Unexpected Courtship
The unsuspecting Butterfree flitted among the flowers, humming to itself.
"What a lovely day~"
Whoosh!
Bell swooped in from behind, wings buzzing with challenge.
"Spar with me!" His eyes burned with competitive fire.
At level 16, this was the closest match he could find.
The female Butterfree blinked in confusion. "But... it's not the season yet?" Her antennae twitched nervously. "The monsoon mating flights don't start for weeks."
Bell froze mid-air. "Mating what now?"
"You don't know?" She fluttered closer, suddenly intrigued by this unusually robust male. "When the rains come, we gather to—"
"NOPE!" Bell backpedaled so fast his wingbeats kicked up pollen. "Just wanted to train! Forget I asked!"
Her hopeful gaze turned dejected as he fled. "But... your wingspan..."
Training Montage
Bell retreated to a secluded clearing, muttering about "awkward insect biology." With sparring off the table, he refocused on move refinement.
"The powder combo's too slow," he critiqued, watching Sleep Powder drift lazily. A test gust sped it up marginally. "Still not battle-ready."
Then came the breakthrough—Psychic-assisted dispersal. Invisible telekinetic waves guided the powders like homing missiles, creating an undetectable toxic haze.
"Perfect for ambushes..." He grinned, practicing until moonrise. The particles now responded like extensions of his will—lingering where directed, invisible until too late.
As stars emerged, Bell stretched his exhausted wings.
"Time to—"
SCREECH!
A shadow blotted out the crimson sunset. Something massive and predatory circled above.
Bell's peaceful moment shattered as a shrill cry pierced the jungle air.
Screeee!
A Spearow dove like a feathered missile, razor-sharp talons glinting in the sunset.
"A Spearow? Seriously?" Bell's initial panic faded as his combat instincts kicked in. A quick system scan revealed:
Pokémon: Spearow
Type: Normal/Flying
Level: 15
Talent: orange
Ability: Keen Eye
Moves: Peck, Leer, Pursuit, Fury Attack
"Two levels below me with type disadvantage? You're volunteering to be EXP."
Before the predator could close the distance, Bell's eyes flashed pink. Psychic energy erupted, creating an invisible forcefield that slowed the Spearow's dive to a crawl.
Scree? The bird Pokémon flapped wildly, confused by the sudden resistance.
Bell used the opening to retreat toward dense foliage—an open sky favored the Spearow's agility, but the forest would be his battlefield.
"Still chasing?" He smirked as the enraged Spearow tore through the psychic barrier. "Good. Let's dance."
The moment the Spearow entered the woodland, Bell's wings glowed blue. Tailwind activated, transforming the trees into an obstacle course where his maneuverability shone.
"You think breaking my Psychic was hard?" Dust rained from Bell's wings as he weaved through branches. "Try catching me now."
The Spearow's furious cries echoed through the jungle as Bell's trap sprung—this hunt had just become a battle of attrition, and Butterfree held all the cards.