An enormous swarm of Glimmora had caused so much trouble for the Safari Zone owners that they had called on the assistance of an Elite Ranger, leading a small platoon of Rangers to help clean them up. Their minefield of TOXIC SPIKES was as dense as hemlock, necessitating the use of flying Pokémon.

Josh had the perfect Pokémon for the solution: a Flygon. He waited for the rest of his squad to watch up before getting ready to BULLDOZE a trail through them. "Alright, on three. One... two... three!" When Josh's count had ended, the resonant hum of many Flygon buzzing their wings at slightly different speeds echoed loudly over Route 120. Rocked both by the vibration and the sheer power behind their charge, TOXIC DEBRIS flew everywhere with each foe the task force took out. The field of shrapnel was so dense that the Rangers had to spray their Pokémon with Antidote after every pass. The Rangers made as many captures as they can with the intent to release the wilds into their natural habitat deep underground at a later time.

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What the-
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"Those Pokemon. What are they? Are they even Pokemon at all?"
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He didn't know. New Pokemon had been popping up lately, but not dissimilar to the Ultra Beasts like the injured Poipole he had nursed back to health, this Pokemon seemed like it had come from another world completely. And now?
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They were here in droves. He had come after getting a report of strange phenomena on the Ranger airwaves, but he hadn't expected to find something like this. Should he try to catch it? Would Pokeballs even work? He saw other Rangers around, likely thinking the same thing... But were these creatures like poison ivy, waiting for unsuspecting Trainers to get in too close?
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