Trillo considered for a few seconds.

[i]"Alright,"[/i] he replied. [i]"If it's not too much of a bother, of course."[/i]

The fossil Pokemon scuttled forward a bit to look at the trainer, unknowingly dragging with him a chunk of glass sticking out of the back of his shell.

[i]"So, what do the predators look like around here?"[/i] he asked Pip.

One of the Shadow Balls missed Mr. Mime among the smoke, and the Confusion was deftly dodged, but the other Shadow Ball took him by surprise. The psychic fell to his knees but struggled to get up, trying to remain in the fight.

Ringmaster Barley was now sweating through his elaborate costume in such a way that an Arcanine would no longer be necessary to sniff him out.

"What are trainers like THAT even [i]doing[/i] in such a small dingy town?" he muttered. "What a waste. Mr. Mi--"

But the Pokemon was just finishing up an exaggerated swoon as he fainted. Barley rolled his eyes and returned the Pokemon. Hmm, this was a tough spot. He still had a fairly healthy Weezing and Scrafty... Scrafty could certainly take any of these Pokemon, but not all at--

Barley's thoughts were interrupted by an absolutely murderous glare from one of the opposing Pokemon. He yelped, sweaty hands fumbling around for his sixth Pokeball. After a couple attempts, he managed to release a Kadabra.

"The show must go on!" Barley growled, grasping the Pokemon's arm. He took a last-second glare at the obnoxious bleeding-heart trainers... he would remember them.

Kadabra nodded. Then -- she, Barley, and everything on Barley's person vanished. Teleported to who-knows-where.