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This chapter contains (OOC spoiler) Chapter 14: Survive Raskin screamed. He watched the blood pour from Sid’s neck, the typhlosion collapse onto his knees. This was a nightmare. It couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t. “SID! SID!” He thrashed against the officer holding him and, somehow, the...

Hi everyone. Unfortunately, these next two chapters are, in all likelihood, going to be the last you see of Fighting Nature. After publishing chapter 12 back in March, I hit a big wall with my plans for the story. I took some time off, and realised that writing this is not something I feel very...

Chapter 12: Heating Up Shadow checked the address he had written down one more time, then tossed the slip into a gutter. He shook himself as rain poured relentlessly from the sky. It was unfortunate that clothes and accessories compromised his illusions. The only object he’d manage to master...

Chapter 11: Past and Future By the end of the night, Raskin felt like he, Lyco and Sid deserved an award for managing everything they did. Aeris' psychic barriers on the basement door worked a treat. Raskin could barely hear a thing when he was upstairs, even with the basement full of pokémon...

Chapter 10: Emergency Meeting “There are... so many things I don’t understand right now,” Raskin began. “Why were you part of the police? How did you then leave? And why—” “Pokémon will be arriving here in thirty minutes,” Lyco said through her teeth. “We will have to address them in ninety...

Aaaaaah so many reviews 😳 Thank you all! Sorry it took so long and you've probably forgotten everything you talked about. Fair enough. There was a lot I wanted to get rolling in the first chapter. I hoped that Sid's brief cameo right at the start of the chapter would be a good snippet of what...

Chapter 9: The Commander For the first time in his life, Shadow was early for a meeting. He hated meetings. Had he known how much police work involved sitting in those stuffy rooms, having to listen to a grizzled, grey-furred chief mumble on about this law and that protocol, he might have...

Chapter 8: Midnight Spar Raskin blinked at her. “What does that mean? And c-can you at least let go of me?” “Oh, sure,” Lyco said, as they emerged up into the bar. “I just wasn’t sure if your legs had regained the ability to move.” She dropped him onto the hardwood floor. Raskin winced...

Chapter 7: Fervor Three short hours after they had started, Steela stuck her head into the basement and told everyone, decisively, that it was closing time. The meowth and treecko in the ring stopped fighting. For the first time that night, Raskin felt he could draw breath. The fights had not...

@kintsugi So much stuff to pick through from this... I might have said it before, but it's a huge honour to me that you're putting so much time and thought into the silly things I've written. So thanks. :veelove: I'll start with the Fight Club notes, since you brought that up a few times...

Chapter 6: Blazing Raskin stood outside the White Entei, rubbing his ears anxiously. He looked out across the cobbled street for the linoone they were waiting for. The final piece of their preparation. The week had passed in a whirlwind. It was only on Monday morning, he reflected, that he had...

Chapter 5: Digging Raskin stared at Sid. "You lost your job?" Sid frowned at him. "Yeah. Why do you sound so confused?" "I mean—um, I'm sorry." The nickit sat down on the other side of the sofa. They didn't have any other furniture to choose from, other than the two rickety chairs at the tiny...

So, again: thank you so much for reading all of what's currently published! I really value reviews that give a more holistic critique of the story rather than just of single chapters. Though of course there's some good line-by-line stuff as well. When I come to do minor fix-ups of these...

Chapter 4: Fallout Raskin had assumed, perhaps naïvely, that his life would resume its usual mundanity following that night in Oldden. However, as soon as he walked into the bank the next morning, being greeted with a chorus of 'good mornings' that were more enthusiastic and jovial than was...

Response to @TheGOAT's review below: Chapter 3: The Fight Raskin rinsed the paint from his paw and looked at his work. He had found himself with a little spare time back at their flat, and his mind was too preoccupied about the impending fight to do anything unrelated to it. So instead, he’d...

Thanks guys! I feel so spoilt right now. :quag: There's many points I can't say much about for spoiler reasons, but I can reply to a few of them. @kintsugi I was actually aware of this already. I'd just gotten used to using the en dash (–) with spaces either side, not least because Word does...

Chapter 2: Sticks and Stones Even though Raskin wasn't going to work, he got up as early as usual. The first thing he did—after eating breakfast, of course—was scribble a quick note on paper, addressed to his manager at the bank, Pangoro, explaining he was sick and wouldn't be in. One good...

...I had no idea that those bags you linked were a thing. Hm. Maybe that is a better option. I'll have to think about it. Regarding opposable thumbs, I'm taking some PMD-esque liberties here in assuming that pokemon with paws can still handle things. Similar thing with what you say about...

Gotcha. I actually realised today when writing a segment several chapters on that I'd described very little of the apartment. Will take a look at correcting that in editing/future chapters. As for exposition, yeah, maybe it was a bit heavy. I wanted to paint a pretty good pictureof what the...

"They teach you in school that our ancestors who fought day and night were some kind of lesser beings to us now. It’s all bullshit. Fighting is what we are as pokémon. Taking it away is like taking away our ability to speak, or mate. It’s just pokémon nowadays don’t realise that." Summary...