The UNION Team

He had been wandering around aimlessly for the past few days, he hated to admit it, but he was lost. He never had a good sense of directions, that task always fell on his sister’s shoulders. The only place he really knew was his home on route 43, but he didn’t want to stay there, the smallest chance he might meet his undead sister was too much of a gamble. He yet to see any Pokémon in weeks, the ones he did meet usually ran off, or threatened him because they were afraid to lose their food. Speaking of food, he had yet to eat anything the last few days, even his hand was starting to lose its sweet honey flavor,he would need to find more honey soon, or at least Beedrill pollen so he can make his own imitation honey like his mother once taught him.

He had been lucky to not encounter any infected yet on this route, though when he did he usually just ran away. Before he knew it he had ended up at a rundown building, the front said “Pokémon Center”. He had seen many of these on his travels, they were either stripped of all usefully items, or they served as a habitat for random infected. There was also an entrance to a cave further on the path, which could hopefully serve as a temporary camp. He knew it would be useless to go to the Pokémon center, but any chance of food, or much less friendly faces, was a worth taking.

He slowly made his way to the door, sucking on his right paw more than normal; he always had the habit of over sucking his paw whenever he got nervous. The door had been broken down long ago like most buildings have been, and the lights where always broken, leaving the inside dark. He cautiously made his way inside the broken down building.

**Relocated**


Sandpan never liked being with other pokémon all too often, but would find it sometimes necessary to team up with the other Sandslash in the group to collect the out-of-reach Wiki Berries in the tall trees. Sandpan had always lived a nomadic life going from Route to Route finding the only thing he could call "home", the Dry berry known as the Wiki Berry.

Sandpan had been searching over two days trying finding the only thing he could even stomach these day: Wiki Berries. He had started wondering up Route 32, in hopes that he could find that most delicious sustenance in the world, when it suddenly started to rain heavily. Hating rain dreadfully, Sandpan had panicked and foolishly took shelter in a near buy abandoned Pokémon Center; not knowing what could be in it waiting for him.

Luckily, when he scurried inside he was greeted only by solitude and emptiness. Realizing just how tired Sandpan really was after a day long trek through Route 32 he wobbled over to a corner of the pokémon Center. Knowing could not tear through the thick flooring, he simply balled up behind a broken PC and gently nodded gently to sleep.

Luke had been wondering down route 32, looking for some place that he could curl up and sleep. But with all that’s been happening, it was hard to find a ‘safe’ place to sleep. He had kept all his senses sharp as he made his way along the abandoned route, making sure to steer clear of areas with possible danger.

Luke soon came to a place that looked all to familiar to him. A pokemon centre. It was run down but the doors were still there, and were locked, but it looked fairly deserted. So he broke the door open in order to get inside and out of the dangers of the night. He made sure to look around and make sure the place was secure before he checked to see if there was any food. Luckily there was some. It seemed the centre had yet to be cleaned out by other pokemon that were still sane, and alive.

It was then that Luke heard footsteps coming from the entrance. He could also hear it starting to rain. Slowly but swiftly he made his way toward the entrance, and out of sight. He could see a Sandslash make its way inside. It didn’t look like it was an infected from the way it looked. It wasn’t covered in blood or had glowing eyes. And it had no injuries that he could see. It made its way to the old PC were it seemed to lay down and sleep. Feeling that it was no threat he decided to let it be and went back to the food storage to eat his fill before finding a place to curl up and sleep himself.

Theo was glad it was a bright and shiny morning when he decided to investigate the broken down pokemon center. He was never that good at seeing in the dark as most pokemon were adapted to, and the lack of visible windows didn’t help his situation. The place was dirty to say the least, one of the light fixtures looked as if it was a small tremor from falling, and the furniture was knocked over, missing parts, or lying in a heap of rubble around the room. Common sense told him to fist check behind the broken counter for anything that may be hiding behind it, he took his paw out of his mouth, and if he had to run he would need all four to outrun it. Luckily for him there was nothing behind the furniture except some trash and a ruined machine. He had heard from pokemon who’s trainers abandoned them that this is where a lovely saint with pink hair would eagerly wait to heal any and all that needed it, he had always been wary of humans, but the way they described her made him want to meet her at least once.

