Things had gone from bad, to "oh s**t we're ********." The gusts of air had left the young trainer pinned against the wall, fighting for her balance. Her meowth was faring very worse than she was. The initial gale had caught the feline of guard, and the poor thing had been lifted off Zoey's back to latch onto the debris behind her. But to add insult to injury, a large hunk of debri caught Spook in the face, effectively defeating any fight left in him.
"Spook," Zoey cried, attempting to fight the wind to reach him. A glance behind her confirmed that the other trainer was fleeing, and Zoey took that as a good sign to leave as well. "Come on boy," she said, soothing her beaten companion as she scooped him into her arms, "We're getting out of here."
Spook (0/800 HP)
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