I'm gonna be the very best, like no one ever was. To catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause, you sing to yourself as you move through the tall grass. You've been traveling across the land, searching far and wide, and mostly just minding your own business. Suddenly, you lock eyes with someone as you walk by. You're compelled to walk towards them, like there's no way to pause. Characteristic music seems to play in the air around you and your vision rotates black for a second. Without warning, the landscape around you changes from tall grass to hard dirt. The landscape is quite clear, except for an angry looking trainer that is occupying the same arena.

In amusement, you note that you and and the trainer look rather alike. You both wear a read and white hat atop your head, with a pokeball on the front. Around both of your waists you have leather belts. His belt has three pokeballs on it, yours has six. They rattle about as you take a step, causing a mild distraction but otherwise not too in the way. Lastly, something unique to you- on your withers, a large yellow plush doll sits. A pikachu. It's held in place by strings that tie to its feet and then split to travel on either side of your forelimbs and tie under your chest. It's uncomfortable, but over all you like the ensemble better than your hula girl outfit.

Done assessing the landscape and trainer, though warily watching his three Pokemon that he seems ready to sic on you at any moment, you turn your eye to your opponent. If you're Ash Ketchum (and you are) then the stallion you're staring down is Gary Oak- your arch enemy. Your eyes narrow as you stare at pretty boy, your ears falling backwards as much as they can around your hat. You've never hated anyone as much as you hate pretty boy. Something akin to a growl escapes your throat and you paw the ground in agitation, wishing you could just reach back and open one of your pokeballs up. A good scorching from Charmeleon would do pretty boy good. At least this hallucination is better than the one with bone-nose.

Rolling your eyes, your mind immediately settles to business. A menu seems to pop up in your brain and you immediately select 'Fight'. You've got your chance to take pretty boy down and you're not going to let it pass. In the corner, a light flickers as if trying to distract you. For now, you don't let it. Just as the little Froakie lunges at you, you lunge forward. Before you took off, you were about three steps from pretty boy, facing him head on. If he hasn't moved, you'll close those three steps now. Lowering your head to hold your horns in a somewhat defensive manner, you run until you judge you are nearly upon him. On your last step, you bunch your muscles as if to jump and purposefully try to careen yourself into Arlo. If he hasn't moved, you'll crash head first into him, so at the last moment you throw your head to the right. Picking your knees up neatly, with the intention of battering and bruising the stallion, you wait to feel any sort of impact.

If he hasn't moved and you hit your mark well, you should then be in place to try and reach down to bite. Opening your mouth wide, you reach out towards his shoulder and try to clamp down on fur, skin or any combination thereof. If he thrashes about, you may even be able to scrape him a little with your horns. You can only hope. Behind you, you hear the scuffling of the three Pokemon whose training you interrupted. They seem to be getting closer. Underestimating them already, you choose to ignore them in favor of keeping your mind on pretty boy. After all, you picked 'Fight'. Will he do the same, or would he rather select 'Run'?

WC- 678
Post- 1/3
@[Arlo]