"This is ridiculous! There's an endless stream of you damn weaklings." Alicia said frustrated. There wasn't any choice now, she'd have to use it...this was embarrassing. "Okay then, if you think numbers'll help I'll just have to show you how outmatched you really are!"
She watched the Litleo that had started all of this escape with a bit of mild annoyance. This whole situation could have been avoided if it hadn't shown up. She held up the marked pokeball to her face, a grim look overtaking her as she whispered to it. "Okay, just don't kill anybody...and preferably don't go berserk before I'm gone." She let out a small breath to calm herself. "Next time learn to mind your own business! Go, Whirlipede!" She shouted as she simultaneously motioned for her Torracat to get closer to her. The grunt with her looked at her with pure terror as he returned his Cramorant and started sprinting in the opposite direction. Good. She thought to herself as the Whirlipede left its pokeball. Less risk of a friendly casualty...now I just gotta find a good window to escape as well.
The bug pokemon looked around coldly at everyone around it. Anybody around could tell that something was off about the thing, the soulless look even gave Alicia chills as her Torracat positioned itself to defend her if this thing got out of control. "Alright Whirlipede, show these trainers...make them regret nosing into the business of Te-I mean....damnit just take them the hell out!" Alicia said with wavering conviction. With these damn abominations it felt like she was signing a death warrant for these trainers, but they'd left her with no choice. It was their own fault really, who the hell did they think they were? Yeah, they signed their own death warrants...she had nothing to feel guilty about. As the purple pokemon began to spin up ominously while narrowing its eyes at the pokemon in front of it, Alicia ran off towards the woods where the other grunt had gone.
With any luck, Whirlipede would take out those trainers and prevent anybody from checking for the pokeballs she'd set up in the bushes. It was dark perhaps, but thinking about it now was pointless. No way it'd return to its pokeball now that it had been set free.
"Seriously? You had back up?" The grunt asked dumbfounded before he noticed the Maractus trying to attack him. This kid and his pokemon were psychos. "Fine, Drowsee protect me!" The grunt shouted in fear as he threw his pokeball between himself and the attack. The poor psychic type took the blow directly, and clearly didn't fare all that well. This was bad.
This should have been an easy job, just place the damn grimer in the well and go, unfortunately his stupid partner had probably been eaten by slowpokes. Ironic since the damn slob had always loved slopoketai-His train of thought was interrupted as he was hit from the side. His partner along with several more grimer had been tossed out of the well. At least the idiot hadn't been devoured. The grunt scrambled to his feet and delivered a swift kick to his ally's side to rouse the unconscious fool. "Get the hell up, we've got a situation." He said urgently as the unconscious one slowly started to try and stand. "Drowsee, use hypnosis on that Maractus...Grimers, if he's gonna use all his pokemon at the same time we might as well too. Get them!"
The other grunt stood up and looked hopelessly at one of his pokeballs. "Uh, dude, those slowpoke already knocked my pokemon out." He said, stepping backwards in preparation to make a run for it. This whole assignment had gone tits up in no time flat. The grimer hadn't even managed to touch the water. "Good luck!" He shouted as he frantically sprinted away. He wasn't about to be captured by some runt and an army of dumb ass slowpokes. He was gonna be sure to eat a few extra slowpoketail as soon as he got back to base out of spite.
"You bastard! Damn it all!" The first grunt shouted as his only ally fled. As angry as he was that he had just been abandoned, he was angrier that he hadn't been swift enough to ditch the other guy instead. He only had one option now, he'd have to ditch his Drowsee and the grimers if he wanted to have any chance at escape. He turned to flee only to see the other grunt sprawled out in the field with the Minior from before flying around as though it was dancing. Right...there were two trainers. He sighed and started running, his Drowsee too focused on using its current attack to even notice it was being abandoned. The grunt threw out a pokeball as the minior took notice of his mad dash. An Electrike emerged and ran alongside him for a moment. "Electrike, thunder wave that damn rock!" He shouted, paralyzing Minior in its tracks as he returned the electric pokemon and kept running, passing his former pal as he did so...served him right.
Rheese looked up to see his Minior hit the ground, he knew the pokemon wasn't hurt as its shell was still in tact, but he could hear the desperation in its cry as it tried to pick itself up in vain. He instinctively sprinted towards his downed pokemon, effortlessly getting his shoe out of the slowpoke's mouth as he ran. He managed to evade the grimer as they were approaching Deneb and his team, before long he was kneeling by the now seemingly helpless pokemon that had almost obliterated him many times. "Hey, it's alright little buddy."
Minior shot up into the air, making Rheese dodge him a single time before falling back down stunned by the paralysis. It immediately got back to letting out soft cries. "Yep, saw that coming. It's okay, I promise I'll get you to a pokemon center and get that taken care of asap." He cautiously patted the rock type, calming it down quite a bit. Now that those guys were dealt with he felt he could properly assess the situation and help out...and there were quite a few grimers backing up that Drowsee. He returned the calmed Minior to his ball and looked towards where the grunt that had escaped ran off too and cursed himself for being unable to chase after him. He turned towards Deneb and sent the rest of his own team out. "Hey, guy with the Maractus, I'll back you up!"