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To his relief, the younger male seemed to have some knowledge of what to do. Good. Supervising was something he could do. Teacher, he was not. Though he thought he wanted to rise through the ranks, that was something he would need to work on.
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"Yes, not much different. Basically, it’s only medicine that’s different. Pokémon can handle small doses of human medicine if there’s no other choice, but I don’t think the same can be said about people. However, I believe we’ll mostly be dealing with bandaging up scrapes,” he explained as he entered the Pokémon center.
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Upon entering, it took all his willpower not to make a face when he saw how many people were in the waiting room of the Pokémon center. Great. Something told him they would be there for awhile.
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Handing one of the nurses the pokeball containing Celestia, he quickly explained that he was lending his Galarian Rapidash to the nurse’s since she knew Heal Pulse and could help with healing up the more serious injuries. Once that was taken care of, he would turn his attention to Faolan.
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“We should get started ourselves,” he stated.
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Once it was clear they should start, he would turn to address the civilians in the Pokémon center. “All those not seriously hurt gather around me and my fellow ranger, Faolan. We’ll tend to your injuries today,” he said in a stern tone to get the people to do as they were told.
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Soon enough, a moderate number of people would’ve separated themselves from the others waiting and made their way over to Ever and Faolan.[break] faolan ashbaker

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“Cooking is like anything else; it takes practice to get better,” he pointed out. Of course, he wasn’t skilled enough to ever be a chef at a restaurant, but the few times he had cooked for his grandparents, they seemed to enjoy his cooking. That probably meant he was a good cook. He just wasn’t a great one.
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At the mention of having to come out, he thought he would rather be prepared for something like that. Probably. He was actually the type of person to over-prepare for something. But he did worry a bit about food if that were to happen; he didn’t know much about cooking over a fire.
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He wondered if Josh did. “I’ve never done anything like that. Camping was big in Galar for people taking the gym challenge. My father was against me leaving home, though, so I never took part in the gym challenge in my home region,” he admitted blankly.
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He was trying to distract himself, so he changed the subject. Though considering the others reactions, he wondered if that was the best idea. Then again, Josh had been the one to inquire about his injured arm.
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“This is nothing; I nearly died a few years ago,” he muttered under his breath. He honestly didn’t understand why everyone was making such a big deal out of a burn. It wasn’t like he was close to dying after all.
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At the mention of an arcade, he frowned. “There’s an arcade in Mauville? I’m only ever in Mauville on business,” he admitted. "Anyway, I’ve never been to an arcade before. People always seemed so happy at them...” he trailed off.
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Even after the few years he had been away from his father, he did find it hard to be happy. life filled with as much trauma as his had been. Well, one didn’t simply get over something like that.
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At the mention of Josh talking to his captain, he seemed relieved. “Would you? I don’t understand why such a big deal is being made. Compared to past injuries I’ve sustained, this is nothing.”
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Seriously, people were worrying about nothing. He hadn’t taken a break when his father saw fit to beat him until he could barely move, so he didn’t see what the big deal was.[break] Josh Devlin

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As Josh admitted to nearly killing a child, it took all his willpower not to visibly react. Thoughts of his father and how he very nearly killed him when he was sixteen filled his mind. Of course, Josh was nothing like his father. It was clear he deeply regretted what had happened.
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He doubted that the same could be said about his father. Doubted, he even felt a little bad for what he had put him through. All the suffering he had caused.
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And yet…
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“I can’t hate him,” he admitted before continuing. “My father, I know I should hate him. He’s given me every reason, too, and no reason not to. But still, I don’t hate him. I don’t like or trust him, but I can’t bring myself to hate him. It’s not from a lack of trying either.”
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If he couldn’t bring himself to hate his father, what did they say about their captures? Would he be able to bring himself to hate them simply because they weren’t blood, or would it be simply his father all over again?
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Before he could think too much about it, Josh spoke one more time about them both aiming to get out here. “I’m so sick of the strong preying on the weak. I can’t make any promises, but I’ll try. If not for my sake, than for my grandparents sake.”[break] Josh Devlin

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Move after move was used against the three wardens that had made their lives theirs, until finally they managed to break through. However, before he could be relieved, the mochi that had struck him earlier ensnared him in chains similar to what he felt netting would be like.
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He immediately fought the chain, his stubborn nature allowing him to break free. Seeing as Volt was also ensnared, he would go to help the Zebstrika out. Pulling against the chain, he would be able to loosen it enough to enable Volt to break free the rest of the way on his own.
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He then turned towards the loyal three just in time to see their demise.
