Savory morsels slip down his throat as he indulges himself the fair's fried delicacies, reveling with the other celebrants as they honor the turn of the decade. It's enough to make even the sourest of moods turn, being around the vibrant lights and enthused crowds, watching kids running amok playing every game they happen across.
Even he's tried his hand at a few of them, though he's taken only small novelty trinkets away as his prizes, including a lucky charm strapped to a chintzy bracelet. And he's wearing it, of course.
Casting a glance towards the direction of the clock tower, he considers what next to do with his remaining time. Fishing around in his pockets determines he can't do anything too expensive.
While he's preoccupied, a rift forms over the festivities, causing an uproar as many recognize the telltale signs. Himself ignorant to its meaning, he watches in awe, but his reaction is underwhelming compared to the shrieks and scrambling of those closest.
The first shrill cry makes his gut twist into knots, a cold sweat overcoming him, his breathing withheld.This thing, he can't describe how, yet
it is a vexing creature borne of some clandestine eccentricity alien to their world. Its cynical purpose is veiled by its duplicitous appearance, an outwardly whimsical behavior obstructing an ulterior motive as its body becomes bloated in what seems to be some gag.
But nobody could muster so much as a halfhearted chortle before it became monstrously distorted, enough so that every instinct, every fiber of one's being could only scream out in some primal sense:
Danger. He is not among the first to react, being so far away as to feel some false semblance of security, but even the distance is not enough to mitigate his chiefest mistake of not fleeing at once upon witnessing this garish beast's visage.
As the beast's head ruptures, its combustion not unlike a burning zeppelin, what can only be described as hellfire and mortar explodes outwardly from its epicenter. The light of the inferno dances in his eyes as he remains transfixed, feeling somehow removed from his senses by the disaster unfolding before him, helpless even as the heat expansion causes a shock wave that rolls over those in its vicinity.
The blaze sweeps ever onward, Adrian catatonic in his response as he seemingly resigns to his fate, or perhaps feels himself too removed from the calamitous event to fall victim to it even as the flames begin to scorch the air, inducing tearing. At this rate he's doomed to burn, watching as his fate finally found him, a deer in the headlights.
Licking tongues of flame are but a block away from Adrian, scouring the area of life when finally the call for action finds him, giving him the strength and courage to break past the fear gripping him. An errant finger nudges a pokeball, unleashing the only pokemon with a chance of turning things around. Adrian's shiny Gyarados, Furor, emerges.
Met with the wall of fire, Gyarados does what little it can, causing the sky around it to darken with clouds of rain that drizzle faintly over its surroundings. Hardly a stopgap to the inferno.
Its resplendent figure dwarfs Adrian, yet it in turn is also trivialized by the daunting scale of the firestorm. With a regal cry it coils around its trainer in a desperate attempt to safeguard him, leaving itself forfeit to the flames, the beast loosing agonized, guttural howls whose sounds are dulled by the fires burning wild all around them.
Adrian is in darkness, accompanied by his trepidation and the sinking sense of guilt for subjecting Furor to this hellish outcome.
tl;dr Gyarados used Rain Dance.
Adrian's using his Gyarados in much a similar way to how Sasuke used Manda against Deidara's kinjutsu explosion, but 1) I swear they're on better terms and 2) Gyarados is resistant so the damage is kinda sorta mostly superficial... I think. Hope.