Red tightened his fists from that rejoinder delivered from this haughty Youngster. His brow furrowed with a heated exchange towards the opposing trainer before him.

Harrowing his forelimb toward his opponent. Wasting no time from Red's command. Nidoran dashed beyond momentum. Elevating his small pink horn across his forehead; Nidoran aimed his bombardment toward the Youngsters Rattata vigilantly.

That Nidoran shows a considerable admiration for Red. The way he moves, is stupefying.

Red didn't even say a word and Nidoran already knew the command he gave him.

It was tackle.

But the Pokémon would move without even a verbal command. Swiftly striking Rattata along the forehead with force flinging him upward. The lavender cream colored rat landed briskly on the ground with ease. Compressing to the Earth below with an even angrier pose.

There was no serious injury from the exchange. But that tackle sure did some damage to him. Rattata sneered viciously and patted the dirt stressing for his trainer to strike. The young boy eagerly gestured his Pokémon to attack.

"Tail-Whip Rattata!"

Flinging forward, Rattata darted obstacles with preposterous agility. The critter leaped and swung, somersaulting with his tail curled; Rattata connected across the Pokémon's left front paw and knocked Nidoran off balance.

The Pokémon lowered Nidoran's defenses!

"Niiii!"

I watched with anxious endearment to see what measures Red would take. From the looks of it; I was too early in this stage to tell whether or not Nidoran was well trained enough to inhibit status infliction. But an exposed Nidoran was not just an easy target. He was going to receive extreme amounts of damage from the next move Rattata was about to deliver next.

The lower your defense, the easier it is to strike physically.

Red pulled back his gloves along his right hand. Clutching his fist steadfastly, analyzing the movements of both this trainer and his Pokémon with purpose.

"........." He paused longingly.

Gesturing Nidoran back into action as the exposed Pokémon moved with only three of his paws.

"What just happened with one of his paws?" I inquired with shocked apprehension.

"His leg was hit with Tail-Whip. When you come into contact with a Pokémon's tail. Parts of the body lose mobility or are damaged slightly." Furrowed Yellow as he spectated the battlefield seriously.

"Can he at least move it?" I asked critically.

"He can, however his body will be a bit cumbersome from the hit."

I sure hope you know what you're doing Red!

Nidoran pranced violently towards Rattata with all the energy he could conjure. Raising his forehead; he took aim towards his opponent. Crashing violently against the rat's nozzle. The impact flung Rattata backwards, causing him to spring back into battle formation.

"You are very good." Informed the Youngster in his high shorts.

"But not enough for my comfy attacks. Rattata, Tackle," he declared with a coolheaded jaunt.

The slick little rat pounced towards Nidoran before he could even recover his left leg. Colliding against the Pokémon's side with a powerful contiguity.

Nidoran was completely defeated.

Red's Pokémon was defeated by a rat this easily?

"That looked to be a critical. Nidoran's exposed body from the Tail-Whip did considerable amounts of damage to the poor creature. Had Rattata's tackle not made impact. Red would have been able to have outlasted this fight." Stressed Yellow.

"What can we do, does he have any Pokémon that can defeat him?" I asked.

"It all depends on how well trained his Pokémon are. From the look of it. Red's Pokémon had a considerable boost based on how they are responding to his commands. Battling the Gym Leader gives you quite a substantial amplifier of power afterward."

He is right in that regard; Red seems to have been training quite a lot before he took on the Gym and defeated Brock with flying colors.

After pondering on the thoughts addressed by Yellow. I turned my attention toward him and his defeated Pokémon.

Red reached into his vest pocket to raise Nidoran's capsule for the recall.

"You did well Nido! You deserve a rest." Said Red with a light teenage scruff.

My face immediately flushed brightly from his response.

He finally said words! I thought with wide sparkled eyes. Clasping my hands together in excitement to hear more of his soothing voice.

The PokéBall charged its light beams towards the injured Pokémon. Breaking down his particles one by one. The beams of energy procured the monster and enclosed swiftly on command.

Red turned to face both of us smiling. We each exchanged smiles and nodded back to him. Gesturing a thumbs up for his undertaking at a job well done.

As soon as he faced back at his opponent. The short-shorts guy was seeming more confident in his battle prowess.

The Youngster waited to see what Red's next Pokémon would be. He considered his options by eying the PokéBalls along his belt-line between his red vest. But circled his eyes upwards; Red's Pikachu was resting peacefully a top his baseball cap.

My young friend poked his cute fluffy tummy, gently raising him up from his nap. While my eyes lit up from cuteness overload. Waving my body back and forth with joyous glee.

Aw my goodness! He is soooo cute!

The little guy was napping all day during our trip along Route three.

After a few considerable pokes to awaken him from his slumber. The little yellow mouse sputtered to life.

"Pika!" Nodded the fluffy mouse towards his master. Red hoisted his right appendage giving the agile creature a plank to leap off from. The mouse jutted off Red's palms and landed softly on the ground. Like a cat righting reflex to regain his footing.