It was hard to make out any clear smells in the building, everything reeked of death nowadays, it seems like many pokemon had passed through this building before, infected and clean ones. They were probably seeking refuge in what used to be a safe haven, which only made him want to stay there less, it could easily be set up for a trap. One distinct smell did catch his interest though; it was sweet, extremely faint like It had been days since it had been deemed as fresh, but sweet nonetheless. He was hoping it might have been a dried out berry, if he could find a few, and then maybe raid an abandoned beedrill nest, then he could mix them into a heavenly concoction. The smell led him to the corner of the room where what looked like what was once a proud machine now was torn apart with wires hanging off it, the screen was in worse condition. He figured the smell might have come from the machine, like if it might have been built to hold sweet food, but in fact the smell led him to behind the machine.

A ball of brown spikes lay there, it looked as though if one where to mishandle the ball, their paw would come back slightly more red. He had no clue what that ball was, or why it smelled sweet, maybe someone that had just eaten berries had handled the ball in the past transferring the smell. He knew he should not play with something so dangerous, but he wanted to know, the sucking of his paw speeding up at the mere curiosity. It looked like a big toy, and normally toys had a function, a method to using them, and he wanted to know what this one’s use was. He reached out to touch it in between the spikes, the first step was to figure out what it was made of, whether it was soft or hard. He did not expect it to be warm though.

Sandpan had woken up to the touch of something in between his quills. Dare he move his head to look at what it was? Maybe, he thought, if he played dead the poking would stop and the source would lose interest. No, he realized this isn't on of the Sandslash he grew up with, it wouldn't just lose interest. It could have been an infected for all he knew. He decided he would turn and face his attacker.

But when he turned he saw what appeared to be a helpless Teddiursa staring back at him with questioning eyes. He saw that it was eyeing his last Wiki Berry, the one he was saving as a last resort. Sandpan was about to scare off the little intruder but realized a full grown mother Ursaring may be close.

Panicking, he backed up all the way to the wall, frantically trying to dig a way through the floor, or anything for that matter. The Teddiursa was blocking his only escape from in between the broken PC and the walls. After discovering he was completely cornered in he accepted his fate and sat in the corner, holding his Wiki Berry; knowing it may be the last time he would ever hold one.

Luke had had a bad dream last night. It was dark with no light. He could hear the terrified screams of pokemon and humans in every direction, along with the creepy laugh of a single pokemon. Luke tried to yell something, but when he opened his mouth nothing came out. He decided to fun toward the laughing, even though it seemed to be coming from every direction just like the screaming. He tried to call out again, but like before, nothing.

It was then that something hit his head and Luke sprang right up. He looked around seeing he was back in the pokemon centre. He looked to see what had hit him only to see broken light bulb. He looked up and saw it had fallen out of one the broken lights hanging from the ceiling. He stretched to get rid of his horrible dream. He then walked back to the food storage. He made sure to leave some so he could eat when he woke up in the morning. He also found a little back that wasn’t torn so he made sure to pack some food before leaving.

After eating his fill and packing for later, Luke made his way to the entrance. The morning light shone through what was left of the windows and from small cracks in the roof. When he turned the corner he wondered if the Sandslash from last night was still there. He decided he didn’t want the thing to starve so he would wake it up and give it some food when he got the entrance.

Luke made it the entrance and made his way to the broken PC. Then he noticed that there was another pokemon there as well. This one was a Teddiursa, and it looked like it was hungry. He looked around only to see the Sandslash cowering in a corner holding out what looked like a Wiki berry. The Sandslash had surrendered to the Teddiursa so easily cause he didn’t have a scratch on him, and cause Luke never herd and fighting going on.

Theo had gone through a series of emotions all in a short amount of time. He was shocked when he had found out that the “toy” he was about to play with had started moving on its own. To his surprised it had even transformed before his very eyes into the form of a pokemon, he was only really familiar with the pokemon that lived in his forest so had no idea what kind it was, though judging by its colors it was a ground type. He was happy to have finally found a living pokemon that didn’t immediately threat him to go away. He immediately grew jealous when he found out the smell he though was coming from the “toy” was actually coming from a slightly dried up wiki berry. But he immediately grew sad when he noticed that the other pokemon had immediately picked it up protectively as thought he was going to steal it any second. Though he had to admit, he was confused when the brown pokemon stated to back away frightfully into the corner, as if he was going to attack any minute. He looked down at himself, he was slightly dirty, and his fur was a bit ruffled in certain places, but he didn’t look infected, he didn’t even have any wounds on him.

