The thing beneath the water found the Rhino-like pokemon first.  The thing was floundering on the water's surface, trying to swim, but the density made the act futile.  Poor thing didn't even know that the water surrounding it, and pulling it down like a stone on pudding, was the absolute least of its worries.  The thing didn't quiet understand what the pokemon was.  It didn't need to.  Its task was simple enough.  Find the highest concentration of life forms in the area, and take as many samples as possible.  Long, glistening tentacles that glowed with a violet green light moved up towards the floundering stone beast, and wrapped around it so quickly, so tightly, the creature, for all its strength, never had a chance.  Some blood was lost in the clear blue water, but not much.  Most of it was preserved, kept for use.  Done with the first specimen, the creature paused, and its mind moved outwards, and located its next victim, not another of the animals, but something closer to its own god.  It started towards the thing in the water, near the surface and the land.  

Jynmi flew through the air like a dart, that's to say he wasn't so much as flying as racing towards a target without his feet having to waste time touching the ground.  Said target was a tree, and the young man hit it better than any dart player in the history of the UK, or would've if not for the fact his body didn't stay stuck into it.  The world bounced around before him, and he came crashing down like a stone, or a human body that was flung against a tree.  First, there was the pain, so he laid there for a moment, and then came the fear his spine had been destroyed.  So he jumped to his feet.  It hurt.  His back was definitely bruised. "I'm alive."  He called out in triumph, and encase anyone was worried about him.  Luckily the guy with the lightning was, or he'd feel like nobody cared.

"Wow, what happened?  Weren't we at a stand still?"  He called currying over to the guy with the lightning bolts, and book.  He shook his head in awe at the closing horde of pokemon that suddenly didn't look so cute anymore.  They were still cute, don't get it wrong, its just there teeth, claws, and angry dispositions were a lot more noticeable than in the games.  "There might be a way this is good, but I just can't think of any."  As the group closed in, more and more started getting past the lightning, making Jynmi want to take a step back too, but he fought that urge down, and buried it in a shallow grave.  It would rise again, but there would be a good amount of clawing it would have to do first.  "Don't worry.  I've got your back."  He said to the guy with the lightning.  Immediately he wished he hadn't because the pokemon were getting smart, and were diving themselves up into three groups.  One come towards them directly, and the other two breaking off into left and ride.  It made him think of a river that forked three times with big, colorful animaly chunks floating in it.  

Anno's transformation couldn't have come quickly enough, because just as her appearance changed, or possibly as a result of said change, a muscular pokemon with a wrestling belt noticed her, and started making its way to her, fist clenched at its side, and bright white light starting to glow from it.  

Raticate wasn't really a fighter, but it wanted to fight.  He needed to fight.  He also didn't want to wait in line to do so.  Feeling gloomy, the rat leaned against a tree, and watched sadly at the action.  That's when it noticed the newcomer.  He didn't seem to be with others.  Perhaps he was defenseless.  With a smirk, a chance to prove itself.  The pokemon hurried towards the stranger, but stopped just at the edge of the tall grass.  It took a moment to gather its courage, the guy was after all a great many times bigger than itself, but that wouldn't be a problem; that's what a sneak attack was for.  Its legs tensed, and he let out a battle cry, a shrill squeaky battle cry, and lunged at the intruder just as the clothes changed, and something orange and white took its place.  The raticate tried to veer to the side, but changing midair wasn't something it could do.  Flying towards the stranger's back was its only option.  

The carnivine's head tilted to the side in confusion.  It blinked a time, and then another, before shrugging, before its vine whips pulled back and launched towards the one talking about transforming.