“Wildfire! Hey, you okay?” Derak called. His Chimchar struggled to rise, the beating it took from Alakazam’s attacks taking its toll. “Okay, this is definitely going to be a lot tougher than we thought…uh…crap, what do we do…?”
Wildfire clenched its jaw and slammed one fist into the ground. Its trainer had few usable Pokemon, so he had to be depending heavily on every single one that he could use. He was putting so much faith into a Chimchar…even if it was a scared, miserable one like Wildfire. The name was still there, and Derak still used it. It was not just a drone to him…it was a living being.
And now was the time that it earned its place.
Wildfire stood up, fists clenched as its flaming tail burned violently. Its eyes narrowed, and with a growl, it took one step forward.
“Such bravery,” Sabrina gasped. “But I fear we can’t make this too easy. Alakazam!”
The Psi Pokemon charged up another Shadow Ball, but Wildfire’s fist tightened as it prepared a Thunderpunch. It awaited the coming of the Shadow Ball, and once the dark sphere was close, the Chimchar thrust its electrified fist directly into the center of the sphere. That one punch was enough to decimate the Shadow Ball, sending shadowy sparks scattering everywhere.
“Haaaauun!” grinned Haunter, clapping its hands. “Haun, haunter!”
“Whoa…heh, go, Wildfire!” Derak smiled.
“Char,” Wildfire smirked, looking back at its trainer. It felt a surge of energy rushing through it, and that was how it knew the time to strike was now.
But everything changed when Wildfire saw that it was glowing.
“Char?!” the monkey shrieked, stumbling back onto its rear. It slapped at its arms desperately, attempting to swat away the glow of evolution.
“Oh, crap,” Derak gasped. He quickly formed his hands into a ‘T’-shape. “Time out! Hold on, time out, I need to stop this!”
“Er…why?” Sabrina blinked, her Alakazam sharing her confusion. “Evolution means—”
“I know what evolution means!” Derak spat back, rushing to his Chimchar’s aid. “Wildfire, hey, calm down! I’m here, okay? I’m not gonna let you turn into an Infernape, I swear!”
He held the monkey close to him, believing that his body would help suppress the evolution. Wildfire wrapped its arms around itself, evidently thinking on the same wavelength.
“Just try and hold it in!” Derak cried. “I know you can do this, pal! You’re fine just the way you are, and if you don’t want to change, then I won’t let it happen! That’s just what friends do, right? Look out for each other?”
Wildfire clutched its arms even more tightly together, wishing that it would not evolve. It didn’t care how much stronger it would become because of evolution. As long as the memory of Nick Spire’s animalistic Infernape was present in its mind—along with the knowledge that it could turn out the exact same way—Wildfire knew that evolution was too much of a risk. It continued to wish fervently for the evolution to pass away.
And then it did. The glow subsided, and Wildfire looked down at its hands. They were still yellow, and its arms were still orange. It felt its face, feeling no significant changes. And then it heaved a sigh of relief.