themightydoof
Dozy
Jonathan had just finished making notes of he Misdraveus that he and Darren had found after a lengthy period of searching. That wasn't to say that they hadn't found any other nocturnal Pokemon, far from it. It was just that this was the first one that hadn't been scared away by their not exactly quiet movement (Darren wasn't entirely responsible for this, but he shouldered most of the blame. It was almost precisely after he had ended the final word he was writing that a flock of Murkrow came speeding towards them. Jonathan's initial reaction was simply freezing. Years of spoiled upbringing had not prepared him for unexpected scary situations like this one. Darren, however, had no such issues.
"Ha ha ha! It looks like these guys want a battle!" he shouted, leaping up in the bird's direct path, dropping a half finished Misdraveus sketch and pulling a Pokeball from his belt.
"What?" said Jonathan, pulled out of his stillness by the newly arisen problem of Darren being an idiot. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
He reached out to stay Darren's arm but wasn't fast enough to stop him throwing a Pokeball which released Zen the Meditite. Even with his limited experience, Jonathan felt that he could fairly accurately predict the outcome of a showdown between one Fight/Psychic type and roughly forty Flying/Dark types. Sure enough, Darren's Pokemon was KO'd when five of the Murkrow flew ahead of the flock and hit it simultaneously with attacks that Jonathan didn't recognise.
Darren returned his Pokemon to its Pokeball dejectedly. This time Jonathan wasted no time, he grabbed Darren and pulled him away from the angry Murkrow, shouting:
"Run!"
They did so, and the Murkrow followed, the whole flock chasing them relentlessly. Jonathan knew that there would be no point in trying to fight them, especially seeing as both his Pokemon had a weakness to Dark. In any case, he was far too scared. All his other thoughts were just his fear rationalising itself. So they ran.
"Ha ha ha! It looks like these guys want a battle!" he shouted, leaping up in the bird's direct path, dropping a half finished Misdraveus sketch and pulling a Pokeball from his belt.
"What?" said Jonathan, pulled out of his stillness by the newly arisen problem of Darren being an idiot. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
He reached out to stay Darren's arm but wasn't fast enough to stop him throwing a Pokeball which released Zen the Meditite. Even with his limited experience, Jonathan felt that he could fairly accurately predict the outcome of a showdown between one Fight/Psychic type and roughly forty Flying/Dark types. Sure enough, Darren's Pokemon was KO'd when five of the Murkrow flew ahead of the flock and hit it simultaneously with attacks that Jonathan didn't recognise.
Darren returned his Pokemon to its Pokeball dejectedly. This time Jonathan wasted no time, he grabbed Darren and pulled him away from the angry Murkrow, shouting:
"Run!"
They did so, and the Murkrow followed, the whole flock chasing them relentlessly. Jonathan knew that there would be no point in trying to fight them, especially seeing as both his Pokemon had a weakness to Dark. In any case, he was far too scared. All his other thoughts were just his fear rationalising itself. So they ran.