admittedly, she herself feared death; the inevitability of it, and how she might cope, if it came early. and as if something had heard her thoughts, she suddenly hears the whir of metal, the rustling of grass blades against wind.

she ducks behind a bush, and with fear in her eyes, she looks at the pokemon that had just appeared; a metagross. its large blue body floated above the grass. they were normally not hostile, their intelligence extremely high. they were also so heavy that it could easily crush her with one of its legs if she was not careful.

the pokeball on her belt wiggles, and she picks it up, her hands slowly moving to expand it, as not to attract too much attention. she needed to move quickly also—materializing the zweilous in a flash of red. at the sound, the metagross turns, too surprised to react before she commands her pokemon.

"assurance."

the move eats away at its health, its psychic facilities—and she entraps it in a pokeball, watching the ball shiver and struggle as it shakes before stilling.

for wild pokemon, is this death as well?

capture.

captured METAGROSS