Archeops

Beat Pokémon white today, and wanted to draw my favorite Pokémon i used…

I didn’t spend suuuper long on it, but tbf Archeops is way more simple than some of the other stuff i’ve been drawing.

"STAA-AAK!" Everybody but Grey turned to the noise, and were surprised to see that the monster had almost finished rebuilding itself.

"Oh yeah," Grey said simply. "I almost forgot about that..." He turned to Sam.

"Look, I don't really know what they are or how it reacts to people, but this one was fighting the bigger one, and in extension, protecting me. I think its leg is broken. I have a plan, but I need a splint first."

"I'm going to need a distraction. Could you guys...?"

Martha just smiled. "Oh, yeah. We can give you that. I've been battling since before you were born, kid. If you could last this long, I'll be fine." She gripped Talonflame's Pokeball.

"C'mon babe," She said, "You can't be out of breath yet!" She bolted off to take on the tower of bricks. Tim hung back a little, his Porygon whizzing behind him.

"Whatever you're trying to do... Don't die, Grey."

"I don't plan on it."

As Timothy rushed to assist his wife, Grey turned his attention back to the injured Pokemon. Sam had gathered some scraps from the wreckage, and was now approaching the Pokemon on its side. She was looking through her supplies for some medical tape. Her Archeops was out trying to communicate with the hurt creature, but it was just ignored. All of its attention was on Grey.

"Wait. Let me do it." She looked at him with quizzical eyes.

"Well," He explained, "I did kinda throw it into this dangerous situation. It's my fault it's hurt. I might as well fix my mistake." She nodded and handed him the broken boards she had collected and the required poultices. He took them and kneeled next to the injured Pokemon him.

"Hey, buddy. Sorry about your leg. I was kinda in a tight scrape. I can make it better, but I need to set it. This is gonna hurt, okay?" He couldn't read its expression under the mask, but its eyes looked a little mistrustful.

I don't hear a no... he thought, and in a single fluid movement, he straightened the crushed leg and pushed it together. The masked creature let out a shriek of pain and clawed out wildly, grazing his shoulder and tearing his shirt. Grey winced, but he just put the leg between two of the longer boards and binded them tightly together.

To be continued...

As always, the links to past parts are on my profile, and I never mind necroposting on any of them! (As long they are considerate, that is ;3 )