You make a brisk left turn, dodging the oncoming tree while steadying your footing in the wet soil as well. The Pinsir behind you, however, sees you brake left and endeavors to do the same, but overdoes his fast beating steps and collides head first into the tree. The claws upon its cranium pierce through the trunk, smashing its head into the wooden wall as you hear a loud crunching noise that almost made you jump out your fur from just the painful sound.
The Pinsir yanks its head out of the wood, taking dizzy steps and stammers about. You heard an awful groaning come from the beast during its wobbly posture, having a difficult time keeping its weighted balance with the dizzying impact. Its pale purple eyes seem to dart in random, dysfunctional directions while it appeared to be on the verge of teetering over. The brown crab shook off the disorientation and tensed itself, ready to attack once again.
You decide to charge forward and attack, fully aware that running wouldn't save you. If the colossal crustacean could manage to shake off the hit it took from that tree and still be able catch up to you in your tired state, you were certain enough that fighting was a better option. After all, it was better than falling down in exhaustion for it to catch you and slide down its drooling jaws feet-first. Your mind shuddered in what else it might provoke to do with your body.
The Pinsir roars aloud, charging head first like a raging bull. The claws open up, ready to clasp around you as you doubtfully prepare a surge of aura energy into your palm, ready to punch.
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