Proton snatched up the Walrein leader, the ice shards slashing across the leader’s thick body fat. Proton leaned its armor covered body and smashed its helmet into Walrein’s head. From all this head bashing, I’d have a headache. None of the spikes were able to pierce Walrein’s body, though the slashing that it cause did enough damage. Proton swung around and tossed Walrein back into the snow covered field. Walrein was making many snow waves in the field. I looked across the battlefield, and I could see exactly where each attack occurred and the progression of the battle, despite the hail. Proton swiftly propelled itself back toward me as the last of the armor fell of, piercing the field with small ice pillars along the way.
Walrein was struggling to get back up from the ground, something that it seemed to do a lot during this battle. He turned back to look at his pack. The herd of Walrein were quiet, looking sad as they sensed that their leader was on his last leg. The leader Walrein had enough. He had been taken by surprised almost every step of the way. It pained him to admit it, but Walrein knew that he would get even stronger with this strange kid with the white trench coat and white beret, and that made him angrier. He wasn’t going to give up. If he was going down, he was going to prove to his pack that he is as powerful as they remember, as they will remember him. Walrein had one ace up his blubbery sleeve, though it was only supposed to be used as a last resort. This situation clearly fit the definition.
Walrein’s eyes gleamed with anger, shining across the battle field to my eye. I shivered just thinking of what it was going to do. Walrein inhaled greater than any time before, expanding almost twice its size. Walrein bellowed into the sky once more, but the cloud didn’t darken like it had for Hail and Blizzard. No, the cloud almost purified as they swirled around like a hurricane. The hailstorm silenced itself unnaturally. The pack started barking in panic. There is only one move that was so devastating that all the Walrein needed to vacate the premises. Walrein started to shine: a light sky blue glow outlined his body.
I heard Dee recalling his Luxray; years of living with a Pokeball researcher conditioned my ears. Dee did so very quickly, like he was worried about something.
“It’s about to use Sheer Cold!” Dee yelled at me.
Shoot… Truly a last resort move, Sheer Cold was a move that made Blizzard seem like a snowball. It was the strongest and deadliest known Ice-type attack. The clouds transferred their icy temperature towards their user, who would create a burst of the energy that would instantly freeze every Pokemon caught within its radius. Once the Pokemon thawed out, the sheer cold that the move is known for would instantly knock out. However, if a human was caught in the radius…
Bridget was a friend I met early on in my journey. She was a traveling gym leader in Sinnoh. And no, I don’t mean she left her gym to start traveling; Bridget would travel by foot across Sinnoh looking for trainers to battle. She was sanctioned the first ever one-person moving gym license ever, though she’d had to record all her battle and send them into the league, as there was no judge, though she always played fair.
She used “cute” Pokemon: Kirlia, Glaceon, Teddiursa, etc. Anyways, we traveled together after I won her badge; her league connections helped me out in the beginning. Anyways, one day while we ran into an Articuno that was being attacked by an evil organization called Team Rocket. They were using some technological trap to hurt the Legendary Bird. Bridget hated it when people broke the league codes, and the natural code of decency. However, that got her just too close to be caught in Articuno’s Sheer Cold attack. Articuno was furious and on its last legs as well, and Bridget was almost able to get close enough to save its innocence; Bridget thought that Articuno would try to kill the Team Rocket grunts. However, they were able to get out of the way, but Bridget… I wasn’t able to save her.
I can’t do anything about the past, but I can help those here. The Walrein pack wasn’t getting out of the way fast enough, and Dee and I were within the radius that I remembered from 3 years ago. I couldn’t spare another moment.
I turned back towards Hercule, my Exeggutor, and commanded, “Use Psychic, lift us back and up out of the radius, now!”
Exeggutor didn’t object, despite his mischievous nature. He knew that I wasn’t going to put up with any objections right now, and he could sense the impending force. The three walls made up of hail slid underneath us, essentially creating a hollow ball of ice. The lookout ball that Dee and I were in was now moving high above the ground. In front of us I looked down as I got a better view of the field. I needed to use my ability.
I closed my eyes and saw the many possible outcomes from the attack through my light red tinted Foresight. We were well above the height of where the attack would stop, so I told Hercule to maintain our location. Proton’s Psychic wasn’t strong enough to shield itself from the force of the temperature change. Proton’s Psychic would push him well out of the radius of the attack in time, but as I looked, I saw that there was no way the rest of the Walrein pack would be able to get out of the way in time. They started too close to their leader that they were cheering. Maybe if Proton uses the Psychic to try to contain the Sheer Cold around the leader; it might be able to freeze Walrein… No the Psychic wouldn’t hold and would still reach a few of the Walrein pack. There was only one option that would keep it both the pack and Proton safe from the leader’s frantic attack.
