Bell stared at the system notification in disbelief.
"Psychic? The actual move?"
This was no simple Telekinesis—Psychic boasted 90 base power, a tier beyond what a level 15 Butterfree should possess. Yet here he was, a Bug/Flying type wielding one of the strongest Psychic techniques.
A chill crept up his thorax.
"Why do I feel—"
SHINK!
Dozens of Poison Stings embedded themselves where he'd stood moments before, the ground hissing as toxins ate through stone.
Pokémon: Zubat
Type: Poison/Flying
Level: 12
Ability: Inner Focus
Moves: Supersonic, Leech Life, Astonish, Mean Look
"Of course..." Bell's wings trembled. The cavern's darkness made perfect habitat for bat Pokémon. Now ten crimson-eyed Zubat surrounded him, fangs glistening with anticipation for his hemolymph.
Combat Initiated!
Bell's wings became a blur. Sleep Powder, Stun Spore, and Poison Powder erupted in a tri-colored storm, propelled by Gust. The confined space turned the attack into a guaranteed hit—
Status Effects Applied!
6 Zubat → Asleep
3 Zubat → Paralyzed
1 Zubat (Poison-immune) → Unaffected
"Not enough!"
The remaining bats converged. Bell's eyes flashed pink as Psychic unleashed—
BOOM!
Three Zubat cratered into the walls, their shrieks echoing. But the toll was immense; Bell's vision swam as his energy reserves plummeted.
Then shadows parted.
A hulking Golbat emerged, wings spanning the tunnel. Level 35. Leader of this colony.
Final Stand
Bell's wings pumped furiously. Another powder cloud filled the cavern—his last gambit.
[Ding! Level Up → 16]
The notification meant nothing as fangs sank into his abdomen. Leech Life drained him further while the Golbat's Air Cutter sent him smashing into bedrock.
"So this is it... At least I took some with me."
Beneath him, seven Zubat lay motionless—victims of his desperate Psychic assaults.
As consciousness faded, Bell mustered one final attack. His entire body glowed pink as every ounce of psychic energy detonated in a radial blast—
[Ding! Level Up → 17]
The surge stabilized him momentarily, just as a familiar voice pierced the darkness:
"Hold on, child!"
The Butterfree Chieftain descended like a vengeful storm, Psychic waves flattening the remaining bats. His wings wrapped around Bell as healing pollen drifted from his Silver Powder.
"You've proven yourself worthy."