He figured the pokemon was just squeamish or cowardly. He thought about how if his sister Lexy had been there right now she would have immediately suggested they play with the cowering pokemon a bit, scaring it, or getting it to hand over its berry. He knew thought the terrors of this new infected world, and he would not want to be tormented if he was in the brown one’s position, though he had to admit, he did really want that berry, but his stomach would have to wait. He wanted to show the pokemon that he was harmless, but was still apprehensive about it, for all he knew it could still be dangerous. He tilted his head to the side slightly and scrunched up his eyebrows into a worrisome expression, the same face that had convinced many pokemon before the infection to share their things with him. “You okay mister?” he tried to say, but he knew that the paw in his mouth made it seem more like “Mhh day mnstr?”.
((OOC: would have confronted the houndoom also, but Theo has his back to him so he doesn’t know he’s in the room yet ))

Sandpan's expression of forlornness quickly turned into one of pity. It seemed as though the Teddiursa was all alone; like him. He couldn't help but feel sad for the little baby pokémon. It had seem lost, confused and hungry. He then quickly remembered the Wiki Berry he had in his hand. Should he really give up even the smallest morsel of this wonder fruit to help this abandoned creature? Sandpan had seen many Teddiursa in his travels, but none without an accompanying Ursaring with them. Maybe, if he helped it, it might be able to hand Sandpan out? He reach out his paw that held the Wiki Berry in it.

Suddenly Sandpan withdrew his hand, cradling the Berry in his paws again. He had look past the Teddiursa and saw a Houndoom lurking over it. It was lurking over it like a shadow, a shadow with claws that could be used for hurting. He had known that even if the Teddiursa wasn't going to harm him the Houndoom certainly will. Sandpan stood frozen in shock, thinking that if he didn't move the Houndoom would take the closer pokémon and be gone without bothering to go for him. Sandpan was never a cowered, but certainly could not fight in as closed as space as this.

Luke watched the two pokemon to see what was going to happen. He didn’t think they would risk injuring each other. He walked a little closer to see if they were saying anything. They were just staring at each other. It Teddiursa looked like it had been through a lot with the way its fur was. It was all matted like it hadn’t been groomed in days. But with all that’s been going on I don’t blame it if it was to afraid to let its guard down.

As Luke got closer to them he noticed the Sandslash had seem him and now had a terrified look on its face like it had just seen the most horrible infected in all of Johto. He was a little hurt, but it wasn’t the first time this had happened. The same thing had happened awhile back with a Rattata, only when it saw him it ran in terrier right into the claws of an infected Flareon. But this Sandslash was to scared to move let alone run away. It stayed perfectly still that it almost looked like it could be a statue.

The Teddiursa didn’t seem to notice Luke at all. It just stood there with its back to him. They both looked hungry and scared, and like always, Luke took pity on them. They were all alone in this new world just like him. So to show that he means no harm he picked up his bag of food he was going to save for later in set it down between the two pokemon so they could have a decent meal.

A weary-eyed Kirlia trudged by the pokemon center, a tattered pink scarf hanging, almost dejectedly, from its shoulders.
Upon spotting the food, the creature suddenly put on a show of energy, illusory copies of it appearing all over the area as it darted towards its new target.

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Shortly after the Kirlia, a Riolu stepped wearily over the Threshold of the Pokémon Center, a look of utter defeat plastered across it's face, and a paw covering it's right eye, blood trickling from between it's fingers as it heaved a heavy sigh.
For a moment, the Riolu inspected the area with it's good eye, before collapsing against the doorway, and supporting itself with it's elbow.
It took a breath, and spoke in a weak, shaky voice "I smell... Berries."

To tell the truth, Theo was shocked at the brown pokemon’s sudden change in demeanor. He had been cowering a good time now, but all of a sudden it was like his opinion of him changed, even going as far as to offer him the berry he was so adamant on protecting, though not enough to talk to him yet. Though the offering did not last long, for some reason he had gone back to protecting his berry. Theo had no clue, either it was cause he was having second thoughts, or if the other pokemon was playing with him. He was about to ask what was wrong with him when a bag seemed to land in front of him, it was partly open to reveal a stock of assorted berries. He looked to where they came from to thank whoever had given it, but the pokemon’s appearance startled him.

It was black and white, with some brown on its belly. By the looks of it, it was a male, though as to what type it was, he had no clue. It wasn’t that he was afraid of him, there was an Ursaring in his forest that also had a ton of scars on him, plus, usually bad pokemon didn’t share their food. He wasn’t able to thank him cause he was looking up in admiration, like the Ursaring that shared similar appearances, the look of a battle worn body meant that person was strong, and if judging by those qualifications, this one was strong along with compassionate. But yet again he was not even given the chance to talk.

