You feel something burning deep in your body, and it wants out. It crawls up your throat, and is pounding against your teeth. It pushes, and builds, and finally...
...escapes. You open you mouth and a flamethrower spills out in desperation. It rushes towards the Donphan at breakneck speed, colliding with a flash. Behind the action, flames continue to spill from your mouth. Suddenly, you start losing your breath, and close your mouth.
The fire, which you could have sworn just chuckled, creeps back down your throat. You look up at the Donphan. It now looked more like a burnt kabob, and was unconscious. You grin in silent victory.
The pokemon that were watching started to cheer in a manifold as you nervously took in the glory. Then, from the crowd, a Xatu steps up to you, and the crowd grows silent.
The Xatu seemed to be important to the area, so you sit as respectfully as you can. The Xatu spoke "We've been expecting you..."
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