I had realised something was around, watching my struggle to even float. I heard motors, a low rumbling... more lights flickering in the fog as the noise became louder, eventually taking over the whistling wind.

"Just the narrator stepping in to kick your ass, Desia." I said, smiling evilly and turning the tables on her. I blinked at her as she began running up to me, ignoring Greg who was probably only a few meters away.

And then, like a blitzkrieg, a motorized duck-like figure had rammed into Desia, knocking her into some bumpy grass. She lay seemingly dead for a second, which allowed me to talk to the Pokemon briefly. His eyes set on mine briefly, to which I had recognised as Davis.

"Dav... is that really you?" Despite the seemingly nil response given by Davis, I knew it was him. After all, he was pretty old, having caterpillar tracks on his sides. Interestingly, he also had some sort of dome and barrel on his back, to which he preferred never to talk about. A slightly torn flag always hung on his tail, which had red and white strips and white stars. He was sort of a hunchback, as well as being dusty. He never wanted to clean himself, though. Always told me about how he had a rough couple of decades. The lights on his body, tail and head seemed excessive, although he kept telling me how he found it difficult to remove them. There were cracks and chipping present on his sides, to which he seemed nervous talking about. I wouldn't know how he got all of this until much later.

"Nay." He responded. I heard some clicks before realising he was... turning his dome and pointing the barrel at Desia. "Well, I wish I wasn't. Y'might wanna stay away for this."

"Davis, why would I-"

Agh. I didn't really need an alias anymore, anyway. This isn't what got me to be interrupted; Davis' sudden explosion did that. Soon after that, Dav (you know, I just found out how lazy I got) was shrouded in smoke as a yellow and pointed projectile was propelled from his barrel and towards Desia's location, creating another explosion. I had figured out that this was what they called a 'firearm.' "I told ya. Stay away, unless you want shrapnel in the face." Dav slowly but clearly said. I gulped, noticing how his tracks were reaching into the ground to presumably stabilise him.

The next second involved Desia tackling Dav from behind. All I could do was watch as she attempted to swipe at him, failing miserably as he drove over her and... well, a Tri-Attack managed to set her on fire. Desia stumbled as she looked ready to pounce, the fire seemingly doing little to her. I had to leave to cater Celes and Spruce, although the latter first. "Did I really have to meet you again?" Dav asked with a sarcastic voice, treading backwards slowly as he readied his barrel at Desia once more...

"Spruce!" I yelled out, calling for him. Of course, I could barely see him as his colours matched this place. Strangely enough, so did I, but that was because of the grey nature of metals. Plus, I could be still seen as I had some purple liquid dripping from my wounds. I spent a minute looking for him and watching the fight, settling on helping him when I found him lying by Greg. "There you are! You got something in that bag of yours, right?"

"What bag?" I asked, a sudden spike in shock getting to me. "Ah crap. I don't have a bag!" Greg covered his ears as another grey cloud covered the fierce battle between Desia and Dav.

"What in the name of Arceus is going on!?" He cried out. All I could do was fetch a scratched and purple-stained bag that was knocked away from Spruce, opening it and looking through its contents for something.

"I can certainly say I didn't ask for this! Spruce's gone grey just because of this!" I yelled out to the top of crackling electricity which came from the battle. I eventually just spilled out the entire bag, knocking aside Pokes (which soon started orbiting me) and... well, if my understanding of botany was right, then nothing could be done for Spruce. "He's dead, Greg." I said sorrowfully, looking up at Greg. "At least until he gets up, otherwise we're gonna be dead ourselves."

And then, a crater appeared by us, knocking us backwards onto the grass. "Ah, blast it!" I shouted, ironically - 'blast.'