[center][color=ed1c24][h1]Whirlipede[/h1][/color][/center]
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Whirlipede side eyed the woman that had let him out as she ran, it felt an urge to chase her down too...but for now there were people in front of it so she'd have to wait. All it could feel was anger and a strange pain that simply felt as though something was missing, and how that void ached. Maybe the pokemon and trainers in front of it could he-no, maybe the catharsis from running them over could fill that hole. 

The pokemon's spinning suddenly sped up before lashing out directly towards the group, barreling through the icy wind, slightly slowed perhaps but barely hurt. He missed this time, but now he could feel a shadowy energy billowing up and empowering his next charge. Whirlipede centered in on the Brionne and her trainer with unconcealed malice.



[center] [color=007236][h1]Rheese Laudat[/h1][/color][/center]

Rheese saw the already hurt Drowsee go down to the Sewaddle's bug bite, that only left the grimer. [color=007236]"Alright then! Wooper, hit them with Water Gun!"[/color] The little blue pokemon burst from its pokeball, already blasting water at the poison types that were still trying to advance on the other trainer. The Grimer clearly weren't prepared for combat, and now without being directed by a trainer they were hardly threatening.

Suddenly he felt something clamp down on his foot again. Looking down, Rheese saw the same Slowpoke from before going at his shoe once more. He pulled it from the creature's mouth and stepped back a couple paces. The pink creature simply waddled right back to him and went at it all over again. Rheese wasn't exactly fond of his shoes getting covered in drool so he tried to push the critter back only for it to suddenly tense up, glare at him ominously and push his hands away with a burst of psychic power before the glazed look in its eyes returned and it got back to gnawing. Rheese looked down dumbfounded...Now that he had a moment he realized he'd this Slowpoke was different to the ones he'd known from Johto. Recognizing his own need for a psychic type and that this little dope was going to make it more difficult to focus on the task at hand, he dropped a pokeball on its head. Thankfully it didn't throw it back or anything, and moments later the red light on the ball cooled and his team had gotten a bit bigger.