Robin surveys the area. This so-called Sanctuary is unlike anything he has encountered. Lush foliage, exotic scents, and…creatures. He needs more information. This "Pokémon Home" requires further investigation. It is illogical that the Justice League has not acted. Father would not approve of this oversight. He removes a small, high-resolution camera from his utility belt. Time to document everything.
Robin activates the camera, initiating a meticulous recording of his surroundings. He adjusts the focus, capturing the vibrant details of the alien flora and fauna. The lighting is adequate, but he makes a mental note to adjust the white balance for optimal clarity. The immediate priority is data acquisition. He must learn more about these…Pokémon. The League of Assassins did not prepare him for this. This new world is a conundrum.
Robin ventures deeper into the Sanctuary. Towering trees form a natural canopy. The forest floor is a tapestry of strange plants. He encounters several of these Pokémon. One resembles a rodent, with oversized cheeks and a lightning-shaped tail. Another is a small, leafy creature with bulbous eyes. Illogical. Their designs are nonsensical. He approaches the rodent cautiously, camera whirring softly.
Robin notes its size, approximately one foot in height. Its fur is a garish yellow. It possesses the ability to discharge electricity. A tactical disadvantage, surely. He records his observations, dictating into a small microphone attached to his collar. "Subject one: appears to be a mammalian biped. Displays aggressive tendencies when approached. Threat level: minimal." He makes a mental note to research the creature's weaknesses. It is illogical for a rodent to have such power.
He then turns his attention to the leafy creature. It is smaller, approximately six inches in height. Its movements are slow and deliberate. It appears to be herbivorous. "Subject two: possesses limited mobility. Apparent lack of offensive capabilities. Threat level: negligible." He pauses, considering. "Possible strategic value as a distraction." He doubts its ability to fight in combat.
Robin continues his trek, cataloging each Pokémon he encounters. A winged reptile with fiery breath, a shelled amphibian with water-based attacks, and a rock-like entity with surprising strength. All illogical. Their abilities defy the known laws of physics. The potential implications are unsettling. If these Pokémon are capable of such feats, what else is this world hiding?
He scribbles notes in a small, waterproof notebook, jotting down details of each encounter. "Creature A: capable of sustained flight and incendiary attacks. Requires further analysis." "Creature B: possesses aquatic adaptation and projectile-based offense. Vulnerable to…" He pauses, unsure. "…further testing required."
His lack of knowledge is irritating. He needs to understand the rules of this world. These creatures are unpredictable. Robin frowns. His investigation is not progressing as planned. He needs more data. He needs to learn their names, their weaknesses, their capabilities. The League would have executed these creatures on sight. But here, they are treated like pets. Illogical.
Robin pauses, considering his next move. He cannot rely on assumptions. He needs empirical evidence. He needs to observe these Pokémon in combat. He must know the extent of their abilities. Only then can he assess the true threat level of this "Pokémon Home".
He adjusts his cowl, preparing for the next stage of his investigation.
Robin presses on, following a barely discernible game trail. The vegetation grows denser, the air thicker with humidity. The sounds of the forest amplify, creating an oppressive atmosphere. He is entering unfamiliar territory. Illogical, but unavoidable. His pursuit of knowledge demands it.
He pushes aside a curtain of vines and finds himself in a small clearing. Towering above him, perched on a gnarled tree branch, is a creature unlike any he has seen thus far. It resembles a stag beetle, but its body is sleek and angular, glowing with internal energy. Razor-sharp mandibles frame its face. The creature's wings are translucent and incredibly fast, allowing it to hover effortlessly. A living weapon.
This is no ordinary insect.
The creature fixes its multifaceted eyes on him. A jolt of electricity crackles in the air. This is not merely observation. This is a challenge. Robin's training kicks in. His senses sharpen, his muscles tense. He prepares for engagement.
His assessment is quick and precise. The creature's size is significant, easily dwarfing him. Its mandibles crackle with electric energy. Its posture is aggressive. Threat level: high. Survival protocols activate.
This Pokémon is significantly larger than others. Its aura radiates an intensity that he has rarely encountered.
Totem Pokémon are larger and stronger than their regular counterparts. Enhanced by a mysterious energy, they tower over ordinary members of their species, becoming formidable guardians of the wild. This Vikavolt embodies that power, its frame amplified and crackling with raw electricity.
Robin weighs his options. Engagement is unwise. The creature possesses a clear advantage in size and power. Evasion is the logical course of action. However, retreat may provoke a more aggressive response. He must proceed with caution.
Robin prepares to move, assessing escape routes. The forest is dense, providing cover but also hindering his mobility. He must utilize his environment to his advantage. Speed and agility are his only allies.
The Totem Vikavolt emits a high-pitched whine, a warning signal that vibrates through the air. The creature spreads its wings, preparing to take flight. Time is running out.
Robin inhales deeply, focusing his mind. He will not engage unless necessary. His objective is to escape, to gather more information, to return with a strategy. He tightens his grip on his katana, a reassuring weight against his thigh.
He locks eyes with the Totem Vikavolt, conveying a silent message: he does not seek conflict. But the creature remains unmoved. Its gaze is unwavering, its intent clear. He is an intruder. And it will defend its territory.
He turns and runs.
The forest floor is uneven, treacherous. Roots and fallen branches impede his progress. He moves with practiced ease, weaving through the trees, his movements fluid and precise.
Behind him, the Totem Vikavolt takes flight. The air vibrates with the hum of its wings. The creature gains altitude, its shadow looming over him.
He glances over his shoulder. The Totem Vikavolt is gaining. Its mandibles crackle with energy. It is preparing to strike.
He increases his pace, pushing his body to its limits. He ducks under low-hanging branches, leaps over fallen logs, his movements a blur of controlled motion. He must create distance. He must find cover.
The Totem Vikavolt unleashes a blast of electric energy. The beam streaks past him, incinerating the trees in its wake. He feels the heat on his face, the sting of ozone in his nostrils. Close. Too close.
He veers sharply to the left, plunging into a thicket of thorny bushes. He ignores the pain, the scratches, the sting of the thorns tearing at his suit. Survival is paramount.
He emerges on the other side, his suit ripped and torn, his body aching. But he has gained a few precious seconds. He glances back. The Totem Vikavolt is circling, its eyes scanning the forest floor.
He cannot afford to stop. He must keep moving. He must escape. He will regroup, reassess, and return. But for now, escaping the Totem Vikavolt is the only objective.
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Give power stones to support this book.
Advance chapters in P@T0n Najicablitz.