It was a few twists back along the corridor that he noticed.
The sound came from the walls. Quiet, distant, but definitely there; if his own footsteps hadn't been silent, he might have missed it.
Sidling cautiously up against the brick, Skive pressed his ear to the wall.
"klink, klink, klink"
What was that? Tinkling metal?
The floor trembled, then shook, then roared. The lone Sneasel dove for the ground and covered his head, bracing for the ceiling to come down as the world shook ever more violently.
And, quite abruptly, it stopped. Everything was still. Not the slightest sound.
Skive looked up, looked around, and saw nothing. He stood cautiously, waited another moment, and still saw nothing. He was about to continue down the hallway when he heard it, in the perfect darkness, just in front of him.
"I didn't call Merlot because I don't need her."
He snarled and swiped at the darkness. "The Eevee kid? After another round? If I can take out yer friend, I can sure get ridda ya just as easy--"
A tiny spot of orange fire appeared, floating in midair. Little more than an ember at first, it grew in intensity, revealing the Eevee standing before him. His expression was the same, but his tail quaked with rage, individual strands of fur pointed out so sharply that they glistened in the strange light. "Do you know how Fire attacks work?"
Fire? What? Skive took a step backwards, but his heel bumped into a wall that hadn't been there moments ago. He was tired, burned, and suddenly markedly less confident.
Lexy matched with a step forwards. Above his open palm rested a sphere of flame, a miniature sun that swirled and convulsed and was looking forward to becoming a supernova. "I don't yet understand them, myself. It’s a funny thing, being able to do something but not knowing how. I don’t like it." He regarded the spinning, burning orb with a genuine appreciation, or... respect? "Our current theory is that we extract flammable gases from the air, then ignite them with a spark of some mental energy. Sheer force of will, if you like."
The orange glow took on a dark red hue, flames licking out the underside of his hand between his fingers. "That's how the library is lit, you see. It's just Sunny Day. We just had to get the air to resemble the upper atmosphere well enough, so the effect would persist indoors for more than a few minutes." He chuckled to himself. "Merlot, she scoffs at it every time she comes by. She says I should get outside more, too. I tell her this is my compromise."
Skive growled and flexed his claws, tired of being ignored like this; as far as he was concerned, being in the Slasher Gang still meant something, and this little punk was the last Pokémon who could take that away. "Listen
, you loudmouthed cretin--"
The librarian's demeanor shifted in an instant, bored eyes suddenly quite focused, glaring past the Sneasel's claws and through his eyes and into his very core. "This is a LIBRARY." His paw drew back. "QUIET. PLEASE.
The dark little passage exploded in flame.
Sixth excerpt from the library story by
<-- If you want to understand what move he's using, take a look at his AND Cal's moves!