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Having had a similar reaction to Rook's, Adam stood tensely as the quick ball wiggled. When it stopped, holding still, he felt oddly... Let down, but thrilled. Shocked? Too many emotions. Chocking down a laugh, he nodded in agreement with the Elites and waited until their say so to run off in the direction of the Jet, even if he really wanted to bolt right then and there.

"Whoa. Nice job, KO," the grunt congratulated him, hardly daring to believe what had happened himself. Were Quick Balls really that powerful? Crazy.

"Thanks, Agent Frost," he said, returning the one he'd borrowed to its rightful owner. "Guess we shouldn't be needing these anymore."

Grinning with relief, he raced the others back toward the aircraft. He'd have to remember to thank the Haunter that had carried him out of harm's way, too. Not that he wanted to make a habit of flying by Ghost-type.

Jerome sighed, shifting to take a seat on Turret's head, as the massive Metagross let out her usual chirping alarm.
Bro materialized next to the gangster, arms crossed with a cocky grin on his face.
lifting up his fist to bump it with the Gengar, he glanced over at the others as they celebrated

Before long the hum of life returned to the surrounding forest and with it the sound of birds chirping and small pokemon rustling through the underbrush... Except the sound of rustling rose in volume ever more until a horde of Nidoran of both genders burst through the bushes in front of the Rockets, stamping their small feet and baring their little horns. One of them shouted.





All of the little poison-types ran towards the group at once, aiming a variety of attacks at them.

"Ignore them!" Claire shouted to the team as she picked up her pace to run past one, even as it Scratched her leg and drew blood. "Ignore them and just run!"

((Including this post, there will be three of these in total!))

Frost had been planning to get back onto Koios but the Metagross had finally collapsed without him noticing; he returned the steel type with a frown to displeasure and took off after Claire.

Noise... Pokémon noise... Then, Nidorans!

"What the frak?" Tambrey blinked, watching the horde of little poison types appear, and being somewhat fascinated...
What an interesting reaction... If only they could stay and study this... See what they did; what Xerneas' sudden absence meant for the behavior of the wild pokémon here.
She had slowed her running to peer at them, but resumed as Claire shouted, and picked up the pace again. Picking up her pace further as a Poison Sting whistled past her ear. Okay, research could take a back seat!

Clancy felt scratches and sharp pains... in his rear end. His left butt cheek to be exact.
"Oi! Gerroff!" Another stinging sensation was felt in his arm. "Go away ya bloody awful spikerats! Piss off!" He was running as fast as he could, but he'd still not really managed to dodge much of the attacks that had been sent his way.

It didn't take long at all for the Rockets to run through Route 11, skirt around Geosenge Town and return to Route 10. If all went well, they'd be back safe and sound in the jet in no time. That capture had been so quick, so easy.

But nothing was ever that easy, was it?

The area was steadily filling with the sounds of pokemon, and none of the voices were particularly pleasant. A group of Houndour and Electrike jumped out of the tall grass and the bushes as the Rockets approached, the pokemon growling and breathing fire or sparking electricity in their anger. Their group was at least twice the size of that of the Nidoran, and they seemed more powerful and more determined to assault the group of Rockets.









The group of pokemon rushed at the Rockets with fangs bared, ready to attack with fang, claw, or the elements to avenge the fairy legend.

Again Claire addressed the group, "Ignore these ones too! Just--ow!" She stumbled a bit as one bit her leg, and another aimed an electric attack at her, but she quickly recovered and kept running while blood trickled down her legs from the attacks.

"Can anyone hear these guys well enough to tell what their goddamn problem is?!" Rook called to the team, gritting her teeth as she punched a leaping Houndour in its open mouth, deflecting the fire-type but tearing her hand on its teeth in the process.