[ Snorlax is still against the other pokémon after the attack, shifting up his body back onto his feet slowly and groggily. He can't keep his concentration even though he's trying, and even though that damned face gives him a good reason to grab for both of Nidoking's ears to rip them right off --
But he doesn't get to do that, and neither does Nidoking or Giovanni get to see him fall before Red recalls him back into his ball, enough being enough.
He holds Snorlax in a clenched hand, feeling the pokémon's anger for himself. They had been training for weeks here, but Giovanni was so much further than them. Was he always this good? Or was it a case of time?
The fact was, either way, he was better. They still weren't there.
He clips Snorlax's pokéball back, grabbing the last one on his belt and sending out Venusaur. ]
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But he doesn't get to do that, and neither does Nidoking or Giovanni get to see him fall before Red recalls him back into his ball, enough being enough.
He holds Snorlax in a clenched hand, feeling the pokémon's anger for himself. They had been training for weeks here, but Giovanni was so much further than them. Was he always this good? Or was it a case of time?
The fact was, either way, he was better. They still weren't there.
He clips Snorlax's pokéball back, grabbing the last one on his belt and sending out Venusaur. ]
Pick your next pokémon!
[ This wasn't over yet. ]