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The Petalburg Woods were quite the spectacle at night, or rather that was what Jaxon had been sold on. Eager to verify the statement for himself, the darker male cast out into the forest accompanied by the loyal creatures that he'd entrusted with his protection. The massive Pokemon lumbered behind their trainer, eyeing the depths between the trees suspiciously as the pair awaited Jaxon's summons. They were right to convey caution, given the rumors that surrounded this place. People around here often feared venturing out at night, knowing the various dangers that lurked around the unseen corners.
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Even the treetops were troublesome, housing countless insects that would be just as eager to sample the grunt for nothing more than a taste. A mere taste! Thankfully, the sheer size of his companions seemed to dissuade any lurking predators from making a brash decision: one that Garchomp or Swampert would quickly make them regret. Regardless, Jaxon took the opportunity to briefly stargaze: a soft hum broaching his lips as he padded along with his entourage in tow. The night was, indeed, beautiful. It almost lived up to the hype, but still it fell just short...given people tended to overdramatize. Still though, his eyes remained skyward: gaze slitting through the leaves as he tried to find new meaning for the stars.
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Garchomp watched momentarily as his trainer romanticized their setting, the pokemon's own goals focused on the safety of the group. The creature's optics were vigilant, scouting the areas that jutted from the path carefully before those amber hues brightened. Garchomp tensed as familiar golden strands popped into his view, that lithe frame surrounded by nearly dozen shifting legs. The Pokemon growled audibly, a deep thrum building in the back of his throat: wings falling behind as he darted through the trees toward his destination. Immediately, Jaxon's gaze downturned upon the sudden flash that streaked past him. Blinking, the male chased after his Pokemon: not quite sure what was happening. Thankfully, Swampert hinted in on the action and followed shortly behind. What was happening...what had provoked Garchomp so? Whatever it was...they were about to be in the thick of it.
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@min - Eaten by Spiders? Not today my dear!

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The Ariados squealed frantically, legs skittering over open-air as it attempted to free itself from the crushing force of Garchomp's mighty jaw. Making sure not to break the carapace of the insect within its grasp, the larger Pokemon merely tossed his head to the side to fling the arachnid into the closest suitable tree. A resounding thud echoed through the clearing as the substantial form embraced solid oak, the previous aggressor growing limp as it dotted the ground: its legs curling swiftly underneath in what appeared to be a final stance.
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The remainder of the horde watched on in less than evident terror, clicks exchanged between them as they seemed to deliberate on their next course of action. The Garchomp gnashed at open air, fangs blazing as fire seeped from his maw. The mere sight of flickering embers incited a scurry among their ranks: the majority of the brood receding back into the darkness of the forest from which they'd arrived. Satisfied with his work, Garchomp hovered over the encased form of the young woman that had helped raise him: motions soft as he gestured for his trainer to hurry in his strides.
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Jaxon panted, hands falling to his thighs as he observed the scene. Brow furrowed, the tanned male raised an arm to wipe the sweat from his brow. "Release this person, Ravann." He uttered breathlessly, aware that the individual inside must've still been alive for Garchomp to rouse such a fuss. The Dragon-Type responded dutifully, a wing slicing upward to diligently slash the webbing that restrained the blonde. Were she to be properly freed from her cocoon, Jaxon would catch sight of her briskly: momentarily devoid of recognition until that dull throb filled his chest. A quiver settled on his lips, as wide eyes watched as his appendage reached out for her.
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The male retrieved his hand, unsure of what to believe. "M-Mino?" His inquiry received little answer, assuredly thanks to the poison that now festered in the woman's skin. The pace of his heart quickened, legs growing weak as he his palm stuttered over his satchel before digging hastily into the depths of his pack. He'd bought something for just this occasion...but he'd made the assumption that he'd need to use it on himself...were the situation dire. However, he ignored the sentiment: knees planting firmly into the dirt nearby as he leaned over the blonde.
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Panicked in each motion, he removed the stopper from the spray-bottle: gingerly shaking it before his eyes fell to her wrists and ankles. The marks were deep, and she'd almost succumbed. He allotted her a generous amount of the liquid, spritzing evenly as to coat the skin proper. Once finished, a shaky arm discarded the bottle, quietly tossing it back to Swampert...whom seemed to anticipate the action. Tears muddled the edge of Jaxon's gaze, digits intertwining with the blonde's as his opposite appendage wrapped around her: hoping to pull her into his larger frame. "No...no...I'm so sorry. Please be alive, please. I can't lose you...not you." He muttered softly, the moonlight cascading through the foliage as he did his best to retain what little stability he had left. Simply holding her in this way took more energy than he thought he could bear muster...but he would. For her...it would be anything.

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@min - Scary stuff, about to get real emotional!