The Pikachu charged up sparks of electricity dancing toward the Earth. flinging the pulsating attack toward Rattata's direction.

Whoah!

"Amazing!" Shouted Yellow.

"Pika-pika," yelped Yellow's Pikachu in agreement.

The spark of electricity jolted the Pokémon with brutal consequences. Rattata wildly thrashed about as electric bolts gyrated all about him. The scream emitted from the attack was so horrid that you couldn't help but feel sorry for the creatures impotence.

Youngster short-short's Rattata was defeated in one fell swoop. Placing his palms on his face with an anxious frenzied look; he scoffed and flung about with hopelessness.

"No!" He shouted in defeat.

"These shorts may be comfy, but I guess they just aren't comfortable enough." He admitted with defeat.

I faced the overwhelming foolishness this kid implied with a perplexing hesitancy.

Is everything he saying all slang or just symbolic? It was rather bothersome listening to him obsess so much over his shorts when he just lost a match anyways.

"But I've got a perfect friend for the perfect comfy combo!" Shouted the Youngster.

Yellow and I cocked our heads with stark interest.

He has another Pokémon?

The comfy shorts guy retracted his Pokémon. Sifting through his small bag; he quickly pulled out another PokéBall engaging another toss out onto the field. The capsule revealed a small purple snake like creature.

"Ecccckksss!" Slithered the creepy-crawly.

While I'm holding my device; I'm gathering one name to refer to this Pokémon based on the data collected.

Ekans?

The Pokémon looked to be about six feet long. With purple scales and a smooth vanilla cream stripe lining his underbelly. Ekans was a menacing opponent, staring down the electric mouse with his amber oval reptilian eyes. The critter was frothing at the mouth. Like he had found fresh meat.

"Remember Ekans, Pikachu owned by Trainers are not food." Smiled the Youngster.

"Eeeekksss." Sighed Ekans with defeat.

What the heck!? This kid better have trained that Pokémon better or so help me—

About to wind up a punch against the trainer in frustration. Yellow had clasped hold of my arm to halt my advancement.

"Wrap Ekans!" Commanded the boy.

The snake Pokémon slithered towards his prey. Intent on using his coils to ensnare the yellow creature in a bind.

Pikachu did his best to avoid being hit by the move; while Ekans desperately flung his burly rattling tail in his general direction.

"Pika!" Yelped the gremlin in protest.

Red gestured with extreme power, directing his Pokémon to strike a blow towards his opponent.

What are these attacks Red is performing? I wondered with amazement.

Just like Brock said; he was absolutely correct when he explained the battle between him and his Pokémon was perfectly syncing well with his Pikachu upon my observation.

His Pokémon really seem to understand him in a way I can't fully comprehend.

Galvanizing static power from the Earth below and the sky above. Pikachu gathered robust ionic charges directly toward his center. The little yellow guy pulsed his static charges towards Ekans with indiscriminate and violent force.

Discharging a large swath of electricity that rivaled even Yellow's attacks. The bouncing current penetrated the Ekan's rough scaly skin. Charring his body black as he shimmers about the ground. Screeching for the pain to inevitably come to its concluding end.
Ekans had fainted considerably from Pikachu's exhaustive power.

Incredible! Red gave no mercy to that poor Pokémon out on the field. He certainly bred and trained his young warrior well.

Pikachu retreated toward Red's direction. Climbing atop Red's disheveled and soiled clothes after that powerful and intense exchange.

"Pika-pika!" Screeched Pikachu with a victory song.

My friend pulled back his hat to the front. Turned towards Pikachu on his right shoulder and smiled at him.

"............"

What an admirable guy to show that much affection and congratulation to him. Pikachu certainly won his approval.

And who could blame him? The Pikachu worked extremely hard to win this fight in the name of competition.

As Red approached the Youngster. The boy pouted and whimpered with defeat.

"I don't believe it."

Red motioned his hands towards him. As if he needed something from him; tears in the young boy's eyes streamed across his round puffy face. He reached into his short pockets and pulled out a wad of PokéDollars as his prize money.

But suddenly, as the night was getting dark. There was a strange ominous feeling settling across the field.

What is thi—

Yellow and Red could sense it too as our eyes sought a light hovering above the peak of Mount Moon ahead.

It got closer. There was a strange sound. Metallic in nature, as if a massive engine from a manufacturing facility's cylinder churned with a grind.

"What is that?" I asked somberly.

Yellow shook his head from my answer.

"I do not know."

"..........." Red paused intently.

Beside the noise coming from the object everything else seemed eerily still. Like all outside environments and crickets had hummed to silence.

The light had gotten closer and from what I could distinguish from this light. It had a discernible shape to it. Like a top hat with an antenna. And three round cylinders below was glowing bright.

Solress was right.

It certainly took on the shape of a flying saucer just as he described. Moving in a zig-zagging pattern the object made no other proportional sound and the craft had multicolored lights that emitted from below its hull.

Hovering above our heads the ship remained still then within a nanosecond. The light from below the craft, pulsed a flash of white light. Washing us out from existence. Leaving nothing but an empty field before the twilight of darkness.