A swarm of white and green pokemon suddenly appeared in the building without warning. He knew they were not real, it was not possible for them all to have the same matching scarf, maybe it was using double team or something. He didn’t know what it wanted, he didn’t know if he could take this pokemon on, he didn’t even know if he could rely on these new found pokemon to help him if the time needed, but when he saw yet another pokemon enter the center, he knew something needed to be done. This new visitor was hurt, he could smell the blood from him, and whether it was an infection attack or not didn’t matter at the moment, what did matter was getting some berries to him. But before that could be done, the situation needed to be put under control.

He did the only thing he could think of, he put both paws behind his back, head slightly bent down, and one of his legs digging slightly to the ground as he set off an Attract attack in all directions hoping to calm everyone down. “Puh-Please stop”, he hated using that stuttering voice, but he knew from past experiences that cuteness was his greatest weapon.

((OOC: semi-embarrased/semi-laughing about using his attract attack xD))

Sandpan had a mix of emotions rush by him in mere moments.

As the Houndoom dropped the bag of food in between the Teddiursa and himself he felt a bit of confusion. He didn't know whether to trust him or if it was to toy with him. He was curiously reaching for the bag when the Houndoom and Teddiursa looked away. Sandpan could see nothing since he was in the corner with a broken PC blocking his view.

All he knew was the next thing that happened was him falling into deep curiosity for the Teddiursa in-front of him. He didn't know if he should help it, or kiss it. Sandpan found himself woddling over to it, querying if he would like a piece of his precious berry.

One second your helping out a fellow pokemon, the next your falling for its attract attack. Luke hated that attack. But since he was male, it didn’t have a strong effect on him like it would with the female gender. Which told him that the Teddiursa was a male itself. But it didn’t really matter, all Luke wanted to do was hug the little bear pokemon, but he controlled himself not to.

The next thing Luke saw was a flash of white and green and he looked behind him to see another pokemon using a double team attack. he could also see a hurt Riolu behind it. he lowered his head and snarled at the Kirlia. Having traveled around a lot in different regions, he pretty much new every pokemon out there. And since the Kirlia was a psychic type, Luke had somewhat of the advantage if it tried to attack. But he hoped it wouldn’t end in a fight cause the smell of blood was sure to lure plenty of infected to the centre.

The clones darted about, the original obviously among them, but where?...
From the safety of its illusions, Kirlia eyed the obstacles between it and the precious food.. until the Teddiursa caught its attention.
About that time, the clones dispersed and the original pounced on said Teddiursa, clinging to him.
((He may or may not feel compelled to do the same, this doesn't quite look to be the work of Attract ;D Teddiursa is pretty adorable :3))

The Riolu paused, before craning it's neck to glance at Teddiursa.
He wasn't sure what the feeling was, whether he wanted to steal Teddiursa away, or merely hug him.
Closing his eyes, he thought for a second, attempting to keep his concentration elsewhere.
He was failing.

Puh-Please stop
"Stop...?" His eyes drifted to the Kirlia, clinging to the Teddiursa, infatuated "...Stop..." he pushed himself from his Elbow, and instead leant against the doorway by his paw, "Stop... The Kirlia...?"

He was dreaming. Wedge wanted to cry out in pain as he tugged on his right wing, pecking it mercilessly until it dropped to the ground. The Skarmory gasped, and soon after released an empty howl in his dream, remembering how his insides felt inflamed, as if something was eating him from the inside. The Armor Bird Pokemon hated his dreams; too realistic, too painful, and they were of feelings he could not remember. What exactly were teammates? A master? Working together? It was all foolish rubbish to him.

Because as he woke up, deep in the Pokemon Center, Wedge forgot about his dreams. It had been long ago of feelings and emotions, now that he was... he needed blood. Blood... It called to him, as a mother to their child. Why, he wanted to create a sacred place, just for him, with a tub filled with... blood, and bathe within it. Wedge (who is Wedge?) clambered out of his nest lazily. He dimly noted as he searched for living that he had stationed here for many passed into the... this place, and it was the perfect spot to lure living into their death.

The Armor Bird's eyes lit up with delight, as he watched from the mouth of his hole of five living, blood-filled Pokemon gathered around. The Skarmory lifted his single wing, and stalked out of the shadows, putting on an Iron Defense. "Blood... blood... blood... your blood!" Wedge went into a frenzy flapping his purple wing and aiming for the closest one- a bear-like Pokemon. "Raaaaargh!"

