Houndour grinned wickedly, and then started to scorch the mob with an ember. Thomas was starting to lose faith that he would be able to win this...Suddenly one of the mob had gotten loose from the flames, and charged straight at Horsea. A slash quickly followed by a kick sent Horsea into the air, out cold. "No, this isn't happening!", Thomas yelled, and withdrew Horsea into the safety of the pokeball. Houndour watched Thomas recall Horsea, and got a little unnerved. "Houndour, forget it let's get out of here, this isn't worth it!", Thomas said in a hurried voice. Houndour spat out a Smog attack and then turned around and ran with Thomas.
'Ahh...these guys are fast!', Thomas noticed. Thomas was quickly losing steam and came to a stop behind a tree. A flash of light appeared behind him, and Thomas turned to see a Ralts holding out its' hand, smiling. "Houndour, get back here!", Houndour had been running still, turned around at his trainers call. Running over to Thomas, he eyed the small psychic curiously. "Houndour, take a break...", Thomas said, and recalled the dog. Eyeing the small pokemon, Thomas was having a hard time deciding to trust it or not. However, a roar signaled that the mob was closing in, and Thomas figured he had nothing to lose by trusting it, so he held out his hand and then...white...
'Huh, where am I, where is that mob of...things?', Thomas was severely disoriented, but quickly understood that he was in no danger. Holding out Houndours' pokeball, Thomas sent him out, "Hey Houndour, we're safe!". Houndour gave a tired grin and nodded. Walking along, he still was unnerved by the appearance of the souls, and when they heard voices in the distance, they hid behind a tree, out of reflex. Peering from behind the tree, Thomas realized that it was just a bunch of trainers having a battle. He waited until the victors were clear, a Snorunt, Wailmer, and a...Duskull, was it? The three losers walked off, sulking. Thomas ran over with Houndour and asked, "Hey, where is this? I need to find a place to heal my pokemon!", holding up Horsea's ball, and pointing at Houndour, who was lying down, panting and sweating.
'Ahh...these guys are fast!', Thomas noticed. Thomas was quickly losing steam and came to a stop behind a tree. A flash of light appeared behind him, and Thomas turned to see a Ralts holding out its' hand, smiling. "Houndour, get back here!", Houndour had been running still, turned around at his trainers call. Running over to Thomas, he eyed the small psychic curiously. "Houndour, take a break...", Thomas said, and recalled the dog. Eyeing the small pokemon, Thomas was having a hard time deciding to trust it or not. However, a roar signaled that the mob was closing in, and Thomas figured he had nothing to lose by trusting it, so he held out his hand and then...white...
'Huh, where am I, where is that mob of...things?', Thomas was severely disoriented, but quickly understood that he was in no danger. Holding out Houndours' pokeball, Thomas sent him out, "Hey Houndour, we're safe!". Houndour gave a tired grin and nodded. Walking along, he still was unnerved by the appearance of the souls, and when they heard voices in the distance, they hid behind a tree, out of reflex. Peering from behind the tree, Thomas realized that it was just a bunch of trainers having a battle. He waited until the victors were clear, a Snorunt, Wailmer, and a...Duskull, was it? The three losers walked off, sulking. Thomas ran over with Houndour and asked, "Hey, where is this? I need to find a place to heal my pokemon!", holding up Horsea's ball, and pointing at Houndour, who was lying down, panting and sweating.