Fight
You make the decision to beat some sense into them. You figure as a pokemorph, you have the power to defend yourself and protect others. Before tensions get too much, you step out of the brush, drawing everyone’s attention. The two Plasma Grunts turn their attention at you, weapons drawn.
“Who’s she? Was she here listening to us the whole time?” The leaner grunt said.
“Get out of here, freak. This doesn’t concern you,” The taller grunt says.
A freak? Now that was just pushing it too far! You cross your arms and stand your ground as you say to them, “You’re the ones who’re getting out of here. Leave that man alone!”
The two look at each other and, to your surprise, and just laugh. What was so funny about what she said? The taller one said, “A pokegirl like you? You don’t seem like much of a battler to me. What exactly do you intend on doing about it?”
They would regret that. Your first thought was immediately to torch them for that, but your were also in a park surrounded by trees and grass. Then part of you remembered that when you were human, you were actually quite skilled at fighting. You take off your shoes and walk up to them calmly.
“Hey, what are you…why did you just take off your shoes?” The leaner grunt asked, lowering his weapon.
“So I don’t break your noses when I kick them!” You shout out as you then do a surprise roundhouse to the face. The taller grunt points his weapon at you which gives the hostage enough time to kick him in the knee, causing him to fall down hard. With both of them knocked down, he pulls their guns out of their reach , catching his breath.
When the two get back up, they rub their injuries before they pull out a pair of pokéballs, their eyes alight with murderous intent. “The heck with this! We’ll settle this the old fashioned way, little fox girl!”
The sound of sirens can be heard in the distance. It seems word travelled quickly about the hustle. If these grunts stuck around for much longer, they would both be finding themselves in some serious crap.
“This isn’t over!” The bigger grunt said as he runs off into the distance, disappearing into manhole cover down below. His partner just stares at you before he follows after him, likely not wanting to be left behind for the fuzz to take him. The two of them were both gone by the time the police arrived. After a few questions and some clarification, they head back to the station with you and the human alone in the park.
“Thank you for rescuing me, I would’ve been dog meat if not for you. Not bad for a pokegirl…that’s not racist, is it?” He says sharply, but then sees your confused look. “How about we go find a nice place to eat? Get some poffins or ramen?”
Written by wrathofautumn on 26 April 2018