His attract seemed to have calmed the situation down, the ground type only seemed to become slightly affected, it finally wanted to share its coveted berry. The houndoom only seemed to shrug it off, he knew this attack didn’t work on most pokemon, especially not as well on other males, before he finally noticing the white and green threat within the building. Though sadly, it didn’t stay a threat, he quickly remembered why he didn’t use that attack as often, his body was quickly squished against the white and green pokemon. Sadly he had worse results from Attract, he remembered a Smoochum that accidently got caught up in it, it would not stop kissing him, and when he finally got her off, she blasted him with her own attract, the incident was one he wanted to forget. He had no clue how the already hurt one was acting, maybe it was too far to have full effect, or maybe it was a male also. He was about to pull off his hugger and tell everyone to get the wounded help when he saw the most horrible thing.

A flying silver infected, by the color he guess it was a steel type. He hated flying with a passion; he could almost never land an attack on them because they were always in the sky. He knew they needed a fire type to stand any chance of fighting this thing, and as far as he can tell, they had none. He didn’t know why it was in the center, but that was not the important thing, the important thing was why it was targeting him. Maybe it was targeting the weakest link, if that was the case, he sort of wondered why it didn’t attack the ground type. He was glad it didn't go straight to the wounded one, he would have been a goner if it had.

He knew he had no chance of fighting it at close range, much less restricted by his hugger, so he did the only thing he was great at, running away. He jumped out of the way to dodge the attack with the hugger in tow.

All at once, as if in slowed-motion Sandpan saw everything happen.

At the beginning his emotion started to fade from the tiny, "helpless" teddiursa as he saw what seemed to be a blur from nowhere jump at him and hug him. He hadn't the slight clue what it was. All Sandpan knew was the it had a scarf and, the way it was hugging him, was shrouded by the teddiursa's body; somewhat.

Then, behind the Teddiursa and still somewhat menacing-ish Houndoom it saw something. A flash of iron dart down from the floor above, towards the Teddiursa. Normally Sandpand wouldn't care. As long as Sandpand wasn't in danger. But something happened that moment. It's still arguable to this day why Sandpan did what he did, perhaps it was because the effects of attract were still looming over him somewhat, or perhaps it was because he had seen that blood lust before. He had seen the crazed look in those eye from pokémon before. But the fact remains that he did it.

In one, quick, smooth, motion Sandpan jumped forward and over the two pokémon that were ducking for cover, and grabbed onto It's leg. Letting It's mighty talon dig into him. And as he could feel the blood trickle from his side he took his claw and swung with all his power at the leg of the infected.

((OOC: I read over the previews posts a couple of times and couldn't figure out exactly where the infected Skarmory attacked from. So I made the executive decision of behind and above the Houndoom and Teddiursa; like a bird of pray would. I hope everyone's alright with that. ^-^))

At the sound of a screech he turned in time to see the infected Skarmory make a lunge at the Teddiursa. He started to get angry with himself for not checking the centre more thoroughly, if he had done that there would have been no way he could have missed this kind of pokemon. Luke didn’t really like Skarmorys after a bad experience with one back when he was still a Houndour. It was from a Skarmorys claw that he had gotten the scar across his eye.

What Luke saw next was very surprising. The Sandslash attacked the infected. He was a little in aww at the once scared little pokemon who didn’t seem very eger to fight, now willingly attacking the steel type. He new he had the advantage being half fire type. He also knew that he couldn’t just attack the infected with his fire type attack while the Sandslash was clinging to its leg. Then he remembered that Sandslashes were ground types and that fire type attacks didn’t have much of an effect on them. So making sure to aim carefully as to not directly hit the Sandslash, or any of the other pokemon, he took in deep breath and when he breathed out and huge wrath of flames came out as he used his Flamethrower attack.

The Kirlia took a step back from the fight, focusing on the skarmory..
... and unleashed a small burst of psychic energy, pathetic, really.

Seruru took his paw from his eye, his vision focusing as he attempted to figure out what had just happened.
A battle had begun, just outside (OOC: I dearly hope it's outside, anyway) but all Seruru had seen, was a shimmering, swooping silvery silhouette.
He glanced at his paw. Blood. "Have I attracted this...creature?" he asked, quietly.

Being a Fighting Type, Seruru knew he had no possible way of fighting off the attacker, it was definitely a flying type.
But a Sandslash and Houndoom had already started an attack. He could, at least, assist.