“Proton, muster up all your strength for a Psychic. Concentrate it around yourself and the pack in the distance, and propel everyone away from the radius!”
It was going to be a miracle if he’ll be able to save both sides. Proton concentrated as hard as he could, glowing lavender instead of purple. The difference between the colors was the difference between true Psychic power and a Half-Breed like Metagross and Exeggutor. Proton was tapping into the Psychic wellspring within itself.
I saw the pack lift carefully into the air, as if Proton wasn’t trying to scare them. The pack dangled in the air until they sped away far enough away from the attack. Even though they were Ice-Types, Sheer Cold would do massive damage. Proton let them go, and they huddled together in fear from their leader’s massive attack. They probably weren’t aware of how Proton helped them.
The swirling clouds of cold gas finally surrounded Walrein, who seemed lost in battle; unaware of the danger he put his pack in. He roared once more, and waves of light blue energy were released throughout the battlefield, though I knew the radius quite well, and it would easily pass into where the pack was.
“Quick, Proton, use Psychic to get out of the way!” I yelled in desperation.
Proton concentrated its Psychic attack on itself and quickly sped back toward our side and out of the radius of the attack. As the cold waves drew nearer, the snow on the ground shot up like pit spikes, due to the way the attack attracted anything cold nearby, or possibly a reflection of Walrein’s anger.
My eyes were still closed, and I saw something terrible. “Proton, double-time! Get out of there!”
But Proton wouldn’t hear me in time. Proton barely made it out of the radius, but by barely, I mean he got hit. His two back arms didn’t make it out of Sheer Cold’s radius. Proton screamed out in pain as the ice slowly crept up the claws to the silver forearms, where they stopped.
“No!!!” I couldn’t contain myself. I jumped out of the floating ball and tumbled into the soft snow. I didn’t care about this cold. I jumped up and didn’t even brush myself off before dashing towards Proton. The Sheer Cold attack was over, the clouds parted, and the waves of blue cold energy dispersed. And ran over made it over towards Proton, who was still conscious, thankfully. I took a closer look at the damage and saw that his hind arms were frozen solid. There was no way he’d be able to use it until I use a Full Heal Potion. No… My backpack was still up in the lookout ball with Dee.
“It’s alright, Jesse,” Proton said to me, “I can still fight.” My Metagross slowly hovered back up, wavering a bit.
“No, Proton. You have to rest.” I commanded.
“No Jesse, I have to fight.” Proton was a bit stubborn, but he’d never disobey me like this, unless he thought that he could win.
I turned back towards Walrein, who was finally returning from his raged induced Sheer Cold attack. He looked ashamed. He turned back to see his pack cowering in fear. Walrein let out a cry, “I’m sorry.”
I ran into the battlefield, my arms high in the air to show that I didn’t mean any harm. “Walrein! I know you didn’t mean to put your family in danger. It was just the heat of the battle.”
“You don’t understand.” Walrein didn’t know yet, but I understood.
“I understand, Walrein. I’ve hurt the ones I loved too when I was trying to save them.” I got a bit closer, trying to connect with the leader.
Walrein looked at me for the first time not as an enemy, but as a potential friend. “A Babel? Here?” Wow… Even in the National Park, the story of the Babel was well known.
“Yes, I am a Babel. I must say that I’m impressed by your skill on the battlefield. You stood your own against my Metagross.” As I said this, Metagross floated over, dragging its frozen arms behind it. “How would you like you join me in my journey?”
“But what about my family, I just can’t leave them here.” Walrein looked of towards his pack, which was cautiously walking towards us. It must surprise them that I was able to get so close to their leader without being head-butted.
“The National Park is safe from the outside world. I know you must have faced many danger here, but that’s nothing compared to what evil lies across the see. Here, everything is cared for and loved, thanks to the Park Rangers. But in the outside world, everyone isn’t as lucky. So, help me protect all of those that don’t have a family, who’s homes are taken away from them, who’s lives have been tested time and time again by the forces of evil.”
I reached into my belt and pulled out a Hyperball. I placed it in my palm and presented the ball respectfully as if presenting a sword to a king.
“Will you join me?”
I tossed the Hyperball underhand-style into the air. The ball spun high eclisping the sun from my angle and started desending towards the Walrein leader's head. I waited to see whether he stood still and accepted my offer, or move to the right about a foot.
(OCC: This will be my attempt to catch it. Hopefully my extra character over the MCR will help)