The fire/dragon/rock/ground type, as Whitney called it, barely noticed Miltank’s attempt to seduce it. The rainer ordered her to hurry back. She was pretty sure that the enemy didn’t go berserk because her Pokémon annoyed it so much, though she couldn’t be 100 % sure. The fact that her attack didn’t do a thing was a bit humiliating, but for her defence, neither had anyone else’s.
Ghost rider was slammed at the wall of the cavern with a power that formed the rock. Whitney had seen a similar effect before, but they were usually aimed at strong Pokémon, not people. “Motorbike guy!” she screamed in panic, partly because she feared that the enemy would do the same for her, partly because she was actually worried about him. He might have been a bit scary because of his eyes, but he also looked like a ghost, and from Whitney’s point of view, ghost-types were rather harmless. Ghost-type attacks couldn’t hurt her Pokémon, but her Miltank had ability which allowed her to hit them. Many people had tried to defeat her gym with spirits, only to fail miserably.
The girl wasn’t worried enough to go for help though. She was too busy to worry about herself. Pieces of the ceiling were falling and a beam of fire was coming right at her direction. She had no clue where to dodge, her feet seemed to not even know how to dodge. Whitney managed to call Bibarel out, but it was clear that the beaver, even though she resisted fire, couldn’t stand that heat for long at all.
Bibarel will die if I keep her out! Whitney’s pride as a trainer shouted that she couldn’t force her Pokémon to die for her sake. This wasn’t a regular gym battle, where opponents tried to make each other’s Pokémon faint. She wanted to call Bibarel back, but her hand was frozen from fear. “No…!”
Red cape leaped in front of her and reflected the attack. At the next moment another person with some sort of a jetpack appeared next to her, offering his hand. Felt protected her from a piece of ceiling and told that she should go. “I hate this froaking place!” Whitney screamed before she took Nobuo’s hand and called Miltank back. As her last move she ordered Bibarel to run in front of others and to use surf, before she called her back as well. Other people were mainly at sides, so the wave wouldn’t likely hit them. A huge wave of water crashed through the cavern towards the enemy creature. Whitney knew that it was unlikely that it would make it faint, but maybe it would cool its temperament or something like that.
Other attacks were unleashed at the same moment, Felt’s odd weapon and the beam of ice-energy and Sazh’s lighting-bullets, which would likely make an interesting combination with surf. The girl was about to mention that the creature might be either dragon-, fire-, ground-, rock-type or a combination of two of them, which meant that it could even resist ice according to rules of her world, but she didn’t have time. Whitney managed to only glimpse the boy for a second before leaving. She suddenly realised that she had been only a nuisance for him all this time. It was hard to see in the darkness, but tears started to run down to her cheeks.