The chase had turned into a deadly game of cat and mouse—except now, the mouse had fangs.
Bell's wings burned with exertion as he maintained just enough distance to stay ahead of the Spearow. The bird's movements were becoming erratic—its once-precise dives now wobbled mid-air as paralysis stiffened its joints. A sickly purple hue spread through its feathers where poison seeped into its bloodstream.
"That's right... just a little longer," Bell thought, watching the predator's condition deteriorate.
SCREECH!
The Spearow lunged again, but this time, its Peck went wide—its depth perception skewed by the creeping sleep effect. Bell felt the rush of air as the attack missed by inches.
Now.
Bell's eyes blazed pink as Psychic energy erupted around him. The Spearow's body locked up mid-flight, suspended in the air like a puppet on strings.
"You thought I was running?" Bell's mandibles twitched in a mockery of a smile. "I was just leading you away from your flock."
The Spearow's wings spasmed—not from exertion, but from sheer terror. This wasn't prey. This was something worse.
Phase 1: The Feigned Retreat
Bell had played weak. Let the Spearow think it was chasing an exhausted Butterfree. All while his Sleep Powder, Poison Powder, and Stun Spore did their work.
Now, the tables turned.
Phase 2: The Counterattack
With a burst of Tailwind, Bell shot forward—not away, but toward the Spearow. His body glowed white as Tackle connected with a sickening CRUNCH, slamming the bird into the trunk of an ancient oak.
The Spearow's ribs cracked under the impact. It tried to shriek, but only a wet gurgle escaped its beak.
Phase 3: The Execution
Bell didn't hesitate. His mandibles gleamed with Bug Bite energy as he lunged for the Spearow's throat.
CRUNCH.
Blood—hot and metallic—filled his mouth. The Spearow's dying spasms sent them both tumbling to the forest floor in a tangle of wings and claws.
For a moment, the jungle fell silent.
Then—
In a final struggle!
The Spearow's Peck struck like a white-hot dagger, carving through Bell's wing membrane with searing precision. Agony exploded through his nervous system—a super-effective hit that sent him reeling backward through the air.
"Arceus damn it—!" His vision swam with black spots as the Flying-type energy ravaged his Bug-typed body. For the first time, Bell truly understood why type advantages mattered in this world.
The pain didn't break him. It forged him.
Psychic Crush
Bell's eyes blazed radioactive pink as he unleashed his most brutal technique yet—not just restraining the Spearow's body, but compressing its skull with invisible force. The bird's beak gaped in a silent scream as:
Mandibles clamped down on its wing joint, Bug Bite enzymes dissolving connective tissue
Telekinetic pressure increased exponentially—80 psi... 100 psi...
A sickening CRACK echoed through the forest as the Spearow's left eye bulged grotesquely from mounting intracranial pressure
Final Moments
The Spearow's final struggle was pathetic:
One talon spasmodically clawing at empty air
Its remaining wing beating a broken rhythm against the moss
A thin trail of blood leaking from its nostrils
Bell felt the exact moment its cerebellum ruptured. The psychic feedback tasted like copper and static.
Aftermath
[Ding! Level Up → LV18]
Energy flooded Bell's veins as he crouched panting over his kill. The Spearow's neck hung at a nauseating angle, vertebrae clearly separated by his finishing bite.
"This... changes everything."
He'd crossed a threshold today. No longer prey—but a true predator of the Viridian canopy. As the adrenaline faded, three realizations crystallized:
Type disadvantages hurt (but could be overcome through dirty tactics)
Psychic attacks had gruesome potential (when applied creatively)
The jungle was watching (somewhere in the ferns, a watching Pidgey decided migrating south early was wise)
Wiping blood from his mandibles, Bell began the laborious process of dragging his prize toward the Butterfree colony. The Spearow's remaining feathers left crimson streaks on the bark—a visible warning to all who might challenge him.
"Let them see."