A Lucky Rescue

The pain in his side had turned into a dull ache, giving him enough relief to keep moving. He had sent out a distress signal hours ago but he knew that it could very well be days before rescue would come, if at all. Why did they have to travel so far deep? His teammates were scattered about, missing the Sandile, Volbeat, and Farfetch'd that had previously made up the group. It was way out of their league and he knew it, but someone had to come to make sure it didn't end in disaster. Despite his efforts it seemed that it still became one.

The Dewott tried to steady his breathing, his strained panting served to remind him of the strike to the chest he still freshly felt. The trip started off well and could have even been considered easygoing as they had managed to avoid many traps and enemies along their way. The group was in high spirits, despite their low levels they were doing well for themselves. As they made their way through the spawns of the dungeon, dispatching the pokemon that had stood in their way, they kept going further and further into the structure. It all went wrong when the group had gotten into another battle and the enemy struck out at the Volbeat, causing them to instinctively glimmer and shine. A beacon that called out to all that witnessed it.

From the darkness came more of them, coming out of their hiding spots in search of their new prey, seeking the source of the flaring light and forcing the team to flee. He had tried his best to keep the some of the attackers at bay away from the group but in the chaos and panic they had separated. He dealt with the mob with practiced strikes, putting his skills to the test against the mounting odds, and escaped sporting fresh cuts and bruises over his body. It wasn't enough to put him down but it was enough to keep him out of anymore battles. He could only hope that the rest had gotten out alright, but their continued missing presence dwindled that hope with each passing minute.

He couldn't call out to them and risk getting noticed by more of those that lurked in the shadows, so he had to take to the cover of darkness himself and crawl his way through the dungeon, keeping an eye out for his lost companions. It had been this way for about half of a day, judging by how he felt, although it was hard to judge the span of a day in this age. The unsettling silence of the area made him keenly aware of his own movements, trying his best to stifle any sound. A glint of light piercing through the abyss caught his eye. Another signal, only able to come from the same person that it had originated from before. A signal only activated when the user was in danger. He had to move fast, it would be only moments before the Volbeat was swarmed and claimed by the denizens of the dungeon.

He closed the distance toward the light source, leaping to the aid of his comrade. A quick glance showed that while heavily beaten and unresponsive, they still seemed alive, breathing softly. He turned his attention to the approaching forces and eyed the numerous eyes in the darkness. Gritting his teeth, he lowered into a stance, standing over his unconscious team member, razor scalchops in hand. Suddenly whipping into action, he sliced his way with a frenzied gambit for survival, striking out at all those in his way. While some fell from his onslaught, there were still those far stronger and smarter that avoided his attack and lashed out with their own strength. Blows upon blows landed upon the Dewott who could only try to withstand the assault as he felt his body start to give away.

As he could only stare at the impending doom coming towards him, he could only think with some small pride that he did not run from the fight. Pain bloomed in his head as a strike to the face pushed him hard into the ground. He felt that his body wouldn't respond to his commands to move it any longer, to try to continue standing and fight. He laid on the ground as the remaining monsters came closer to claim their prize.

Suddenly, from the depths of the dungeon, he heard a voice unlike the feral grunts and barking of the pokemon around him. A gentle yet strong voice that was quickly approaching him.

"Hup, heyo! 'cuse me! Whuh oh, almost got me!"

The monsters' attention was drawn from the battered explorers away to the mysterious speaker. Dewott tried his best to lift his head and look towards the source of the sound.

A large pink egg shaped creature was weaving their way through the masses of monsters, heading closer to them. With a start, he noticed that it was closely accompanied by two other figures. Sandile and Farfetch'd were slashing through the ranks of enemies, sticking behind their guide. Whenever it seemed as though one of them would be thrown aside by one of the much larger beasts, the Chansey positioned itself in between them and took the blow upon themself, seeming only little worse for wear if at all. The group quickly fought their way over to where Dewott and Volbeat laid, creating a loose perimeter enforced by Sandile's threats through his leering and entombing anyone in sand who got too close, while Farfetch'd took to the rear to swiftly dissuade any that sought to approach from behind.

The Chansey made their way to the two injured pokemon on the ground with a small skip and a hop, standing over them. Their face held eyes that reflected their worry but accompanied by a small smile of reassurance.

"It looks like you've gotten yourselves into a situation that was more then you could chew. Here, have this."

Lifting their egg out of their pouch, they handed it to the still conscious Dewott and waddled a short distance over to the Volbeat, who they fed with an egg that had quickly replaced the previous one. Dewott stared at it for a moment before taking a bite. His eyes widened in shock as he felt energy flowing back into his body. Looking down he saw his wounds start to close and the pain being replaced with a feeling of contentedness. The Volbeat was already starting to stir from his sleep as his body mended itself back into a working condition. Dewott stood up, feeling renewed in both his will and ability to fight. The Chansey smiled at seeing his recovery and went to stand with him.

"If you are ready, we should be heading out now."

With a small nod, he joined the line of defense with his other two companions and went to clear a path towards the exit. Together as a group they made their way towards the final set of steps leading out to the dungeon. As waves of foes fell upon them, they could not stop the Explorer team's advancement as the group kept the enemy at bay while the Chansey supplemented their recovery whenever a blow fell upon them. As they walked up through the final steps, the dungeon seemed to dissolve around them, leaving them in a peaceful forest.

The Dewott felt himself breathe a sigh of relief that he didn't know he was holding in, and turned to their unlikely hero. The Chansey was looking over the Volbeat to ensure that there were no other damages that needed tending to. For the first time since the misadventure, Dewott could feel that he could speak again.

"...Thank you, for saving us. It was fortunate that you were there. How can we thank you... uh..." The Dewott felt himself pause at the lack of a name to call their savior.

The Chansey looked up from her examination and smiled.

"There's no need, I'm always happy to help. As for my name, well, you can just consider me Lucky."