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[attr="class","bisc"]Sure, he loved baked goods. His whole life only existed because of them. But this was getting kind of creepy. People around him were chanting dessert names like cultists trying to summon the devil. One of them turned toward the brunette, eyes full of fanaticism. He flashed an awkward thumbs-up. “Right. Mochi.” What a bunch of weirdos. Mochi wasn’t that good.

The town was a nightmare. People laying on the ground. Pokemon attacking friends and tourists alike. As he tried to rush past one of the infected, the man stepped in front of him. Biscotti pointed. “Uh, can you just—” The young man dodged clumsily backward as a Toxic Chain cleaved the air in front of his face. ”Watch it, dude!” He shouted back in panic as he reeled backward.

A Pokeball hit the ground as he summoned his Hawlucha. A lot of people seemed to be using fighting-types. “Get us some room, Kapow.” Normally jovial, the Hawlucha’s face was serious. He nodded—no quips, no nonsense. A burst of powerful wind erupted from his wings. This bowled the banker guy over. With a swallow, Scotti backed away from the chaos. Maybe he’d just take the long way around.

And, uh, apologize to the guy for missing delivery.

But no muffins were worth this.

Prompt: Use fighting type

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