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As the loyal three were killed in some form or fashion—the Okidogi being crushed, the Munkidori being cleaved in half, and the Fezandipiti getting its neck broken—Ever flinched.
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Being a person who abhorred violence, he wasn’t really comfortable with the idea of killing. Even if he was starting to realize that it was kind of avoidable,.
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Still looking at the carnage, he had to wonder if that was really the way things had been.
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‘They deserved it,’ a voice whispered in the back of his mind.
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Stiffening, he looked away from the bodies of the loyal three. Why would he think something like that?
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Sure, they had abducted them. It took them away from their families, making them worry. His own grandparents were probably worried sick. Sure, they weren’t really old due to having had his mother when they were fairly young, but what if all that worth caused them to have a heart attack or something?
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Just the thought of his grandparents worrying made his stomach churn. His parents did so much for him. They had been more of a parent to him than his own father, despite the fact that they could’ve easily been seen from his father's point of view.
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The more he thought about his grandparents, the worse he felt. Until all of those bad feelings were suddenly replaced with a slow, burning anger.
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How dare they make his grandparents worry like that?
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As the remaining foes tried to protect themselves by putting up another barrier, he braced himself for another attack. However, before he could issue any kind of order, the Megalopolans, along with the cloned Pokémon, attacked their adversaries. With many attacks, the enemy's defenses were broken through.
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Still, he wasn’t about to let his guard down, even if they seemed defeated. As he saw the chains flying towards everyone and their Pokémon to pierce them, he was glad he hadn’t. However, before the chains could pierce anyone, something happened.
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The chains just stopped.
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Confused, he looked around to see a small Pokémon being dragged across the ground. Grounding his teeth together, he shot a glare towards Cyllora and Pecharunt. Before he could say or do anything, he was suddenly thrust to the ground as the ship accelerated and crashed to the ground.
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Blinking away black spots, he pushed himself up into an upright position with his good arm. Pain radiated through his broken arm as he considered that he had once again landed on it.
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Shaking away the lingering effects of the nausea the pain had wrought, he looked around. However, upon looking outside, he would still be clueless as to where they were. It would only be upon looking harder that he would recognize the place. It definitely resembled the place they had dreamed about—a much darker place than the one in their dreams, though.
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Remembering Volt, he would look to see him out cold on the floor. Due to the poisoning as well as the crash landing, he wasn’t doing so well. It seemed the crash landing had injured him pretty badly. Wincing, he would return Volt back to his pokeball before making his way to exit the ship.
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As he left the ship, he let his gaze continue to sweep their surroundings, only looking away when Megalopolans were ensnared. Even if controlled, he couldn’t help but feel contempt for all the Megalopolans, especially Cyllora, who was so willing to sacrifice her own people.
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And for what?
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Just to get home?
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People who used people just like his father. They were the kind of people who didn’t care about anyone but themselves. Sure, they would claim otherwise, but their actions always gave away their true natures.
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He was tired.
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Tired of it all?
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Tired of the strong oppressing the wing?
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Well, no more. He wouldn’t stand for it.
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His thoughts were clouded with a weird anger, but he didn’t notice. All he saw were the people who had made them suffer. As Cyllora tried to cut a deal with them, he stared blankly at her.
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Was she being serious?
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After everything they had put them through,?
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Usually, Ever would take the deal; after all, he wasn’t a violent person. However, as beaten as he was, he couldn’t fight the grudge-induced rage channeled by Elizabeth, which made it impossible for him to think clearly. All he saw were the people who took joy in beating people down.
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“You think just sending us home is good enough? You think you’re innocent of the pain you caused just because you weren’t directly attacking us. You were still aligned with the wardens that made our lives hell. You’re as guilty as they are, and you beg for mercy. Why should we grant you mercy after everything you put us through? After you were so willing to sacrifice your own for your own agenda," he spat, his eyes narrowing.
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What was wrong with bad guys wanting to escape punishment? “Those with wicked hearts must be punished.”
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Without saying anything else, he would take out another pokeball, releasing Flash from theirs. “Make them pay,” he told the Zeraora.
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Seeing the condition their trainer was in, Flash shot towards Pecharunt and Cyllora, encasing their fists in the list, and moved to attack the two.
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Noticing the dynamaxed Pokémon, he frowned. It seemed their fight wasn’t over her. Wasn’t that just great? Sure, he didn’t see an enemy in sight at the moment, but everyone sure was preparing for a fight, like their opponent was going to appear before them any minute now.
