The Lightning struck the large stone and ground pokemon with deadly accuracy, or what should've been deadly.  The aim was right on, but the effect wasn't right, or at least what would be preferred by the group. The creature's massive frame was pushed back a few feet by the force of the impact, and it staggered a little bit afterwards, but aside from that, and a sudden tensing of its body many would see as a shift from aggressively curious to just plain aggressive.  The creature's eyes narrowed on the spellcaster, and it took on a deep breath, the massive rock chest puffing outwards with the pressure of the air building inside it, and let out  roar that caused birds, and some of the more skilled flying fish, from miles around, to burst from their tree tops and head off in the wild blue yonder.  Then it narrowed its head, grunted, and started running straight for the young man, but it wasn't as quickly as you'd think. Rhyperiors, were slow.  The other creature's took the big gray pokemon's cue, and starting rushing forward.  All of them swept towards the group like a wave in an ocean where no two droplets were the same colors.  

"Uh Hey."  Jynmi gulped hard something that was stuck in his throat. He was pretty sure it was the last remaining bit of his courage.  "I don't think you guys should've done that."  He stopped, thought about it, and nodded to himself.  "No, scratch that. I'm sure you guys shouldn't have done that.  The things mad now."  He raised an arm and pointed towards the oncoming, potential, onslaught.  He turned his attention from the horde to the guy with the book.  "I'm leaning more towards you did it wrong.  Unless your trying to get us killed.  Are you?  It would be nice to know if at least one of us, the normal ones, managed to do something they meant to."  A flash of light caught his eye and he turned towards the girl that was dressed differently from the last time he looked at her.  "That is, if she didn't mean to do that."  

He opened his mouth to say something else, but a stone sailed from the fingers of a small ape like creature, and winged him on the forehead.  It wasn't enough to knock him out, but it made the world spin.  Several other stones followed quickly, thrown by a small ferret looking creature, and something that looked like a clown.

"Oh dear."  A Young man said, from somewhere up in the trees.  His form was hidden by shadows, but dully glowing blue eyes could be seen.  "Now they've done it."  With a sigh, the eyes closed, and the form vanished from the shadows like an unattended buffet in Las Vegas.  

The flytrap creature, most things thought of it as Paul, apparently had taken off more than he could chew, or at least he'd mistaken some prey that would just cower and take with something that would actually stand up and try to knock his teeth out.  Most things didn't care about Paul, but the group was supposed to be there for a reason.  so a few of the others, a Hitmonchan, A kangaskhan, and a haunter decided to aid their brother in arms(as far as grassy vines could be considered arms,) and broke off from the rest of the group, the one racing towards the guy with the lightning and the one who expected the guy with the lightning to do something, towards the people currently transforming into shinier versions of themselves.