"Oh, that..."

He knew of that fact that Frederick pointed out to him. Somewhere by the outskirts of town, or even by the main path would've been the best as only the adventurous, inexperienced wild Pokemon tend to travel near paths that trainers frequent. Regardless, the choice to come to this place was by choice. He had the Pokemon to protect him and his Venipede should push comes to shove after all, and besides, Venipede wasn't the only one he has in his possession that could deal with the Grass-types.

"...Yeah, I'll keep that in mind."

Kyle came here thinking that having his Venipede fight stronger opponents, albeit being weakened by his other Pokemon first, would get the Bug-type to grow faster. While that was how it worked in most video games that he has played, it certainly was not showing up based on the results in practice. He'd point out any countermeasures he had prepared for the worst, but decided against it should that lead to an argument. Frederick already seemed like a decent person, and he'd rather not have any discord with him at any point.

His Venipede wasn't as receptive as his other Pokemon, he observed, as it didn't even seem to notice the Tropius closing in on them like the Nidorino. The wild Pokemon was big and large, although Kyle was certain that his Electrike could handle it. His hand instinctively reached out for his Electrike's Pokeball before stopping with Frederick's statement. Although small, it still packed quite a punch with its super effective moves against it. Then again, he wasn't sure if bringing it out was necessary if Frederick said he could handle it.

He eased himself from tensing, somewhat calmed by the prowess that the Monferno was showing as it fought the Tropius. Despite how much attention the larger Pokemon brought to itself, Kyle forced himself to focus on the task at hand, which was to get his Venipede to a much more usable level. For that to happen though, they still needed to dispatch the Cherubi that had bounced off the Flying-type. At least the whole commotion had split it up from the Tropius, allowing him to have an easy time trying to get his Venipede to knock it out without any more intervention.

"You heard what he said." Kyle wasn't sure if his Bug-types expression portrayed itself unimpressed and disinterested, or if it simply has that kind of face and it can't be helped. Nudging it closer to the injured Cherubi, who still was limping both from the burns it suffered as well as the fall, the Venipede would finally move forward towards the injured Grass-type. "Poison Sting."

The simple command had brought the Centipede Pokemon to release a spray of purple needles from its mouth, pelting the hurt Grass-type with what harmless attacks it could muster against it. The Monferno already did a number on it though, and with its help, even the Cherubi found it difficult to stand up and prepare for its counterattack. Trying to stand up on its feet, its cheeks ballooned up as it spat seeds on the Bug-type.

While it was harmless at first, the seeds were quick to grow and took no more than a moment to sprout its roots around the Venipede, gradually sapping its energy and transferring them to the Cherubi. The wild Pokemon, however, needed more energy to sustain itself than what was being drained from Kyle's Venipede, and as such, could not recover as quickly as it hoped for.

"Finish it off. Bug Bite."

With the Grass-type staggering on its feet, Kyle's Pokemon easily managed to latch on to the Cherubi. It cried, most probably from panic, as the insect's legs crawled over its lush body. The volume of its cry only increased when it sunk its mouth on it, the Cherubi finally falling onto its face to the ground. At least the Venipede did not continue latching onto its target this time like it did to the Budew.

"That was, uh, surprising," he'd comment, turning just in time to see the Monferno defeating the Tropius. "I don't think it's a good idea to stay then. Protectors get their own lackeys or something to sic at us, right?" That's how it works on some games, and even if he discounted himself referencing them, it was still alright to assume that some of the wild life had some kind of ranking system regardless of how pointless that was.

Still, he wasn't serious about all of it.

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