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If that was the case, he needed to make sure those he had come to know. With the whole riot and the initial escape, he had lost track of more than a few of his friends.
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Elaine Highland, Elise Calcifet, Josh Devlin, and zachary stellar were all around here somewhere. Just as long as he knew they were okay, he would be. As long as he wasn’t sure, he would only worry about it, which, if a battle was coming, wasn’t a good thing.
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With Volt beside him, he would begin to make his way through the crowd, looking for those he had come to know. He would also keep an eye out for any of the kids that had been snatched. As they weren’t yet adults, he was especially worried for any kid that may have nabbed.
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If locating any of his friends or any kids, he would ensure they were okay before moving on. He might decide to keep close to one of his friends if he had managed to find them all, choosing to fight side by side with someone he considered a friend.
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If he didn't, he would stick to himself as he faced the newly resurfaced wardens and the megalopolan that was being used as the speaker. Or maybe she was one of the masterminds behind this whole thing. Whatever it was, he wouldn’t let it stand.
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Some weird thoughts Was it a Pokémon? I shot purple mochi at him. Seeing it flying towards him, he tried to dodge but was unable to do so. Feeling the effects of poisoning take over again, he shot a glare towards the Never-Rot.
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"Seriously, I just got over being poisoned, and now you're going to poison me again. What too much of a fucking coward to fight us with full strength, so you have to resort to breaking and poisoning us? Are you all really that scared that you can’t take us on without playing dirty? How pathetic can you be?” he said, not bothering to hide the contempt he felt for the Never-Rot, the wardens, and whoever sided with them.
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Narrowing his eyes further, he turned his attention to Volt. Of course, Volt was poisoned as well, but one look at the electric type showed him he was more than determined to continue the fight.
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Seeing his determination burning strong, he directed his attention to the Okidogi. “Direct your attention to the barrier surrounding the Okidogi,” he commanded tersely.
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Having his orders, Volt moved closer to the barrier in the hopes of putting a crack in it while simultaneously paralyzing the cruel dog Pokémon. Whether or not either would actually happen was the question.
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Today, he found himself on Route 119, enjoying a nice stroll. Usually he would be off doing some ranger-related work, but with nothing better to do, he had taken the time to enjoy the scenery around the area where he lived. It was not something he got to enjoy very often, mostly because he could be considered a bit of a workaholic.
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As he reached the area of the route that was swampy, he would find what seemed to be a swarm of Swampert. If there were Swamperts here, then he was sure there would be some Mudkip around as well. But where they may be, he couldn’t see them. Oh, well, he would just focus his attention on the Swampert.
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Taking one look at the SWAMP water, he quickly rejected the idea of going for a swim, instead releasing Rook from his pokeball before mounting the Corviknight and hovering over the swamp. From there, he would fly towards and nearby Swampert, skimming the water as he dove down near enough in order to use a Steel Wing against the Swampert.
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He would then quickly guide Rook back up before any of the Swamperts could retaliate against him and Rook. If any were weakened enough, he would run for a pokeball; if they weren’t, he would wait until one was ready for capture before getting a pokeball ready.
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He did the same. Though he also relied on coffee to help him feel more awake, probably more than he should since he was kind of addicted. But considering the fact that he drinks coffee to keep himself from falling asleep, it was to be expected.
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Not having much else to say on the matter, he simply nodded in agreement. Besides, there were more important things to worry about. Like the task that brought them down here.
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The blockage was definitely a problem. A problem that needed to be taken care of as soon as possible.
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“Yes, thankfully, they seem willing to help. In the mean time, we’ll tackle the blockage as much as we can,” he agreed, his gaze never leaving the blockage the whole time he spoke. The whole time he spoke, his gaze had assessed the blockage just to see how sturdy it was.
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The woman’s voice cut into his assessment, and he nodded, releasing his Yanmega from her pokeball. “Use Bug Buzz on the blockage,” he told the Yanmega once he was sure Lutgarde was ready.
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While he missed the mochi at first, he definitely noticed it when the blockage had been dislodged a bit. The mochi was only further proof that the blockage was intentional. Hopefully, whoever it was would be dealt with by the cops.[break] Lutgarde Dijkstra

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Even after three years, he wasn’t really used to how hot it got in the warmer seasons of the month. He wasn’t sure if he would ever get used to it after having grown up in Galar. The weather usually allows them to be cooler this time of year, maybe because the Galar region is usually overcast or it is raining. Rarely did Galar see the sun.
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Speaking of the sun, that was another thing that he still struggled to get used to. Hoenn got a lot more sun than Galar did. It was actually kind of annoying for someone who wasn’t really used to seeing the sun so much.
