He needs to distract it now he decides. The Scyther flies into the air -- and only barely, through haphazard weaving and bobbing, avoids the bombs of lava coming down. Some smash into the ground behind him, chunks of flame raining every which way.
He tries to fly around Heatran, then turns and waves both scythe-arms. Draw its attention, he thinks, and piss it off so he doesn't notice the Magma Stone.
Hopefully.
So then he bolts forward, flying fast as he can -- and lets out a loud whoop.
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He needs to distract it now he decides. The Scyther flies into the air -- and only barely, through haphazard weaving and bobbing, avoids the bombs of lava coming down. Some smash into the ground behind him, chunks of flame raining every which way.
He tries to fly around Heatran, then turns and waves both scythe-arms. Draw its attention, he thinks, and piss it off so he doesn't notice the Magma Stone.
Hopefully.
So then he bolts forward, flying fast as he can -- and lets out a loud whoop.