Gazing upon the Dragon type, Austin knew that the trip to Fuchsia City was worth it.
Even though he had delayed his plans for Team Rocket, the Pseudo legendary that slithered down the Tree justified was worth it.
If he could tame Dragonair, then this trip would be fully worth it but unlike other pokemon most dragon type pokemon desire a trainer who can recognize and raise their potentials.
If a trainer can't do something like that then the dragon would either kill the trainer or leave depending on the species of dragon types.
While reading about this aspect of dragon types, Austin would be lie if he was saying that he wasn't scared but he needed power of dragon types if he was going to destroy team rocket.
" Lucario, aura talk." Austin whispered as Lucario nodded while channeling his aura.
{ What is it, Master Austin ? }
{ Lucario, I want you to tell me what emotion Dragonair feels when I say something. }
{ Why ? }
{ You do this for me and I'll get you a whole box of chocolate bars. }
{ How does this generation say it, You got it. }
Lucario stated as Austin stepped forward.
Dragonair meanwhile gazed upon the intruders. If it wasn't for Lucario's presence making Dragonair wary then she would have long since attacked Austin for intruding on her territory and attempting to capture her like the rest of the humans who she had encountered before.
" Dragonair !"
The pseudo legendary cried out aggressively as she extended her body upward making herself larger and more intimidating while releasing an extreme potent killing intent.
Austin could feel his heart pounding in his throat. Apart from that, all he felt was the blinding fear. All he could think was "run. Run. RUN. I'm going to die. I'm going to die.
Austin's face was the perfect artistic depiction of calm but Luacrio could feel fear and anxiety from his aura.
{ Don't worry, I am here if anything happens } Lucario reassured Austin who clenched his hands.
" You are quite the beautiful dragon." Austin complimented with a smile.
{ Indifference. }
Lucario conveyed Dragonair's emotions.
" Seeing your beautiful gem, I can say with certainty that you are quite the old dragon."
Austin's words seemed to have made Dragonair even more angry.
All Dragon type pokemon carried on the pride and prestige associated with their species. To a Dragon type, power was everything hence why evolution was considered a form of honour but it could also be a source of shame.
Evolution of pokemon is done in two ways.
One is through rigorous training and battles and the other one is through age.
Evolution through aging is considered a form of shame to Dragon type pokemon and unfortunately Dragonair who had been raised in captivity all her life never participated in battles had evoluted through aging.
Dragonair never saw it as a problem until her so called mate showed up.
The humans of the Safari Zone had brought in a Dragonite to breed with her but he refused to even see after after their initial meeting. Calling her an embarrassment to their species.
The humans had given them some food with caused them to mate forcefully but the rampage that Dragonite had done after had left Dragonair scarred. His fury had left a seed of hatred in her heart for herself.
And now Austin seemed to have accidentally poked those wounds.
{ She's angry. } Luacrio said causing Austin to sardonically reply," Really, I couldn't tell."
Dragonair opened its mouth and a purple-black ball appears in front of it. It then shoot a black beam with purple sparks of energy surrounding it at Austin.
Austin's shadow moved as Haunter appeared between her human and the pseudo legendary.
Haunter's crimson eyes glowed before she fired a dark crimson beam, outlined in black from its eyes at the dragon pulse.
Haunter's Nightshade cancelled out the dragon pulse.
Austin turned to Luacrio and said," Come on, let's battle."
{ No, I am perfectly contempt not participating in the barbaric sport of battling. }
" Lucario ! "
{ Fine, no need to shout. }
Lucario said as he jumped in between Dragonair and Austin meanwhile Haunter bitch slapped Austin before phasing into the ground.
' I deserved that. ' Austin thought as he rubbed his cheek.
Dragonair's glared increased as she fired off a flamethrower at Luacrio whose body flickered before disappearing.
( ~ Boom ~ )
Lucario landed a upper cut right on Dragonair's jaws.
Twisting on the heel of his feet, Lucario placed his palm on Dragonair's body. One of Lucario's paws turned light blue and it struck Dragonair with it, releasing a burst of blue energy from it on contact.
Dragonair was launched into the air with her momentum only stopping as she crashed into the tree.
