Again.
And again and again! Why couldn't he win? He felt so weak. At first he though things would change when he evolved, but no. They lost. Again and again.
The pidgeotto glided on heavy wings towards the trainer box, regardless of weather the zubat was clinging to him or not. He felt like he was falling in slow motion, like trickling honey he felt his consciousness drip away from him.
He managed to catch a glimpse of his trainer. She was hold that stupid ball again, ready to return him. She look just chipper compared to him. She wasn't the one fighting these losing battles. She was holding him back!
His green eyes watched the beam of red light crawl towards him, and as much as he fought the blackness on the edges of his sight he just couldn't win another losing battle.
Sienna spoke to the pokeball, not knowing at all what her pokemon was feeling, "You were great! We almost had them that time!". She thanked her opponent, regardless that she was a rocket. She seemed okay, and maybe once she got a little older she would see how evil that organization was. Sienna headed to the pokemon center, Frey's safariball in hand not knowing the resentment her pokemon had in state of unconsciousness.
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