Looking for a Scyther...

He knew they were rare around these parts, and he'd probably be here for hours searching for one, but Squall needed a Scyther to start his team. He began by venturing at the lowest points of the Mist Valley...

*a piercing cry would be heard above Squall, and then the sound of wings. However nothing came to greet him. The winds blew softly in between the valley. The howl of an Absol in the direction he walked gave a warning*

He narrowed his eyes, having them glow briefly enough to scan the field. He didn't know the howl but realized that it was a hostile creature, most likely a Pokemon.. by the feel of it, a Dark type. He kept walking in that direction still, arm-blades on either arm at the ready.

*a murkrow flapped past his back, calling out a cry. And then there was silence. The valley whispered gently, nothings. Suddenly the ground began to rumble as if something very large was charging ("IT'S A PUNK-ASS CHARGER") through the valley. The sound came closer and closer to were Squall stood. The sound of the ground cracking could be heard and then suddenly, it stopped. Silence again. SUDDENLY AN ORANGE ROCK WITH SHROOMS BESIDE HIM STARTED MOVING AND SHIT*



Wild Paras appeared!

"Paras.."

*It echoed a small, sleepy cry, blinking it's insect-like eyes. Apparently while it was sleeping it had tucked its claws underneath it's shell. It looked to Squall, drowsy and confused*

Paras wasn't the Pokemon Squall was looking for, and even if it were a normal hunt he had no interest in such a creature for capture. It didn't suit him. Wishing to avoid unnecessary conflict, he gave the Paras a quick glance, eyes flashing with a message to remain calm and to possibly go back to sleep. It being a lower lifeform than humanoids, his hypnosis should take some effect..

*the Paras obeyed, yawning and curling back up into a poor looking rock with mushrooms. As Squall continued to hunt, a small 'yip' would be held above the valley on the hill. But it died to nothing. Another yip was heard on the other side this time. Seeing to come from the same Pokemon who belted out the first*

Squall scanned the field yet again, trying to track down that this one was, but to no avail. Perhaps he was so thick in the valley by now that tracking wasn't as effective.. He sighed, continuing along the bottom, waiting for whatever it was to pop out already.

*a soft yip was sounded behind him*



*Wild Poocheyna appeared. His tail wagged happily at the sight of Cecil Squall.A tounge hung out of the canine's mouth as he panted, then yipped again*

"Tch."

Well that was a disappointment. All that building up for nothing but a puppy. He lowered his guard and opened his eyes a bit wider, tracking the field. It was still difficult to do, but he felt something higher in the valley, or so he thought, and leapt upwards, dashing that way, leaving to Poochyena behind. Surely he could find something he'd prefer, Scyther or not...

The Poochyena wasn't so adamant in falling behind however. He yipped once again, chasing him and then tugged at his cloak. He gave a deafening howl, and then wagged his tail proudly.

He glared. It definitely was a persistent pup; an active and happy one too. Definitely not his type. He sent a message to the Pooch through his eyes, beaming red for a second

"What do you want from me? I'm not interested."

The Poochyena whimpered and backed away at his glared, a curled and afraid lip quivering. Suddenly its demeanor turned different; turning its back on Squall, he raised his short little tail straight up and its head raised high as if proud. The odd Poochyena had this arrogant, "I don't need you anyway" attitude out of no where.

Staring back at the high-and-proud pup, Squall continued walking through the valley in search of something else. How was it that he'd found nothing suitable yet? Just his luck...

Being ignored, the Poochyena ran in front of Cecil Squallo, doing the same proud pose. He held it for a moment and then heard a fluttering sound of wings beating rapidly. It was familar...dreadfully familar. Quickly the Poochyena dodged, knocking itself against the valley's walls, hurting itself a little from the jump. But it was much better than what could have happened:



A Scyther had stuck its claw into the ground where the Poocheyna was before. It pulled it out effortlessly, giving a glare at the Poochyena with the sharp eyes, black pools. Definitely not friendly, it instead turned to Squall and gave a low sound..

"Scy...ther."

((*is not Cecil*))

Squall looked at the Pooch in some confusion, before hearing the fluttering of wings himself. Certainly if the pokemon was fleeing then it must've been something good, for him at least.

"Finally."

He pulled out his blade, a heavily curved scimitar, pretty much the inverse of Scyther's own knives on either arm. His eyes glowed red, staring into the Scyther's, almost as an honorific signifier to begin a duel. He lunged, soundlessly and expertly, to make a slash for Scyther's torso.

The Scyther was hardly phased, as its speed was much faster than Squall's. It fluttered quickly, a green blur, and suddenly there were 2 Scythers around him, in different poses: One with its blade moving upward, another where it was ready to cut down on him, and lastly the real Scyther, ready to give a blow to Squall's shoulder.

Squall's vision enabled him to see past the Double Team, and he arced his blade to defend against his shoulder. Staring directly into Scyther's eyes, he attempted to overload its own mind, giving it a headache or leaving it confused, or both. As he swung again immediately after blocking the Scyther's blow, he channeled some of his Navitas, using Chronology to maximize the speed of his blow.