Azerus had figured the Rhyhorn was none too bright. Relentless, but not too bright. Changing tactics he had chosen two locations, a large solid rock and an even larger old tree, where he could run from one to the other circling around them. The raging Rhyhorn would have to slow down when circling these wide objects which gave Azerus s bit of safe space, more importantly Roggenrola who sat in the middle of this path was waiting and able to attack the passing Rhyhorn.
However the disturbed Zubats that clustered around the charging mound of rock and muscle were less easier to avoid and proved a right hassle. As Azerus came around the rock the first time with the Rhyhorn following close behind him, slowing making the turn, Azerus had caught a trailing Zubat straight to the face. It flapped furiously blinding his vision as it scratched, screeched and bit at his face. He stumbled and nearly fell, but he couldn't afford to stop, not yet, not if he didn't want to get trampled.
When he came around the old wide based tree he was met again by more trailing Zubats which this time he narrowly managed to dodge by ducking and weaving.
"Little dude, attack!"
Azerus yells frantically as he runs past his roggenrola for the second time, huffing and puffing with exhaustion as it just stood there seemingly simply watching.
The next time Azerus circles past, after beating off the clouding Zubats and losing some distance from the Ryhorn, the Roggenrola attacked. It jumped, with all its might, throwing its rock body hard against the charging Rhyhorn, again and again, but all to no avail. Each time it simply rebounded of the beasts solid grey plates. It again and again each time they passed but the Ryhorn's thick hide proved too much for the little Roggenrola who went largely unnoticed.
Azerus's legs were now nearly failing him, only the most persistent Zubats remained to haunt them and even the Roggenrola seemed near fainting. Then with a mighty leap, in a last ditch effort, roggenrola launched itself at its trainer. Bbouncing off Azerus's head it contained to climb, hopping from one Zubats to the next until its shape was but a silhouette against the moon in the dark starry night sky.
Azerus was stumbling towards the tree when the raging Rhyhorn let out a roar of excitement knowing it was about to catch its victim. Roggenrola came crashing down from the sky just in time, hitting the Rhyhorn like a bullet right between the eyes. Rhyhorns head suddenly dived into the ground which sent him blindly sliding and crashing into the ancient old tree.
Azerus managed to leap from the path of carnage just in time, only to instantly find himself once again in more danger. The giant old tree teetered far above him and then came crashing down with a deafening loud crack and a thunderous roar shaking the earth on impact.
Azerus and Roggenrola escaped exhausted, scathed and bruised. But they could walk away. The Rhyhorn was not so lucky. After an hour of pushing, pulling, attacking and levering Azerus proudly thanked his Roggenrola and returned him to his pokeball. They had finally managed to free the Rhyhorn and now Azerus wrapped his hands around its tail and began dragging it through the forest back to feyhollow. To the poke'center.
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