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As the blonde and his Torracat were passing through the area, something would spot them from above. A Hitmontop, observing the two, would run ahead, before going down the mountainside. The Hitmontop would then wait in ambush for the human, intending on beating him down. Whether it was because he had a bad feeling about the man, a hatred for humankind, or just bloodlust was unknown.

As Dorian approached, the Hitmontop would spring out of its hiding place, attempting to strike the human with a Rolling Kick. Dorian would quickly dodge back, narrowly avoiding the attack. Mr. Bigglesworth would have a much easier time in dodging the attack, especially since he wasn't even the focus. The Torracat found himself Intimidated by the Hitmontop and his entrance.

Dorian would immediately send out another one of his Pokemon, Smoochie Duckie the Magmar. "Smoochie Duckie, use Sunny Day, then Lava Burst!", called out the Mad Dog of Rocket.

The old Magmar would raise its arms, calling in an intense sunlight uninhibited by any clouds. The Hitmontop would attempt to rush in to attack the Magmar, only to be greeted with a Lava Plume. The blast of magma would Burn the Hitmontop, causing an injury that slowly ebb away at him, as well as weakening him.

Not willing the back down, the Hitmontop lunged at the Magmar, attempting to beat it down in Close Combat. The older Pokemon waited for a moment, before calmly dashing back at the last moment, out of range of the attack. The Magmar would then blast the Hitmontop with a Flamethrower. The attack would have the effect of setting the suffering Hitmontop on fire, causing it to run around in a panic for several agonizing seconds, before finally passing out from his injuries.

The Magmar would finish the job by spraying down the unconscious Hitmontop with another Flamethrower, intent on incinerating the opponent.

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notes: Magmar incinerates Hitmontop.

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As the Magmar was torching the corpse of the Hitmontop, something would watch them from the shadows. A Chandelure had taken notice to what had transpired, watching as the blonde's Magmar had not only taken out the Hitmontop that attacked them, but had outright proceeded to torch its body, seeing to it that the annoying Fighting-type had died. It had seen the clear signs of malevolence in the man and his Pokemon, could tell that they enjoyed what they were doing. And that if left unchecked, their flames would rage out of control.

The Chandelure absolutely relished in what he saw in the scarred man.

The glow of blue, spectral flame would give away its position to those who would look in its direction. And indeed, Mr. Bigglesworth, in his curiosity, would turn his head to see the glow of blue flame coming from the mountainous terrain nearby. He would let out a cry, practically pointing himself in the direction of the glow.

Dorian, looking over, would approach the source of the glow, with the Torracat and Magmar following close behind him. Eventually, the trio would spot a Chandelure waiting for them. But rather than attack the duo, the thing instead seemed to be bowing its head at them. Dorian remained cautious, wondering if it was going to fire off something at them. But the Chandelure raised its head back up, its bow being genuinely respectful.

Dorian would bow back at the Chandelure. "A pleasure to meet you as well, spirit of flame.", Dorian said to the Chandelure.

The Chandelure turned its head back to the smoldering remains of the Hitmontop that Dorian's Magmar had just taken care of. "You like our handiwork, then?", Dorian would ask the Chandelure, with the flaming ghost nodding eagerly in comparison. It would then notice the smoldering Hitmontop was somehow still alive, still clinging onto life, despite its injuries. The Chandelure would see to end that, floating over to the weakened Fighting-type, and siphoning what remaining life was within the creature, finishing what the man had started.

Dorian grinned as he watched on. "You know, we've just met, but I like what I see already! How would you like to join up with us? There's plenty more lost souls for you to burn and consume at your leisure!", he offered the Chandelure with a grin.

The Chandelure would look on at the Torracat and Magmar in his company. He recognized the look in their eyes, the one of murderous intent. He would also see it in the man's icy eyes. The Chandelure welcomed it, company that he could actually relate to, as opposed to those goody-two-shoes trainers that the League employs regularly.

But the question was, would he go over to his side without a fight?

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notes: Chandelure finishes off Hitmontop. Dorian likes the Chandelure, and offers it a spot on his team.