"Ah, you see, when I left the dojo...I had very little in terms of survival skills. Very little food. The only 
thing I knew at the time was how to fight. But after so many fights with others defending their territory, 
or whatever reason they had, it was wearing on my body. It was pretty rough living out in the wild alone, 
going to sleep at night fearing that some creature might find me. I was desperate for anything that 
would help me survive, so much that I would go to lengths that were beyond my morals if it meant living 
at least one more day. On that fateful day, years ago, I finally reached a mountain - or, was it a 
volcano...? - that seemed to draw me in. If any place could house a Flame Plate, that was the place. The 
problem was that I didn't have enough energy to make the climb. ...But then, I saw a chance to increase 
my odds of survival...and by all means, I took it."

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In a rather flat, circular area between a forest and a mountain, where many cave entrances permeate 
the tall wall of rocks and dirt, a camp is set up. A few tents, a fire with a pot, and two sitting logs on 
opposite side of the fire furnish the scene. Coupled with the trees casting their shadows upon the camp 
and the mountainside thanks to the sunset, it seems as though the inhabitants - a Cranidos and a 
Gothita - were ready to have their last meal for the day with a splendid view of the mountain above.
While the Cranidos tended to the pot, cooking what seems to be a stew of different berries naturally 
found in the nearby forest, the Gothita was reorganizing items in a bag, sitting close to one of the tents. 
The dinosaur called out to her, and the petit psychic 'mon laid the bag down near the tent to eat with 
her team member.

In the bushes near the tents, a rustling sound alerted the Cranidos. Before he could react, a Mawile had 
dashed out and grabbed the bag! It held its maw threateningly at the duo with its other hand, its teeth 
clicking together.

"Don't move! Don't you dare move," the deceiver yelled out, backing up towards the mountain. The 
team was about to jump up to defend their bag - one of their essential tools to survive in the wilderness -
but the Mawile fired off a warning shot at the duo. The Incinerate hit their campfire, raining fiery logs 
and their pot and stew all over the two explorers, prompting both to duck out of the way of the blast. 
With the distraction and bag in hand, the attacker ran towards the mountain, jumped, and used another 
Incinerate to boost their height further to reach a cave mouth. A few beams of psychic energy clipped 
the nearby rocks as the deceiver made their way inside the cave, not daring to look back now. The calls 
of the two vowing that they will catch the thief grew faint as the Mawile ran deeper and deeper into the 
system...