[Vulpix Isles Quest] An Unexpected Brief Fight

   "C'mon, show me what you got!" Hestia taunted, before assuming a fighting stance.

   Radio hadn't planned on getting into a fight today, but it looked like he was going to get into one anyway.

   "Right hold on, lemme put down my stuff." Radio said, his singular tail giving an annoyed twitch as he put down the bag of parts that he had been carrying.

   As he took a stance more suited for a fight he called out.

   "Alright I'm ready no-" Radio didn't even have a chance to finish his sentence before Hestia charged him.

   With a quick swipe at his legs, she knocked Radio off his feet.

   "Ha! I thought that you could do better than tha- ack!" Hestia had started to boast when she cut herself off with a yelp.

   Radio had thrown some sand in her face, and used it as an opportunity to scamper backwards and regain his footing.

   "Sand attack really?! That's cheap!" Hestia growled.

   "Cheap or not it works!" Radio responded before taking the chance to tackle the distracted Houndour. 

   Although Radio didn't completely knock Hestia off her feet, he did mess with her balance.

   In response she tried to and succeeded in biting him.

   With a grunt of pain Radio pushed Hestia off himself, before backing up and trying to use ember.

   "Oh, did you just try using ember on me?" Hestia sounded more amused than mad. The attack had barely done anything. "That was nothing! Now this is a real ember!"

   Even though she had claimed that the attack was an ember, Radio could tell, as the column of flame shot at him, that she had lied, instead of an ember the attack that collided with him was a flamethrower.

   The fire type attack didn't deal as much damage to Radio as it would have to a non-fire type but it still stunned him for a second.

   A second too long, as Hestia took the opening and and rammed him, knocking Radio to the ground.

   "I give up! Yield! Uncle!" Radio cried, it was embarrassing and rather cowardly, but he'd rather take the loss, then win and get seriously hurt. Hestia wasn't the type to back down easily.

   "Aw man! Things were just getting good! The Houndour complained, giving Radio a look that was halfway between annoyed and disappointed.

   Radio grabbed his bag, and before Hestia had any time to demand a rematch, he scampered off, ready to go home and lick his wounds.