Pokemon Indigo League Stories Part 2

can't beat the heat

" I thought you said no battling this week." Jessie teased from the balloon.

" When you stole my brother's Pikachu and Gary's Arkinine, all deals were over." Wisty said. " Eevee Charmander Clefairy Jigglypuff Rockruff Amura Sprigatito Deerling Altaria Totodile Chikerita you know what to do!"

Wisty's Pokémon unleashed a barrage of attacks into the sky, their combined energy lighting up the area.

"Charmander, Flamethrower! Eevee, Swift! Rockruff, Stone Edge!" Wisty called out with determination, her voice carrying over the chaos.

Her team responded immediately, their attacks roaring toward Team Rocket's balloon. But nothing worked. Every move dissipated just before impact, as though an invisible shield was protecting the floating basket.

Jessie smirked, leaning against the edge of the balloon. "Is that all you've got? I expected more from you, Wisty. And after all that talk!"

Wisty gritted her teeth, her fists clenching at her sides. She could feel the heat of frustration rising in her chest. "What's going on?" she muttered under her breath, eyes darting around for a clue.

Ash and Gary stood nearby, equally baffled. "Wisty, let us help!" Ash called out, his eyes on Pikachu, who was thrashing furiously against the net.

But Wisty shot him a glare over her shoulder. "I said I've got this! Just stay back!"

Ash flinched but nodded, respecting her determination. Gary crossed his arms, his Arcanine growling from the net. "We need to figure out what they're using. It's like all of our moves are being nullified."

Up in the audience, Delia Ketchum sat on the edge of her seat, her heart pounding as she watched her daughter fight. "This has gone far enough," she muttered, standing abruptly.

"Delia, wait," Professor Oak said, catching her arm.

"But she's-!"

"She's handling it," Oak interrupted calmly but firmly. His eyes never left Wisty, his voice steady. "You've got to let her finish. If you intervene now, you'll only undermine her confidence."

Delia hesitated, her eyes darting between Wisty and the balloon. Finally, she sat back down with a reluctant sigh, though her hands gripped the edge of her seat tightly.

Wisty's mind raced as she growled under her breath. Nothing was working. Flamethrower, Swift, Ice Beam, Razor Leaf-every move she commanded was useless against the shield.

Up above, Meowth leaned lazily over the edge of the basket. "Face it, kid. Dis ain't yer lucky day. Dis new shield tech we got makes yer Pokémon attacks about as useful as a Magikarp floppin' around on dry land!"

Jessie laughed loudly. "Why don't you just give up and run home to your mommy?"

"Not happening!" Wisty snapped, her voice fierce. Her Pokémon lined up beside her, breathing hard but ready for more.

Ash stepped closer, his hands cupped around his mouth. "Wisty, we've got to figure out their weak spot! There's always a weak spot!"

"I know that, Ash!" Wisty snapped, her eyes blazing as she stared down the balloon. "Just... give me a minute to think!"

Jessie smirked at James, who was fiddling with some controls. "Looks like the little brat is starting to crack."

But Wisty wasn't cracking. She was calculating. Her mind was a whirlwind of strategies, trying to piece together a plan. Her Pokémon stood by her, their faith in her unwavering.

The crowd watched in hushed anticipation, Delia biting her lip anxiously while Professor Oak remained stoic.

"I'll show them," Wisty whispered to herself, her eyes narrowing. "They won't get away with this."