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Harry shielded his eyes as Adam's Torkoal summoned the sunlight. Of course Adam wanted to battle; it would be just another chance to mock him for choosing a 'weak' type of Pokémon. The youth was about to command Striker when he suddenly realized a weight was gone from his back. Looking down, his jaw dropped when he saw Moony standing his ground in front of the lava tortoise. 

[i][color=silver]"Moony!"[/color][/i] The little Teddiursa had almost no battle experience, and Harry had been dedicated to keeping him safe. After all, he still had no idea where this Pokémon had even come from. Nevertheless, Moony had made up his mind and refused to have his nap interrupted because some rude Pokémon turned on the sunlight. Without listening to his trainer, Moony ran towards his target and prepared a fury swipes. 

As if on cue, the Torkoal retreated into its shell and all Moony's small claws could do was bounce off the hard exterior. Harry shouted for Moony to change tactics and use yawn, but his partner continued his fruitless barrage. It was only when Adam shouted a command of his own that Harry could see the light of a flame burning in Torkoal's shell. This was going to get ugly.