Roland and his team walked up to the Plateau, awed by its size. Roland had left a small portion of his team at the guild, only bringing Mugen and Nessa with him. The rest of the team was either recovering or attending to business.
Nessa once again seemed to be somewhat uncomfortable, but Roland was enjoying the trek. He liked mountains, plateaus and volcanoes. He just enjoyed the hard journey up and the feeling of accomplishment when one reached the top. He had been born on a mountain, and would always be more at home on one.
While daydreaming about his time at his mountain home, Roland saw a Spinirak out of the corner of his eye. He considered hitting it, and was deciding against it when the Spinirak decided to shoot some webbing. Roland shot out an Ember to burn the webs and a second one to hit the Spinirak. Mugen laughed at how weak the Pokémon was, going down to a single Ember attack like that.
Mugen was enjoying the journey almost as much as Roland. He enjoyed scaling mountains, seeing it as a battle. He imagined that he was fighting the mountain, conquering it like a foe. Mugen had always considered himself to be a fighter and was sure that he would never be anything else.
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"What a lovely thing it is to fail
To release those grasping fingernails"
WATSKY -- "Theories"
To release those grasping fingernails"
WATSKY -- "Theories"