Seruru took a deep breath, collecting his bearings and the last of his strength, stealing away his weakness for another time, before using his Quick Attack to dash into the battle, waving his bloody Paw in the air in order to attract the attacking Pokémon, which he could now see, was a Skarmory.
"Hungry?!" he cried, though his voice was croaky and strained.

Wedge felt frustration as his supposed prey ran away, and hordes of the other Pokemon piled in to defend the thing. The Skarmory felt satisfaction fulfill him as his talon hit the Sandslash, watching as the blood continued to spill onto his steeled feet. "It's... not enough..." He moaned as a four-legged creature stepped up and targeted a flamethrower.

The Armor Bird's eyes widened for a millisecond- filled with a memory of a Charizard burning his lost wing. The shock of his remembrance was all too soon forgotten, when anger took the place of it. The Houndoom's image was replaced with a vicious Charizard, and Wedge felt bile rising up his throat. He yowled as the Flamethrower hit his body, but he felt no pain. Only anger- and an unnamed vengeance that must be taken. The Skarmory prepared his counterattack, barely feeling the meek wave of psychic power hitting him. Setting up one more Iron Defense, which made his rusted wings shine for a second, Wedge shrugged off the Sandslash, and charged towards the Houndoom.

"My wing... lost and forgotten it has been..." Wedge whispered to the Houndoom as he wrapped his talons around him and started flying upward awkwardly, with only one wing available. His Sky Drop, a move he used the most, killed all the weak adversaries. They left little blood behind, and their bodies were more likely to be filled with bone and muscle than blood and guts. The Skarmory was nearly at the height he wished to be at when he smelled blood. The rich, metallic tang of it had already been spilled. Wedge stopped mid-flight, crazily searching for the source- a blue thing waving its blood around like a toy.

The Skarmory suddenly started diving downward involuntarily. His only wing was not enough to sustain him in the air for too long. "Blood... spilled and spread, I shall see..." He tightened his grip on the Houndoom, wishing for more blood to be spilled.

The only thing he hated more than being useless was if others got hurt because of him. He had been able to dodge the first attack unscathed, but possibly not without the help of the ground type. To Theo it was unthinkable that the previously cowering pokemon would do something so courageous, Theo’s only conclusion was that it most likely must have done it under the effect of his Attract. The mere thought made him ill to his stomach, to him, that Attack wasn’t meant to be used that way, it made him want to never use it again, which only brought him back to his uselessness.

He had no long range attacks, and the close range ones he did have weren’t that strong. All he was good at, all he ever did was hide and run, run and hide, he had extremely little battle experience. He wanted to grab the wounded pokemon and run, knowing they would both only be in the way, but the other pokemon looked like it didn’t run away from fights easily. He supposed he could always force the blue one out, even if it was slightly taller, he was still more slender than Theo. But something in him wouldn’t let him turn his back on the only nice pokemon he had met in what seemed like months.

He knew he most likely would not get out unscathed, but he did the only thing he could think of, he jumped up and used a fury swipes aimed at the infected’s talons, hoping it might release the black one held captive.

Sandpan could feel death's cold embrace squeeze tighter than the grip of the deathly Skarmory. Then, suddenly, the infected let him go from his icy-cold grip.

Sandpan was relieved for a moment. Relieved he could finally breath. Aside from the blood trickling out from the side of him, he had a feeling of being strangled while in the grips of the Airy predator. Even just being in the claws for mere moments he felt that his bones were crunching up against each other, and he felt as if his lungs could only shrink.

But then Sandpan woke from his moment of perfect relaxation and realized what was now happening. He was in the air via the Skarmory's grip. It loosened it's grip. Which mean't that there was no reason Sandpan would have been in the air. Sandpan was now in a free fall. Headed towards a painful, solid, sudden stop.

Sandpan smiled slightly. He had felt that feeling of falling from a great height once before. Once when he had climbed a tall dessert tree in hopes of finding a Wiki Berry. He got to the top and sighted one; just out of reach. Forgetting that he had to hold on to the tree to stay up he tried to grab the fruit, and fell. Luckily it was on soft sand. Un-luckily, this was not the case. Sandpan had accepted his fate, he was never scared of dying. And he was always quick to let it take him over. With his last ounce of strength, he put his Wiki Berry in his mouth, the one he had in his spare hand while swiping at the Skarmory, and closed his eyes, and smiled slightly. Knowing he'd feel that sudden, thick stop soon enough...