Matt smiled as his new friend cemented his spot as the deadpan snarker as well as, well, a friend. [b]"I got you back."[/b] He said, and Matt believed it. With new found strength, he stared at the battalion of pokemon facing him. They were getting smarter and breaking off into groups of three. Crafty little buggers. "Okay, here's the plan; we need to gather up every person willing to kill these little hellions, and break them off into three groups. Fight fire with fire, as they say." Matt said to Jymni. At that point, Tylar ran past them screaming about an eldritch abomination. "Okay, that's not good. Go get him, and find my knife, will you?" He commanded, before running off, and trying to dodge all the damn pokemon closing in on him. It was harder with that slash through his chest, but he managed to get to some lady fighting a ma-somethin' or other. "Hey, lady! After you take out that pokemon, I need some help! There are way more near the lake, and you seem pretty capable!" He shouted at her, hoping some others would hear as well, and band with him.