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The younger male's voice distracted him from the dark looks he kept sending the sun, as if the sun had personally offended him by being out, causing him to instead turn his gaze upon the younger recruit. A recruit, he had been tasked with helping to learn the ropes.
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“We should first see if people need help at the Pokémon center. I hear they’re swamped with people and Pokémon coming in that need healing. I bet if we lightened their load a bit, it would be much appreciated. I already agreed to lend out my Galarian Rapidash to the nurses to tend to the most injured. Our job is to help those whose injuries are minor. They’ll just have to suck it up and heal up on their own,” he explained impassively.
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Ugh, he hated talking so much. Now his throat kind of hurts from saying so much at once. “How good are you at basic first aid?” he asked, wanting to be sure he had someone he wouldn’t need to instruct too much.[break] faolan ashbaker

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The poison made it difficult to help, but if Ever was anything, he was stubborn. So he didn’t give up on helping Ogerpon.
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Not even when he was burned with the intense heat from the hearthflame mask the Ogerpon wore. Or when he was tossed aside like a rag doll by the Ogerpon.
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He hit the ground hard then. Hard enough to get the wind knocked out of him. But that isn’t why he was seeing stars. No, he was seeing stars because his injured arm hit the ground, sending a wave of dizzying pain through him.
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He pushed back the nausea and waited for the pain to recede. Soon enough, he was used to the more numb feeling that he was used to. The feeling that came from having a high pain tolerance.
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Blinking to clear his muddled thoughts, he was about to get up and rejoin the fray when the masked creature slammed into him again. He winced as the Ogerpon’s vine slammed into where there were a few cracked ribs. Hopefully, they weren’t just broken. But knowing his luck, they had.
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Probably due to his frenzied state, it didn’t waste much time on him, instead going off to attack someone else. He seemed to be less able to stop himself than before. Probably because something had spooked it. And they had gotten it pretty calm too.
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Pushing aside his annoyance at their work being undone, he pushed himself to his feet. Gritting his teeth, he started to track Ogerpon out. He still wasn’t about to give up on helping it.
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Along the way, he would come across as struggling. Being the kind of person he was, he would help them out. This usually meant purposefully throwing himself in harm's way to protect someone. Which led him to get more wounds than he would have otherwise.
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Most of them were gashes he got from the Nihilego's tentacles. Wincing, he paused to rip parts of his top off to tie off the gashes the tentacles had left along his body. He was reluctant to show people the scars he had acquired over the years, but if it was that or if he ended up bleeding out, he would take the former.
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After tending to his injuries a bit, he would immediately resume his search for Ogerpon. When he eventually found him, he would find the mask gone. As well as the chain. It would only be then that he would realize his own chain was gone as well, and seemingly the effects of poison as well.
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Seeing that Ogerpon seemed to be in good hands with Andrea Vaneau, he would simply walk off. He wasn’t a social person by any means and didn’t want to burden anyone with his presence, so he simply took his leave to get to the lower floor. The easiest path would probably be the hole in the floor.
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As he approached the hole, a sudden wave of dizziness as the adrenaline left his system would cause him to black out. When he came back to his senses a few minutes later, he would find himself in the feeding pit, making him realize he must have fallen through the hole in the ground when he blacked out.
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Wasn’t that just embarrassing?
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Wincing, he got up and checked himself over. His arm was still very much broken. The ribs are probably broken at this point. There are a few burns that may or may not join his collection of scars. His collection of gashes, some of which have already begun to scar. And the newer gashes had begun to bleed again, probably due to hurting the ground when he fell.
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Before he could worry too much about stopping the bleeding again, a few familiar cries would cause him to jerk his head up. And they all were. His Pokémon.
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Ignoring how damaged his body was, he ran towards his Pokémon, tripping over his feet a few times due to the state he was in, but managing to catch himself before he could fall.
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Throwing himself at his Pokémon, he would hold each of them close as he basked in their presence once more. He was especially happy to see Rook, who had been his rock through so much. Celestia would only allow this for so long before she decided she needed to set him up to fight.
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As Celestia’s Heal Pulse washed over him, he breathed a sigh of relief. Sure, it didn’t fully heal him, but it did heal him enough that there was no longer any fear of collapsing. Especially not from blood loss since it stopped his injuries from bleeding once more.
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Giving each of his Pokémon a one-last hug, he would return his Pokémon to their pokeballs once he had them in his possession, with the exception of Volt, whom he decided to keep by his side.
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