[She's not exactly in any state to throw off his hand-- if anything they're both more than ready to go scrambling in the very same direction.]
[But in the panic, it's the heat that hits her first.]
[Like the scorching wave that blasts you in the face when the automatic doors of an air-conditioned Pokemon Center slide open to let you out on the hottest summer day, it sweeps over them both before even the light of the flame does.]
[Something blazing bright streaks past overhead, close enough to feel the finer hairs on their faces dry up and go brittle in the space of barely a second.]
[Moltres lets out a cry like fire itself and unleashes a Flamethrower the likes of which no normal Pokemon ever could-- because the alien beast had been about to unleash SOME kind of hell on the two humans and their loyal companions.]
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[But in the panic, it's the heat that hits her first.]
[Like the scorching wave that blasts you in the face when the automatic doors of an air-conditioned Pokemon Center slide open to let you out on the hottest summer day, it sweeps over them both before even the light of the flame does.]
[Something blazing bright streaks past overhead, close enough to feel the finer hairs on their faces dry up and go brittle in the space of barely a second.]
[Moltres lets out a cry like fire itself and unleashes a Flamethrower the likes of which no normal Pokemon ever could-- because the alien beast had been about to unleash SOME kind of hell on the two humans and their loyal companions.]