Interlude 2
Scary Face
Day 3
The light of dawn breaking danced through the cracks of the tight-nit trees, peace and quiet reigned through the area. Truly it was tranquil, a tranquility that could not be disturbed in any way.
At least, it was that way until they came.
The Durant marched towards their destination like a metal tide, the morning light reflecting off of their metal skin as they marched in silence. Among their numbers were some Pokemon of the Poison and Grass types, brothers in arms with their metal kin.
Unknown to the marching tide, six eyes glared from the foliage in silence and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Then struck.
The attack went off without a hitch. The Durant and their comrades were caught unawares, ambushed by the blur of muscle with cloven hooves bared breaking their formation like it was a wall of Legos. Undaunted, the creatures shouted in panic and started their counter-attack towards the assaulter.
“This is the last time you get to choose what we hunt Draze,” Gorz, the goat head of the chimera moaned. “Their skin looks like it’s metal.”
Five of the metal ants attempted to strike the beast from behind. It failed horrifically as the chimera quickly swung around and swept them away and shoot them into the trees like darts flying towards a target with resounding metal clangs.
“Uh, I think they’re actually made of metal,” the tiger head Tize replied.
“I think my point is proven explicitly.”
“Hey, my turn to choose the meal. No complaining!” Draze, the dragon head roared as a stream of lightning struck over a dozen targets.
“But they’re made of metal,” Tize pointed out. “That’s not exactly tasty.”
“Maybe they’re squishy on the inside?”
Groz just shuddered. “Let’s just get this done with.”
In a solid minute, the intimidating wave of Durant and their comrades had been reduced to several Pokemon on the ground in pain from the ambush. “Wow… that was easy,” admitted Gorz. “Not like that green thingy.”
Draze however was gazing at a trio of Durant with a drooling mouth. “Don't care. Hungry.” Draze was about to see if a Durant was indeed squishy on the inside before a tree was thrown into his head. All three of them turned in anger and were about to shout in anger until they got a good look at whom threw the trees.
It was a creature holding a rather large fallen tree in each hand whom looked just like the hedgehog creature that had pierced their wing, with the major difference between this one and that one being the color: This creature was dominated by greens and browns rather than whites and greens.
“I do not know what you are, but I know this: You are foolish to harm my colony. Now let me show you why I am the strongest of the colony!”
Six eyes saw flashes of the other hedgehog creature utterly beat down the chimera.
“OH SHIT IT’S ANOTHER ONE!”
“SUDDENLY I’M NOT HUNGRY ANYMORE!”
“RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!”
Without warning the chimera ran into the jungle just as quickly as it emerged, leaving behind a wake of pain and misery.
Iron Shell was rather confused as the beast she encountered just ran away as soon as she revealed herself. A Chespin walked up, and Iron Shell looked down at the young one as she set down her weapons. “...was it something I said?”
The Chespin just shrugged.
“Probably. My foes usually run after I break their jaws, not before.”
Huh, this is probably one of the few times I am routing for a killer...What? The Durant kind of have it coming.
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In the chimeras defense he is a hunter. He's not exactly civil
5770859 Yeah, that's true. He's got to eat and since most of the world's animals have some sense of sapience...Yeah, being a carnivore is a tad bit tough on the morality scale in this world.
Still, he has to eat.
You'll run out of moves to use as titles at this rate.
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I guess your right. I only have six hundred and five moves left for titles.
Wonder what I'll do....
*sarcasm mode end*
Hehe, funny.
I just realised that there are no Heatmors in this fanfic.
Also, the name Anteater reminds me of the Wings of Fire naming scheme.