[b]Gris and Mithril: Phosphor Forest [/b]
[hr]"[color=8493ca]Uh, yes. Right. Time to save the day![/color]" Gris muttered absently on response to something about victorious gas. He didn't see any poison or fire types around. That was good, because those kinda of pokemon would hardly be good for the clean atmosphere of the forest. Because he was carrying the surprisingly light Mithril with one paw, he had to run on his two rear legs. It was easier to control his velocity when he didn't run madly with his entire being. He was able to swerve between trees with his new friend in tow, though it took a lot of his self control to not investigate some strange glowing moss that he saw on some trees. 

As they ventured farther into the forest, the light diminished. They became submerged in gloom, and not the sweet-smelling pokemon. [color=8493ca]"So what were you doing out here, anyways? I dont really see that many ghost OR steel tyes around here."[/color] Gris was much smaller than the arbok and bishrp, and had been running like two small lives depended on it. While he didn't know exactly what to do once they caught up, he was hoping it would be possible to snatch the girls and flee like no tomorrow. He could clearly make out the sounds of two pokemon rearing their way through the forest. "[color=8493ca]Okay, Mithril, they're right around these trees. Once we get there, we have to get the girls away so we can get to higher ground.[/color]" With that, he began to run towards their opponents in hope of landing a successfull ambush.