"Dad?" Hex choked out, trying to get some wings back into her lungs. The Tyranitar really hit hard. "He's a dad?"

The following events happened in a flash. Hex barely had time to register what happened. The Tyranitar returned to it's four legged prowl, slowly creeping around the camp in a defensive stature. It seemed to be attempting to protect something, but Hex was unsure what that would be. Hex, at this point, began faintly stirring up another gust, an audible hiss of air in the cave. Anthony called out for the Tyranitar to attack him, apparently being suicidal. The Tyranitar lashed out with a stone edge, rushing toward the little blob with a jagged, sharpened chunk of rock in one hand. The little Goomy began to glow a bright light. Upon the Tyranitar smashing the rock into him, instead of causing Anthony to explode in a gooey mess, the Tyranitar was flung onto his back, thrown back into the cave. Anthony did a small victory shout before the Tyranitar regained his strength and began to rush again. Now, apparently, he was a father to a Mawile. It was quite the turn of events.

"I, um.. okay." Hex said, still a bit surprised from the events that took place. Her right wing was damaged, and her entire body felt sore, but other than that she felt relieved. "Okay."

Hex began to follow the two back. That was quite a surprise. The Tyranitar was a dad. She was still having trouble registering what the little dragon blob had done. It had done much more damage in one attack than all of their attacks had done combined.