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A Pokeadventure part 2: The Yellow bellied cowards attack

As the creatures turned and Fled, I glanced nervously to my side

There stood Misty, smirking at me, I knew not how she had made the sound and did not ask

I was just happy that she had shown such Braviary

She noticed my foot, and despite the dirt and Ground, quickly freed it

We knew we had to move before the beasts returned, but were no longer on a path

Misty took the lead and pushed foliage out the way, moving forward with Speed

Then, we saw it from a distance, another cat-like creature

Light brown with darker stripes than the others, it crawled on all fours

It was like a tiger, but with one Great Tusk protruding from its mouth

Before we realised, the beast was Amoongus, it's claws out, shocking us with a Quick Attack

We Dodged and weaved, somehow managing to Repel the attack

This was the mother, the Ultra Beast and she was in a Rage

All we could do was Charge as fast as we could

The sound of our breath in our ears, and our bodies dancing to the Drum Beating of our hearts, we continued moving

Only when we realised the creature no longer followed did we stop

Catching our breath, we paused only to take a drink of Fresh Water from our bottles

We thought the creature must be the beast we were told about

Our bodies shook with excitement at the thought of treasure

But when we moved through some trees, all we saw was a dilapidated building

The house was falling apart, plaster and wood hanging off it. I did not want to go in, but Misty told me I must

That this is where the item we needed was

As I stepped inside, it felt like the house was haunted by a Polteageist. It really was Gastly in this place

I felt the hairs stand up on the back of my neck, such was the Terror I had for the place

Misty, however, did not seem to be bothered by it. She walked across the entrance room and opened a door to her right

After a quick glance around, she closed the door and entered a room to the left

A few seconds later she beckoned me over, pointing into the room

I tentatively edged over and looked in, this room was more run down that the one we entered

Chairs and tables had been toppled over, a bookshelf leaned against a wall looking sorry for itself

And everything was covered in thick fluff as if a Dust Storm had passed through

I almost missed it at first, but then realised there was a little Claydol sitting on the floor

"Is this what we came here for?" I asked

"I suppose so," Misty replied, looking unsure

"Shall we grab it then?" I asked

"Yeah," Misty replied, but then paused. I could see her hand shaking

I knew it was my turn to step forward, so said, "I Kanto it if you want"