Master of Faster
He/Him
25
December 12
Goldenrod, Johto
Straight
Mauville Gym Leader
Champion
"With great speed comes great responsibility."
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Josh Devlin
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POSTED ON Sept 10, 2022 0:53:43 GMT
With the Ranger safely in Matias' custody and the Rockets on the retreat, Josh could focus on saving the three teenage trainers. With his Dragonair down for the count, though, that would be far more complicated. Without enough room for his Pidgeot to safely take off from the platform, he would be of his Pokémon that were good at jumping. He was in no short supply of those; his Manectric, Jolteon, and Pyroar were quite good at that. Of course, he would have to get them off the platform one at a time; there was only enough room for the three that stood there and one of his Pokémon. His best bet was his Jolteon.
Josh whistled for his Pidgeot to return to him so he could recall him, then sent the giant Jolteon out. The saddled Eeveelution slid down the cliff to the platform the three stood on. "Hey! Get on my Jolteon's back! She'll be able to get you to safety!" The youngest of the three nervously did as asked, firmly holding the Jolteon's reins for support as there was no other spot to grab onto that wasn't filled with skewering quills.
Just after Blinky had leaped away and carried the first to safety, the now-recalled Carkol's ROCK BLAST knocked out two of the platform's supports, causing it to swivel vertically and drop the observers into the canyon below. "Pazuzu!" Josh withdrew his Jolteon and sent his Pidgeot back out. He scurried aboard with great urgency, spurring the avian to dive over the cliff and toward the bottom, where he could see the two sprawled on the ground. It wasn't a great distance; certainly very survivable but skeletal injuries of some kind were at the very least possible, if not probable.
As Josh approached the canyon floor, a river of lava running nearby it, the smell of poultry wafted into his nostrils. When he took a breath, he felt like his nostrils and his lungs were burning. The passage down the mountain was inhospitable, the presence of the nearby lava stream causing local air temperatures to soar close to the boiling point of water.
With his useful consciousness measured in seconds at that temperature, Josh made the JUDGMENT call to send his Pyroar into the inferno below. Unable to say anything or risk burning his throat, he yanked Pazuzu's reins full nose up, nearly causing them to stall but ultimately getting the two back to safety. If Matias was paying attention to the bird, it was obvious that his plumage was singed, an indicator of the extreme temperature below.
The Pyroar could breathe much more easily than Josh did in the oppressive temperatures, biting into the unconscious younger teenager's side as gently as possible and bounding up the path leading away from the lava river. As soon as Aslan returned with the clearly unconscious adolescent and set him on the ground, Josh checked for a pulse. The victim's skin felt very hot still; whether it was external or internal could not be determined with the knowledge he had. "He's still alive," Josh rasped, clearly in pain trying to speak through a singed voice box. "Probably dehydrated. There's still one more down there...but I think won't make it." MATIAS SILPH {WC: 542} {PC: 5} NAME SPECIES STATUS Saber Manectric Good Blinky Jolteon Good Aslan Pyroar Good Inky Glaceon Good Pazuzu Pidgeot Fair Resheph Dragonair KO
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