After their adventure catching a Pokémon stuck in a floor, Orion and Lucky took off to another and less glitched-out part of the grove to do their adventures. "No way am I dealing with that garbage again," Lucky complained in such fashion until Orion gave into his definitely-not-bitching. Hence, the two had set off to seek greener pastures than the autumn kingdom of Birchwild.

Their trip off to the Surge Steppes was interrupted by a very sudden and violent encounter, however. Pokemon up and leaped out of the trees in ambush, trying to take the two out in one swoop! Lucky shoulder-checked Orion away from the danger-Or he would have, had Orion not already leapt back with honed reflex. Lucky was left to hit the ground alone. Thankfully, this meant that the ambush Pokémon flew right over his head.

"Fucking hell! Get 'em, Selma!" A single Pokéball thrown was all it took for a huge-ass Gyarados to take up the space of the woods, looming over the two who had dared attack them.

As well, the little fox leaped into the air to meet more than just a stream of bubbles--It also ran straight into the end of Selma's tail. A terrible slam echoed throughout the forest as the Vulpix was DUNKED into the soil with the force of God (the coastal shrine's God, anyway).

"W-Whoo... is it good? We done? Is it over?" The questions of a shellshocked and confused Lucky Guy sounded off into a clearing. The quiet groan between Selma's scales seemed to agree with Lucky, as if to say it smash. Indeed, it appeared that the Vulpix had been flattened into the soil. It was unclear whether it just didn't move by choice or because it was unconscious.

"H-ho'kay, that put a hitch in me spanner, it did. Give me a sec," The boy requested, falling onto his ass as he paused to catch his breath.