As Corviknight wandered off, pecking at anything that aroused its interest, Adrian stayed back to give it some room. Yet he kept an eye on it, although that would cost him. In the background of this scene a Bisharp was poised to strike should it so choose. And it had made every indication thus.

Adrian narrowly avoids the creature as it pursues him zealously, a portion of his jacket sleeve left in tattered ruin as the wristblade catches the fabric but slightly. As remarkable as it was he managed to avoid injury, it very quickly delved into a flurry of blows and strikes that Adrian was forced to try and navigate around. Adrenaline alone guided him.

Which was enough to grant him the delusion he was unharmed during the series of slashes, though he was nicked here and there where the fabric of his clothes were tarnished, though only barely so. But the edges were so sharp, the wounds so faint as to hardly be distinguished from the tug of his jacket's fabric. But he was in full panic regardless.

I need to send out a pokemon. he knew full well if he tried to strike back, it would cost him. But with the nimble, dexterous foe before him, it was all he could do to keep from being turned into ribbons.

A shadow fell over him from the rear.

The grating squawk that pierced the air sent a shiver up his back as he stumbled backwards, losing his footing and digging his elbow into the ground as he collapsed. Overhead Reign had returned at last, a welcome surprise though it was. Before it rarely showed any signs of good will, far from wanting to protect Adrian; it wanted to perhaps be free of him, to return home...

Yet Reign's full might was brought to bear against Bisharp, massive talons raised to rake the creature even as it struck a defensive poise, the sound of steel grinding and aggrieved, anguished grunts all that could be heard. When Adrian looked up, he could see the Bisharp's arms had been gashed, fissures where Reign had lashed out at it.

Bisharp would flee, eager to find easier prey.

Reign turned on Adrian with a look that could kill, although he noticed it too had a scar or two of its own, though nothing so as to have him worried.

"Thanks buddy." But he was met with another silent glare as he rose to his full height.

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^{A very mean birb who deserves a family.}

Solo Wild Encounters: 1 of 3
(Wild Bisharp encounter has been skipped.)

A Skarmory loomed overhead, Reign's perceptive glare directed skyward as its silhouette came into frame, sizing up its Hoennian counterpart with a look of disdain. What an ugly thing to take wing.

It seemed to circle them as Adrian stoked a campfire, hoping to make something to eat, as well as clean his wounds. Reign stood vigil, ever prepared to challenge any quarry that wondered too close. But the Skarmory never descended.

Perhaps it knew better than to pick a fight, or was hoping to scavenge the campsite after they left. Or maybe it wanted to see if Corviknight would leave its trainer unattended. "Curry's almost done, Reign," he announced with a chipper tone.

Offering Reign a steaming piece of meat he'd left simmering in the curry, the bird snatched it from off its saucer in a single pluck of its beak, gulping it down in moments. And yet the flavor seemed to have sat well with its pallet; its squawking seemed cheerful, almost. One might even call it happy.

"Did ya want some more?" Adrian asks between mouthfuls, sloshing around the stewing pot before digging out more for Reign to scarf down.

It must've really liked the curry he'd made; this was the first time it'd done aught more than stare at him with a certain menacing stare. Evening was fast approaching, the brisk of nightfall chilling him even in his jacket where the tears left him exposed. But the fire would help compensate.

Scuttling closer to the fire, Reign must've noticed him picking at the holes of his clothes and scooting closer to the campfire, for it too padded closer to Adrian and draped one of its lustrous wings over his figure. At first it had caught him by surprise.

But he allowed himself the moment's respite, leaning into Reign. Perhaps he'd found the root to its obedience, and maybe even its happiness.

"Thanks Reign," he offered the bird graciously, earning a murmured chirping sound in return, as if the beast had suddenly grown lax.

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^{A very mean birb who deserves a family.}

Solo Wild Encounters: 2 of 3
(Wild Skarmory encounter has been skipped.)

Adrian was prepared to make camp and stay overnight, although he needn't have to should he choose otherwise. It was a small matter to ride Reign back to Rustboro, although the winds would be biting cold if he waited too long into the evening. But staying in a tent seemed little better.

Adrian was cleaning up his curry pot when Reign seemed to notice something, squawking fiercely at some unseen figure. It wasn't for a few moments that Adrian could see the gears of a Klink hovering at the edge of his camp, perhaps interested in the curry...? "Here, you can have the leftovers..."

When it got close he realized it wasnt simply glowing faintly in the campfire; it was a shiny Klink, and that made a great deal of difference. Not as interesting however, but as much a surprise, was the way it crunched up the metal cooking pot and ate it whole. "Th-that was... expensive..."

Luckily for him it had made the pokemon lethargic. Pulling out a pokeball, he lobbed it at the Klink.

Hopefully he doesn't eat that, too...

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^{A very mean birb who deserves a family.}

Solo Wild Encounters: 3 of 3
(Attempting to capture Wild Klink.)