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Arthur got up reeling. The Variant Bagon’s breath grew heavy as he watched the Primal Swellow fly back into the air. The wind ruffled its scarlet feathers and caused the golden glow on the tips of many of the feathers to make a small light show on the ground. After a few wing flaps, it regained its composure. Arthur wanted to chase it so bad and jumped in place.

“Stay focused,” called Violette.

Arthur stopped jumping and focused on the Pancham.

“I can’t fight that thing,” she said. Violette crossed her arms. “I’m getting help. Either come with me or be ready to fight.”

“I can keep going,” said Arthur. He snorted some purple flames.

“Don’t get hurt.”

Arthur heard the sound of branches snapping as Violette moved out. If he and Clair worked together, they could chase the Primal Swellow out of the sky, or if he could fly. Why did that bird have to be stronger than him and able to fly? Or maybe Larry just made fighting Primal Pokemon look too easy.

The Bagon shook his head to focus, then roared loudly to get the bird’s attention.

It flew down slowly. “Do you want to fight more?” it asked. “If you knew anything about this land, you would not oppose my mistress or her kin. I will give you one last chance: turn your back on the beasts of purity that you and your compatriots cling to, and you can leave in peace. If not, I won’t hold back.”

“I will win!” shouted Arthur.

“Fool!” called the Swellow. The Primal Pokemon flew forward again.

Its wings were tucked in, and its beak tore through the air as it dove to the ground. Red feathers rippled in the wind, and the glowing gold markings left a trail in the air as it plummeted towards the Bagon.

Arthur inhaled deeply and tried to summon the strongest Dragon Breath he had. He felt sparks in his throat as he gathered the power. Cool flames licked the inside of his mouth as he waited for the best moment. When he couldn’t bare the elemental power in his mouth, he released the stream of purple flames with arcs of blue and red fire floating around it. Arthur could smell the slight scent of ozone that came with the attack.

The Primal Swellow let out a squawk of shock that quickly turned into a roar of anger as the flames swirled towards it. It began shifting position to avoid the Dragon Breath, but Arthur kept repositioning his attack to keep the bird under fire.

When the roaring echoed in his ears as the bird continued its collision course, Arthur realized that he wouldn’t have time to completely dodge. He’d have to hope the bird collided with the ridges on his head. Those provided the most protection, he thought as he bent his knees.

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Arthur got up reeling. The Variant Bagon’s breath grew heavy as he watched the Primal Swellow fly back into the air. The wind ruffled its scarlet feathers and caused the golden glow on the tips of many of the feathers to make a small light show on the ground. After a few wing flaps, it regained its composure. Arthur wanted to chase it so bad and jumped in place.

“Stay focused,” called Violette.

Arthur stopped jumping and focused on the Pancham.

“I can’t fight that thing,” she said. Violette crossed her arms. “I’m getting help. Either come with me or be ready to fight.”

“I can keep going,” said Arthur. He snorted some purple flames.

“Don’t get hurt.”

Arthur heard the sound of branches snapping as Violette moved out. If he and Clair worked together, they could chase the Primal Swellow out of the sky, or if he could fly. Why did that bird have to be stronger than him and able to fly? Or maybe Larry just made fighting Primal Pokemon look too easy.

The Bagon shook his head to focus, then roared loudly to get the bird’s attention.

It flew down slowly. “Do you want to fight more?” it asked. “If you knew anything about this land, you would not oppose my mistress or her kin. I will give you one last chance: turn your back on the beasts of purity that you and your compatriots cling to, and you can leave in peace. If not, I won’t hold back.”

“I will win!” shouted Arthur.

“Fool!” called the Swellow. The Primal Pokemon flew forward again.

Its wings were tucked in, and its beak tore through the air as it dove to the ground. Red feathers rippled in the wind, and the glowing gold markings left a trail in the air as it plummeted towards the Bagon.

Arthur inhaled deeply and tried to summon the strongest Dragon Breath he had. He felt sparks in his throat as he gathered the power. Cool flames licked the inside of his mouth as he waited for the best moment. When he couldn’t bare the elemental power in his mouth, he released the stream of purple flames with arcs of blue and red fire floating around it. Arthur could smell the slight scent of ozone that came with the attack.

The Primal Swellow let out a squawk of shock that quickly turned into a roar of anger as the flames swirled towards it. It began shifting position to avoid the Dragon Breath, but Arthur kept repositioning his attack to keep the bird under fire.

When the roaring echoed in his ears as the bird continued its collision course, Arthur realized that he wouldn’t have time to completely dodge. He’d have to hope the bird collided with the ridges on his head. Those provided the most protection, he thought as he bent his knees.