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☘ 008; [action for Violet]

[If you asked Lancer how he thought this day would start, 'swarms of annoying bugs' would not be high on the list.]

Olldóiteán, Liath Macha--!

[The two Pokemon at Lancer's side shot flames in the direction of the gathering Paras and Spinarak; they were small, yes, but the sheer number of them and the way they were acting was concerning.]

[If 'concerning' meant 'why the hell are bugs attacking me'.]

[Lancer twirled the fishing pole in his hand like he would his favored weapon before swinging it out to the side and hitting an unfortunately placed Yanma square in the face. Another flew at him from the side, only to be met with a fist square in the face.]

[...Quite a few of the smaller ones backed off after that little display combined with the HOLY SHIT FIRE his Pokemon were producing. So he had a moment or two before they'd regroup, great. Just great.]

If I find whoever pissed these stupid things off, I'll snap their neck--!

[Someone was not a morning person.]

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[What was that noise?]

[Oh, it was just your kid galloping past on his Tauros, painted blue, screaming bloody murder and waving a stick.]

[On the plus side, he was running some of those damn Pokemon down.]

What-?

[AGAIN WITH THE BLUE, WHAT THE HELL. THIS IS NO TIME FOR PAINT, GDIT.

the rest of this, however, he's very much okay with.]

Connla--!

[Dammit, why were humans so slow. He couldn't even come close to keeping up with that stupid thing.]

[THERE IS ALWAYS TIME FOR PAINT.]

[Connla didn't have a lance or a sword, but in a pinch, a tree branch as thick around as his wrist would do.]

[There are bugs flying all over the place. WAT DO, DAD]

[Screw your tree branch, I have a fishing pole with which to whack everything with wings.]

Liath Macha, Flame Wheel!

[And a horse to set everything without wings on fire.]

[Turns out, though, that String Shot when wrapped around a bull's legs causes it to stop moving forward.]

[Connla, however, did not.]

[Ow.]

[Well damn, that one looked like it hurt.]

You okay, kid?

[A Yanma got the bright idea in its head to target Lancer with a Tackle attack while he was distracted--this failed when all it tackled was Lancer's fist square in its face.]

[He's a little bruised and scratched up, but otherwise okay.]

[Or, rather, he was until about six of those Pokemon got the idea to tackle him all at once.]

[Oh no you fucking don't.]

[Fishing pole to the face. Lots and lots of this.]

[And punting a Ledyba for good measure.]

[When Connla got back to his feet, the first thing he did was grab his stick to send the Pokemon that had started to attack his Tauros flying. Poor Don Cuilagne wasn't strong enough to hold up against an assault by higher-level attackers, and he was forced to withdraw him.]

Well, faither. We dinnae seem tae be gettin' very far, pickin' em aff oan by oan.

If you're saying that, I hope you have another suggestion.

[Luckily, his own had been trained for longer--not to mention the fact that Lancer had discovered fire worked particularly well here.]

I dinnae ken what yer wee beasties can dae, so nae really. All I hae is a big stick an' Donn Cuilagne, an' he cannae fight anymair.

[Stupid bugs, tripping his bull.]

I'm not one to retreat, but given the situation I'm starting to think we should get back to the hotel before things--

[WHACK, and there went another Ledyba.]

--get any worse.

I am beginnin' tae agree wit' ye.

[WHACK]

There dinnae seem tae be an end tae them.

Right. Either we stay there and wait for the swarm to die down, or we come back later and try to figure out where they're coming fr--

[Was that an explosion he just heard off in the distance? What the hell was exploding?!]

...

[Connla wasn't sure what was exploding, but he had the feeling that they shouldn't hang around to find out.]

Faither, we should leave noo.

Don't need to tell me twice.

[He called back his Ponyta--she was the weakest of the team, and starting to get worn down.]

Olldóiteán, see if you can clear these things out of our way.

[The Houndoom gave a low growl, taking a deep breath and shooting fire to chase off some of the swarm.]

Let's go.

Aye.

[He went to follow Lancer, heading back toward the hotel.]

[He walked quickly but cautiously, occasionally lashing out to strike at one of the flying insects that tried to attack. Walking just one step too close to a tree, however, led three creatures to drop down around him.]

Piiiiine.

[They were vibrating and making a peculiar high-pitched sound...Lancer had a very bad feeling about that coupled with the earlier explosion. He probably only had a second to act--jump back himself or make sure Connla was a safe distance away.]

[Really, the choice was obvious. He stopped abruptly and shoved Connla as hard as his human body would allow, barely half a second before the three of them exploded.]

[The resulting burns would probably be the least of his problems, considering that the force alone knocked him back and against the wall of the nearest building.]

[Yeah, Lancer would just be taking a little power nap while his hellhound set everything that moved nearby on fire.]

[Connla was thrown aside far enough to avoid the worst of the blast.]

Faither--!

[He scrambled to his feet and left Olldóiteán to take care of the remaining Pokemon, instead deciding to make sure his father was alive.]

[Why did he do that?]

Faither? Faither!

[Kneeling beside the fallen Lancer, Connla shook him to try to wake him up.]

[It took him a moment or two, but Lancer awoke with a pained scowl on his face--what were these human bodies made of?! It felt like all the armies of Ireland had just run right over him. A quick mental checklist of his injuries included a few burns--easy to deal with--and a cracked rib or two, which was significantly less easy.]

[Not to mention the hit he'd taken to his head. But hey, he'd dealt with worse and lived. granted he was a demigod at the time, but who's keeping track?]

[More importantly, Connla was shouting at him and they had bigger problems to deal with.]

I'm-...tch. I'm fine. [Lancer pulled himself to his feet, easier said than done when every part of his body ached and his legs threatened to give out.]

...are you alright?

I'm nae hurt.

[There was worry on his face, though-- his father was hurt.]

[He was ready to grab the Irish warrior should he fall because of his injuries. If he had to, he could carry his father into the hotel.]

Can ye walk?

I can manage, I've had far worse.

[Again, as a demigod. Details, details.]

Olldóiteán! [More bugs? That just meant MORE FIRE. They weren't far, at least--he could force his legs to work until he got inside.]

Aye.

[Well, if he could get his legs to work long enough to get in, then Connla would beat the fuck out of some bugs until he could get himself inside.]

[Lancer walked to the door, scowling as he leaned heavily on the frame and called back his Houndoom.]

Are you coming or what?!

Aye!

[Just knocking one last bug Pokemon out of the park.]

[Then he followed his father into the safety of the hotel.]

[He slammed the door behind them, leaning heavily against it and trying to catch his breath. Yep, definitely a couple cracked ribs.]

Damned insects...

Come on, sit doon. I dinnae ken the things can get through a dair.

Yeah, you're right.

[He winced as he got off of the door, scowling in frustration at his current state.]

Let's just get back to our room before the damn things start breaking windows.

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