Pokemon: Blood Curse!

Chapter 14: The Matsu Squad.

(Opening theme! :D)

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Wow, there are so many fighting Pokemon here... Mel, in her poke' tongue, mumbled behind Marceline as they made their way down the stairs of the Stadium. It was clear she was nervous since fighting types is a dark Pokemon's weakness.

"Yeah-- and I think I see a Vespiqueen hidden in one of those trees there, too," Marce mentioned with a quick point of her finger toward the nearby trees and finally felt solid ground after scaling those stairs.

V- V- Vespiqueen?! Shivering, nervousness filled Hornet's entire body and made him hide behind the brunette, careful to not prod her with his stingers.

"H- Hey... Why does he have a Vespiqueen, anyway? They're not fighting types... Meigu also seems particularly nervous around you, so doesn't that mean he's afraid of bug Pokemon?" Her hazel hues peeked at Hornet over her shoulder and saw his red eyes do the same only for Mel to jump in.

He is afraid. But maybe, he's just afraid of some bug Pokemon and not all of them? Liepard questioned after she strode next to Marce's feet with a twitch of her curvy tail.

"Who knows... Anyway, where did Meigu run off to, again?" The brunette was very confused and lost, they wandered the vast field of fighting Pokemon just to receive curious glances in return.

However, in front of them, stood a stern Lucario to gain their attention. His red eyes bore into hazel ones and a few others when they all stopped to look his way, nonetheless silence befell them all.

"C- Can... I help you?" Quiet, a bit uneasy, Marce asked and adjusted the bags in her hands to reduce discomfort in her fingers.

I heard... You can understand Pokemon language. Its voice, deep, clear, and strict, asked the girl who fidgeted in her spot. My trainer, Meigu, asked me to guide you to the eatery center and mentioned that you would understand my speech. Turning to his side and shifting his weight, not once did his focus on Marce falter.

"Ah-- yeah. I... Really hope I don't make you feel awkward. I appreciate your guidance," Marce could feel her own nervousness rile up her spine as she began to follow Lucario.

Past many Mons and sections which were divided by walls and fences, they spent about a minute making their way across the other side of the field. The beautiful flowers in the grass danced from the shifting gusts when a few Hawluchas flew above their heads. Not long did a Heracross buzz past them from behind and give a curious glance to Hornet.

Just as they were about to pass by a small source of water, leaped out a Sawk with a great splash and landed with style on the grassy edge. Its arms were out with pride and a triumphant grin on its face, only to see it get sprayed off with water by a Quaquaval nearby. The very water and fighting type laughed with its poke' language before it ran away when it saw Sawk give chase.