Through the smart tap of fading embers, a lackluster gaze lazed on the feline - this one look like it would give up willingly; signs of a hasty retreat propped up the structure of its bones, hisses read like an sos. "Charizard, looks like this one's yours." He threw an incredulous look at the Meowth and then through the cross-stitch haze of smoke at his lizard. "Flamethrower, or seismic toss, or something..."

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Usually, one would be having 'stirrings' of deja vu, or be thick into the throes of heady boyish recollection; Dmitri was bitter, an acrid taste built up at the back of his mouth which was clenched in consternation around an unlit smoke. His first finds were wholly unimpressive, and he could only grip the pokeballs at his belt when something dark bounced out from the grasses. "Charizard."

The fire lizard appeared in a trademark cast of red and sent a faint flamethrower after the meowth with a couple of well aimed embers. What else. He thought while casually extending the barrel of his smoke to catch a few cinders from his pokemon's tail.