“Jump first, Joltik!” The hooded boy exclaimed, when he saw the Pickachu make a beeline toward his pokemon. As Joltik had swiftly hopped up into the air, and seemed prepared to take on the opponent’s hit. Effective in swapping their speeds, once Storm’s head had directly collided with her belly and sent the little bug flying at a forty-five degree angle. Becoming a harder target for Conner or his Pickachu to see clearly, during Joltik’s high ascent into the clear blue skies. “Now, Bounce!” He shouted out with a smile, performing an excited hop in the process. Watching his Joltik land and use her enhanced speed to promptly spring back up even higher, until she became nothing more than a speck. Not seen by anyone else participating either, as the rest of them were focused on their own battles. Or at least trying to stay awake…
“Raboot, get back up and fight!” The trainer yawned in frustration, seeming to snap the charmed rabbit out of his stupor.
“Skitty, move out of the way!” The girl cautioned, with a worried tone. Causing her Skitty to scamper away from the standing Raboot, while Breloom was simultaneously being chased closer by Bouffalant's fuming charge. Getting Raboot to do a double take, as he noticed them both beginning to approach. Wondering who his trainer would tell him to attack next.
“Forget Skitty, use Ember on Breloom.” The trainer clarified, as Raboot turned his back to the cat’s clumsy sprint.
“Frolic and Skitty know what they’re doing.” Miles interrupted her with a confident smile, keeping the girl from giving out conflicting orders. "Trust me." He added, as the girl reluctantly nodded in response. With her worried eyes focused on the four pokemon’s inevitable collision. As Skitty ran up close behind the Raboot, who had built up fire in his footpaw to strike at the approaching Breloom, who was several feet in-between the bunny and the stomping Boufflant’s snorting nostrils.
“Boufflant, why aren’t you listening to me?” The kid hollered, with clenched fists.
“Bre-loom!” Frolic called out in the midst of his dash. Shifting his head sideways to avoid the Raboot’s small flame shooting out of his kick. As the Raboot felt those tiny claws climbing upon the back of his head, before looking up to see himself being used as a springboard by the Skitty. “Breloom.” Frolic offered, while leaning his head in. Letting Skitty jump from one head to the other—until Miles and her trainer saw the cat jumping onto the buffalo’s afro.
“Ah! Now I get it.” The girl realized. As the anxious Skitty proceeded to cling onto the Buffoulant for dear life. As the Buffoulant ignored the trainer’s orders to wait and immediately used Stomp—angrily slamming its front hooves onto the ground. Surprised at Buffoulant’s lack of concern for friendly-fire, as both Frolic and Raboot were forced to hastily dodge backward on either side of him. Knocking the pair on their rear ends, as the ground shook underneath them. “Skitty, use Sing!” She declared, as her Skitty began to meow melodically and cause the Buffoulant to stop and waver where it stood. While Breloom had already begun to move away without hesitation. In contrast, the stunned Raboot only turned his head toward the two clashing boys.
“Dumbass, you forgot to feed him this morning, didn’t you?” The darkly-dressed boy chided, putting his friend in a headlock and grinding his knuckles against his orange head.
“Ow! Stop it, Fritz!” He complained. "You're going to be the reason we lose to a girl-" Before they were interrupted by the crashing sound of Boffulant’s sudden fall. Getting them to notice the slumbering buffalo was lying flat and had pinned the knocked-out Raboot partially underneath him.
I really need to read the rest of my grandfather’s books... Miles noted, continuing to scribble the last of his notes down on his other arm.