"They have ways of revealing themselves. But unless Rocket's basic training program includes the ability to mask one's Aura, then a Lucario's more than capable of sniffing them out.", Thomas replied to her.
"I may not be able to read minds, or intentions, but that's what friends are for!", he continued with a grin of audacity.
The fact that the hundreds of spiders were inhibiting and distracting his Pokemon was annoying. Then again, the fact that the woman's Ariados used its ability to call upon a swarm of smaller spiders was rather impressive. If by some miracle, Thomas got out of this alive, he'd have to look into it. Though at this point, he doubted that anyone was coming to save him, considering the usual routes in and out were webbed off, the woman had a gun to his throat, and his Pokemon were being swarmed to the point where they wouldn't be able to step in.
Before Thomas could remark on what she had to say, gunfire would erupt, after a quick shift in aim. Thomas grunted as he instinctively gripped his shoulder in pain, stumbling back before falling over the cliff. The drop was short, albeit painful. The insects that were crawling all over him, incidentally, spared him the worst effects of the fall. As they scuttled away, Thomas was left to writhe on the ground in agony, gripping his wounded shoulder.
Thomas looked up at the woman, a fire in his eye. As much as he tried, he couldn't belt out a response to the woman's remark, agonized hissing is all that came out as he lay there. Internally, he was asking himself what caused the woman to change her mind. And how would she justify outright sparing the man, once Rocket found out he was still alive.
Kalameet would react to his friend's fall with a Roar of rage. Whatever remained of the small spiders would immediately scuttle away as the group of five were freed. Thread would quickly scuttle over to peer over the cliff, seeing that their master was still alive, albeit wounded. Thread cried out to the group, causing most of them to converge onto the cliff. Freke, meanwhile, would use Telekinesis to grab Thomas' fallen belt, taking Cobalt's vacant Pokeball, and recalling their fallen ally.
Thread would make his way down the cliff side, making his way next to his master in order to comfort him.
"Thread. I-I.", Thomas tried to speak.
"I'm. sorry.", he'd tell the insect. The Galvantula would rummage through Thomas' things, noticing the rubbing, as well as some other supplies for field dressing wounds. Thomas nodded to the insect, knowing what he had to to. Weakly managing to get the cap off, Thomas would take the rubbing alcohol, applying it to his wound with an agonized grunt. The familiar burning sensation of the alcohol to his wound wasn't pleasant in the slightest.
After disinfecting his wound, Thomas would begin to temporarily patch it up, allowing Thread to fix the patch job with an application of String Shot.
"Thank you, Thread...", Thomas tells the creature, before slumping back to the ground, breathing and hissing heavily.
While Thread was tending to his master, Freke and Kalameet were recalling Ripper and Colt, both of them furious with the result of the ambush. Ripper wanted to smash the woman's skull in with his pincers, while Freke was overall bitter with not even being able to finish off that Lycanroc. While Kalameet and Freke were no doubt unhappy with what transpired, they were more focused on getting Thomas some proper treatment.
Kalameet, with Freke on his back, would descend down the cliff, getting to where Thomas ended up. Freke would recall the Galvantula, then use Telekinesis to offer his master some help up onto the Hydreigon's back. Thomas would do his best to make his own way up, before conceding to the Alakazam's assistance, finally slumping onto the Hydreigon's back.
When the dragon attempted to turn towards Lilycove, Thomas would immediately protest.
"Verdanturf, please!", he told Kalameet weakly. The two Pokemon were shocked at their master's decision.
"They might... have people in the hospital... waiting to finish the job. Jasmine... can take care of me...", Thomas managed to tell them.
With that in mind, Kalameet would turn towards Verdanturf, flying as fast as he could manage towards the small town. While it would no doubt be a longer journey, he understood what his master meant. All the Alakazam could do was attempt to comfort his wounded master during the long, arduous flight.
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