Lingering around proved to be the wrong choice when a growl from behind them notified the trainer and his Pokemon of the presence of the third party. Kyle instinctively moved away as soon as the noise was heard, subconsciously hovering his hand over a Pokeball from his holster, while his Poochyena immediately stopped his actions and proceeded to turn at the wild Pokemon, fur bristling and fangs bared.

The Armaldo wasn't necessarily in the wrong. Kyle knew they were overstepping their boundaries by extending their stay for longer than what was needed. It was bound to happen, knowing that the parts of the wild that they currently were at were known to house a multitude of Pokemon, many of them aggressive and territorial.

"Let's run," he'd command his Poochyena promptly.

The Dark-type seemed reluctant on doing so, staring at his trainer with confused round eyes. He already was getting ready for a scuffle, after all, and having his excitement cut off short was way beyond what he expected the encounter to end. Regardless, he was given no choice if he would consider his trainer's commands. Turning tail, he followed Kyle as his trainer avoided the encounter altogether.

Kyle would have wanted to attempt to stay and acquire something as cool as the Armaldo for his team though, had his Pokemon not have been in the type disadvantage of the match up.

The Sandygast walled their way off. With an angry Armaldo on their trail, the easiest way to get away from it was to bulldoze through their path, which included the wild Pokemon that seems adamant on remaining on its place, blocking the easiest way out. Out of the two wild Pokemon though, the Ghost-type was obviously the lesser threat out of the two, especially if he considered typing in the equation. He supposed he'd pick it anyways regardless.

"Crunch!"

The Dark-type sprinted ahead as soon as the instruction came from Kyle. A smirk ran across its face as it charged straight to the adversary, fangs bared and all. The wild Pokemon did not seem to budge from the sight of the Dark-type, however, and even managed to stand up against it. The Sandygast would compress itself, bracing for the attack with Iron Defense as it watched the Poochyena get closer and closer...

...only for both the Pokemon and the trainer to run past it.

Kyle had whistled for his Pokemon's attention before it could even managed to sink his fangs onto it. After all, spending time to battle the wild Pokemon, no matter how quick it would last, would still mean that they're giving the Armaldo a few precious seconds to catch up. Kyle simply took the opportunity to take an easy way out as soon as it saw the Sandygast prepare for a counter attack instead of attacking them outright.

It can't counter if it wasn't attacked in the first place, after all.

"Throw it."

Kyle had ordered his Pokemon to take the unusual Pokemon by its tail. The canine had it hanging on its fangs, and in one swift motion, threw it across the sands and towards the Armaldo that had been chasing after them. It wasn't the most graceful display of skill, but the Poochyena still managed to show off its impeccable aim despite not having any arms to throw the poor Stunfisk with. Deep down, Kyle was proud of him.

The Trap Pokemon was flung across the fossil's face, electricity surging through its skin as soon as it got the time to take in the moment. It was unfortunate that Kyle and his Poochyena did not manage to see the display of power by the wild Pokemon, though that should be the least of their worries. The trainer was simply grateful of the opportunity that was presented to him, allowing them to successfully ditch the larger Pokemon whose territory they invaded carelessly.

"We'll be returning someday, m'kay?" he'd nonchalantly tell the canine that ran beside him.