A small amount of fear was put into Michael's heart as Elizabeth spoke. Her tone was somewhat terrifying, but he managed to push past it with her request for him to hurry. He knew there was much work to do and not much time to do it, and nodded at them before turning and calling out to the breeders in the room. "I need anyone who has medical experience to try and lend aid to these children, [B]now![/B]" His words didn't fall on deaf ears, as one breeder rushed over, though had no time to ask the Professor what exactly was wrong with the children before he ran off to a nearby wall full of cabinets, searching for spare antidotes. 

"Oh dear..." The breeder muttered, pushing up his glasses as he observed Elizabeth's wound. "I've seen my fair share of injuries, but this'll take some work. We've certainly got to start with getting this barb out." He crouched down, pulling a Pokeball off his pocket as he did so. "Don't worry, I might have a solution that shouldn't hurt as much as just pulling it out." He said, releasing his Pokemon. Coming out of it's brilliant flash of white came a Grumpig, which seemed to observe the wound as soon as it was able. It looked up at it's trainer and nodded, seeming confident. 

The breeder seemed surprised. "You up to the task of getting these out, Grumpig?" He questioned, as the Pokemon nodded again. The breeder smiled faintly, having full trust in his partner. "Grumpig here has been practicing his psychic abilities with me since before he even evolved. He is very talented, and is able to use his powers to teleport objects. I believe he can do the same with these barbs, which will avoid us the painful act of pulling it out. It'll still sting quite a bit afterwards, of course. I'm certain the Professor is searching for antidotes now, and by the time we remove these, he should be back. There's no time to waste, Grumpig is ready if you are. The longer the barbs stay in, the more they'll aid the poison in spreading by providing more."

Grumpig stood strait, seeming to begin focusing already. It'd wait for Elizabeth's word to start removing the bard, but decided it'd be best to be able to use it's power on very short notice. There was no doubt this would still be painful after it was out, but it was a necessity. Grumpig intended to do what he could for them, as he was certain they didn't deserve the pain they were in. 

Desmond winced as Velis knocked the peon out once more as he had began stirring. "Yikes..." He muttered, ever-so-slightly backing away. He noted her words, taking them to heart in his own way. "That was... Certainly the best option. I think." He replied, unsure of how else to after witnessing her knock the poor man out first-hand. He was just glad he wasn't on the threatening end of that fist, as he was pretty sure he wouldn't last very long against it. He looked down at the floor in thought, about what happened.

[I]'I wish I could have contributed more. They all fought, while I got knocked down so pathetically... It won't happen again, especially against those goons if they ever show their faces near me again. I can't get in another situation like this where I almost lose my Pokemon. There probably won't be anyone to save me next time.'[/I]