The remainder of light seemed to be sucked from the sky as everything seemed to turn black between the strikes of lightning, making it hard to see for more than 3 feet ahead. The wild pokémon mostly managed to make it to shelter just fine, save for a few water-types that simply didn't bother to look for shelter. The storm raged on, occasionally illuminating the scenery with strikes of lightning.
After catching Weedle, Hiro returned to waiting for the rain to disappear, but he knew that rain often lasted for hours, sometimes even days. Hoping the latter wasn't the case, he leaned against the tree. Bonsly was returned to its poké ball as it seemed to dislike the large drops of water falling through the foliage. Hiro waited for 10 long, cold, minutes before losing his patience. He knew it would last hours, but he couldn't stand it regardless. Contemplating on whether to stay or keep moving, he took another 5 minutes. I'm just catching a cold sitting here...But the forest might be dangerous or simply too much for my pokémon right now. Eventually, Hiro decided to keep moving under the cover of the forest, but to move as swiftly as possible.
Hiro managed to make some progress despite the dark, until he came across a lotad. The Lotad seemed less than friendly as it attacked Hiro as soon as it saw him. Hiro had no way of blocking the sudden attack, and got hit in the gut by the jumping Lotad's Astonish. Sending out his Weedle, Hiro had it lead off with it's 'signature move'; Poison Sting. The lotad used astonish again, this time with Weedle as his targets. This lasted 2 more rounds before weedle managed to defeat the Lotad. Thank god I had type advantage... Hiro sighed in relief. Clearly, Weedle was one of the stronger pokémon around.
With the danger of wild pokémon in the dark, Hiro decided there was no more he could do today. He climbed in a tree and made himself comfortable on a branch--for as far as that was possible. With a little support of Weedle's String Shot, Hiro managed to fasten himself to the tree well enough to not fall out while he slept. Well, so he thought at least. Remembering his Oran berries, Hiro fed two to his Buizel and told it to stay guard.
The Zorua seemed to grow less tense as it was wrapped in Mori's scarf. The rain was still pouring as hard as it was before however, so if he wanted to move some more today, he'd probably have to brave the rain. The Zorua seemed to be doing a little better than before, too, though it was still clearly in need of medical attention.
Just at the edge of Mori's vision, a white silhouette shot by, what could it have been?
Level Progress:
Weedle -> Lv7
