|An epic battle is about to begin!|
|A battle that's not so epic because what does that Smug Leaf think he's doing? He knows he's grass type and will get his ass busted up by the fire-breathing type. This is going to be a damned massacre.|
|This chance encounter in the wild is survival of the fittest. The camouflage is blown and there's no where to hide. The flowers won't help.|
|Sizing up the enemy, and planning an escape route is the only option.|
|Eye on the prize - it's time to strike.|
|It's now or never - decision time.|
|Heat Crash - a devastating attack sees the Chreg throwing his body into the air and with the entire weight of his body, he crushes his opponent.|
|It might be the last thing you see...this fire-y ball of pig hurtling towards you from above.|
|Fly! It's our only hope to get out!|
|But it's too late.|
|The Beast is caught. The Beast is consumed.|
|The feast is enjoyed and too graphic for any further viewing. You lose, H1.|
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Currently listening to: "Smack my Bitch Up" by Prodigy.