~ These Creatures Are Friend-Shaped ~

Geralt had, upon occasion, discovered that not all Pokemon are always friendly towards humans. Some Pokemon were extremely territorial and could usually be convinced to coexist with nearby humans by being tamed through battle, or scared off after being defeated.

The witcher had never heard of a case in which Pokemon were actively hostile toward humans.

"Guess there's a first time for everything?" Jaskier remarked with a nervous chuckle, as a swarm of ghost Pokemon blocked him and Geralt from leaving the forest.

They had left Roach back at the town, and Jaskier's Pokemon hadn't fared well in the battle, having all fainted and been recalled to their bottles, without doing much damage to any of their opponents.

It was a bad time to discover that Geralt's silver sword was of no use against Pokemon.

The Pokemons' attacks didn't seem to have much effect on the humans, either, for that matter, although Geralt and Jaskier definitely felt the Psywaves and Night Shades that were hitting them.

"Damn it, I need a sword that fight Pokemon!" Geralt growled, as a Gastly licked his face, leaving his cheek feeling uncomfortably numb for a moment.

"Yuck," Jaskier commented succinctly, reaching up to wipe the Pokemon drool from Geralt's cheek with the end of his sleeve.

He had to move away again sooner than he would have liked, to dodge a new Pokemon that came flying into the clearing.

At first Jaskier assumed it was another ghost, but when it stopped moving, this one didn't look like the other ghosts. It looked like... a sword? There was a Pokemon that was a sword?

Geralt reached out and seized hold of the sword Pokemon. Once his fingers closed around its hilt, the ribbon that trailed from it wrapped around the witcher's forearm. Immediately, his body was surrounded by the same strange purple glow the ghosts gave off when they used psychic attacks.

"Geralt?" Jaskier squeaked out fearfully, backing a half step away.

"No." The voice that came from Geralt's mouth sounded like Geralt's voice, but layered with something else that sounded completely wrong.

"Are you... the Pokemon, then?"

"I am a Honedge," the Pokemon answered, speaking through the witcher. "Sword 3, that's what he has named me. I will lend my partner my strength directly for the duration of this battle."

There were no more words until after the battle, when all of the ghost Pokemon had drifted down to the forest floor in a faint after having been cut down by the Honedge-possessed witcher.

"So... you're keeping that one, then?" Jaskier asked, after the two had separated.

"I think he's keeping me, whether I like it or not," Geralt replied as the two of them left the forest, with Sword 3 floating along beside them.

~oOo~

Pokemon team recap:

Geralt: Mudsdale (Roach), Honedge (Sword 3)

Jaksier: Wigglytuff, Jigglypuff, Kricketune, Chatot