Odemon #67

Sandshrew popped out of the ground. As soon as she heard the clatter she’d ducked underground. It had sounded like a tornado, and from the ripped trees and scattered earth it might have been. But even the fiercest twister wouldn’t shatter a hole through a boulder like that.
Slowly following the trail of destruction, Sandshrew came to a clearing to find a Throh tying vines.
“What happened?”
Throh looked at her. “Evolution happened.” He looked at the prone figure behind him, groaning. A Machoke. “It happens when Machop evolve. They gain too much power in the muscles. They can’t control it. They go on a rampage.” He sighed. “Usually they predict when evolution is coming and retreat to a cave, but if it comes unexpectedly…” He spread an arm to the destruction. “It’s a sort of muscle madness. They can’t control it.”
“Why do you know so much about it?” Sandshrew asked.
He held up a vine. “I weave their belts. The belts limit this power, allowing them time to learn to control it. But it’s not until they’re exhausted after evolving that it’s safe enough to put it on.”
Throh placed a hand on the iron belt. “We’re running low on the materials to make these, though. We’ll have to summon Melmetal soon.”
“Wait,” Sandshrew asked, “aren’t the belts gold, not iron?”
NOTHING SPECIFIES IT’S MADE OF GOLD SO I GET TO SAY IT’S MADE OF IRON THERE WILL BE NO DISCUSSION OF THIS *ends Odemon*

-Odemon #67 Machoke

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