Lucario disappeared again and reappeared infront of Dragonair as he grasped the horn on Dragonair's head which was bigger then most other Dragonairs' due to the age of the pokemon.
( ~ Slam ~ )
( ~ Crash ~ )
Austin and Haunter cringed as Luacrio slammed Dragonair head first into the stalagmites covering the cave floor.
Austin and Haunter both held their fist to their respective mouths while they suckled in air.
Luacrio beatdown was brutal yet fascinating to watch.
Luacrio stopped when Dragonair was finally knocked out.
Turning around, Luacrio saw Austin staring at him absentmindedly while Haunter was writing something on a stalagmite.
{ What ? }
" That was just straight up bullying."
{ You were the one, who asked me to fight so you are the bully. }
" What ? How ?!"
{ Weren't you listening ? I just said why. }
" That doesn't make any sense. "
{ Says the guy who makes money by having his family fight to the death. }
" Now you are just making up stuff. " Austin replied as Haunter revealed the stalagmite with a carved out 9.5 on it.
{ What's the ghost insinuating ? }
" She is rating your bullying on poor Dragonair."
{ You do realize that the poor Dragonair launched an attack at you. }
" I have been meaning to ask. Why did she do that ? "
{ The better question is ; why in the distortion realm, did you have to mention her age ? }
" Why ? Are female Dragonair's sensitive about their age or something? "
Austin's answer caused Luacrio and Haunter to face palm.
{ You don't know much about Dragon types, do you. }
Austin while a little embarrassed nodded.
{ Well, let me tell you something about Dragon types.....
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ððģ ðŪ ðĶðđðžððŊðŋðž ð―ðđðŪð°ðēð ðŪ ððŪððēðŋ ðððžðŧðē ðžðŧ ðķðð ððŪðķðđ, ððĩðē ðĶðĩðēðđðđðąðēðŋ ð°ðđðŪðšð―ðēðą ðžðŧððž ðķð ððķðđðđ ðēððžðđððē. ð§ðĩðē ðĶðđðžððŊðŋðž ðŪðđððēðŋðēðą ðŊð ððĩðķð ðēððžðđðððķðžðŧ ðšðžððē ðŪððļððŪðŋðąðđð, ððŧðŪðŊðđðē ððž ðąðŋðŪðī ððĩðēðķðŋ ðĩðēðŪðð ððŪðķðđð ðŊðēðĩðķðŧðą ððĩðēðš ðģðžðŋ ðŊðŪðđðŪðŧð°ðē, ðŊðēð°ðŪðððē ððđðžððððēðŋ ðŪðŋðē ððžðž ðŋðžððŧðą ðŪðŧðą ðŊððšð―ð ððž ðŊðŪðđðŪðŧð°ðē ðšðð°ðĩ ðžðģ ðŪðŧðððĩðķðŧðī. ððŧ ðŊðŪðððđðē, ððĩðēððē ððđðžððððēðŋ-ðŊðķðððēðŧ ððŪðķðđð ð°ðŪðŧ ðŊðē ðððēðą ðŪð ðŪ ððĩðķð°ðļ ð°ðđððŊ ððž ððĩðŪð°ðļ ðēðŧðēðšðķðēð ððķððĩ, ðžðŋ ððĩðŋðžððŧ ðŪð ðŊðžðžðšðēðŋðŪðŧðīð. ððžððēððēðŋ, ððĩðē ðĶðđðžððŊðŋðž ðšððð ðŊðē ð°ðŪðŋðēðģððđ, ðģðžðŋ ðķðģ ððĩðē ððđðžððððēðŋ ðąðžðēð ðŧðžð ðŋðēðððŋðŧ ð―ðŋðžð―ðēðŋðđð ððĩðē ðĶðđðžððŊðŋðž ððķðđðđ ðąðēððžðđððē ðŊðŪð°ðļ ðķðŧððž ðĶðđðžðð―ðžðļðē. ð§ðĩðķð ðķð ðžðŧðē ðžðģ ððĩðē ðģðēð ððŪðð ðķðŧ ððĩðķð°ðĩ ðŪ ð―ðžðļðēðšðžðŧ ð°ðŪðŧ ðąðēððžðđððē. ðð ðķð ððŪðķðą ððĩðŪð ððĩðē ðđðēðīðēðŧðąðŪðŋð ð ðēð ððŪð ð°ðŪð―ðŪðŊðđðē ðžðģ ðŋðēðððŋðŧðķðŧðī ð―ðžðļðēðšðžðŧ ððž ðēðŪðŋðđðķðēðŋ ðððŪððēð, ðŪðŧðą ððĩðŪð ðēð
ð―ðēðŋðķðšðēðŧððŪððķðžðŧ ðŊð ð§ðēðŪðš ðĨðžð°ðļðēð (ðžðģððēðŧ ðžðŧ ðĶðđðžððŊðŋðž ððĩðēðšððēðđððēð) ððķðēðđðąðēðą ð―ðŋðžðšðķððķðŧðī ðŋðēðððđðð ðķðŧ ððĩðē ðģðķðēðđðą ðžðģ ððēððēðē ððððąð ðŊðēðģðžðŋðē ððĩðē ðđðŪðŊðžðŋðŪððžðŋðķðēð ððēðŋðē ððĩðð ðąðžððŧ. ðð―ðŪðŋð ðģðŋðžðš ððĩðēððē ðððŋðŪðŧðīðē ðŪðŧðžðšðŪðđðķðēð, ðķð ðķð ðžðŧðđð ððķððŧðēðððēðą ððĩðēðŧ ðŪ ðĶðđðžððŊðŋðž ðšðķðððēð ðķðð ððđðžððððēðŋ ððķððĩ ðķðð ððŪðķðđ, ððĩðŋðķðŧðļð ðķðŧ ððķððē ðŪðŧðą ðģðŪðđðđð ðŊðŪð°ðļ ððž ðŪðđðđ ðģðžððŋ ðģðēðēð. ð§ðĩðēð ðšðžððŋðŧ ððķððĩ ðŋðēðŧðēððēðą ððķðīðžðŋ ðŪðŧðą, ðąðķðððŋððððķðŧðī ððĩðēðķðŋ ðžððŧ ððŪðķðđð, ðŪðððŪð°ðĩ ððžðŋðšð ððž ððĩðēðķðŋ ðĩðēðŪðąð, ðąððŧðļ ððŧðąðēðŋ ððĩðē ððŪððēðŋ ðŪðŧðą ððŪðķð ðģðžðŋ ðŪ ðĶðĩðēðđðđðąðēðŋ ððž ðððķðš ðŊð ðŪðŧðą ðŪðððŪð°ðĩ ðķðððēðđðģ. ð§ðĩðžððē ðģðēð ððĩðķð°ðĩ ððð°ð°ðēðēðą ðŪðŋðē ðŋðēðŧðžððŧðēðą ðŪðšðžðŧðī ðĶðđðžðð―ðžðļðē ðŪðŧðą ðĶðđðžððŊðŋðž ðģðžðŋ ððĩðēðķðŋ ð―ðžððēðŋ ðŪðŧðą ðēð
ð―ðēðŋðķðēðŧð°ðē, ðŪðŧðą ððĩðē ðĶðĩðēðđðđðąðēðŋ ðžðŧ ððĩðēðķðŋ ðĩðēðŪðą ðŪð°ðððŪðđðđð ðūððķð°ðļðēðŧ ððĩðēðķðŋ ðŋðēðģðđðēð
ðēð ðŪðŧðą ðŊðŪðđðŪðŧð°ðē ððĩðēðķðŋ ðð―ð―ðēðŋ ðŊðžðąðķðēð ððŧððķðđ ððĩðēð ð°ðŪðŧ ðððŪðŧðą ðŪðīðŪðķðŧ. ð§ðĩðēð ðŪðŋðē ð°ðŪðđðđðēðą ðĶðđðžððļðķðŧðī ðŪðŧðą ðŪðŋðē ðļðŧðžððŧ ðģðŪðŋ ðŪðŧðą ððķðąðē ðģðžðŋ ððĩðēðķðŋ ððķððąðžðš ðŪðŧðą ð―ððð°ðĩðķð° ð―ðžððēðŋð.