big couldn't tell if he was being serious or not about the whole kov isn't wigging out thing. the man had recently been stolen away from the safety of his home, virtually a solitary confinement of his own volition, so it was probably safe to bet this was sarcasm. but still, the way they were able to talk about this man as if he wasn't probably scratching ancient hieroglyphs into the walls to appeal to a ghostly, psychic alien was a little odd. big allowed himself to be chill about it, though, his nerves still more rattled by the poignant rejection he faced moments ago than they were by the idea of kov running off into the streets and getting tragically lost at a dairy queen or some shit.

wingull screeched at the sight of two pokemon 20 feet away, both of which were stalking through the grass a duo. big didn't recognize either pokemon, but one was obviously some sort of dog and the other looked like a toddler superhero whose powers were that of an electrical outlet. "looks like we don't have a choice either way about the pokemon thing... i'll take the shitter on the left," he referred, of course, to the electrike. wingull's eyes narrowed and big pulled his cap down tighter on the top of his head.

his focus was immediately broken as he looked over to agito one last time before engaging in this combat with the little shits across the way, breaking all tension that might have hung between the ready-to-pounce wild pokemon and the defensive wingull. "hey uh kov had a pokemon with him, right?" it occurred to big that maybe kov ran further into the wild and might have faced a similar dilemma they now did -- the always-present threat of wild pokemon coming by to fuck his shit up.

as soon as big finished his thought, the electrike charged forward to tackle into his wingull. "wingull, agility!" big half-yelled -- more out of trainer cliche than anything else, wingull was only a few feet away. the result was one of those 'pictures taken moments before disaster' images, with wingull glowing with a blue energy as it's limbered up and prepared to get faster but did not react immediately to the electrike slamming into it with its tackle.

wingull was knocked back into the grass right in front of big, which made his half-yell even more unneccessary as he roared out his next command, "get up, wingull, and fuck him up with water gun!" wingull shook its little body to rid itself of dirt, flapping back into the air and launching a retaliatory water gun straight into the dome of electrike. the small dog looking ass thing was irritated in the way that getting shot with water in the face was traditionally irritating, but also apparently took damage.

big's hand had come off the crumpled up paper into a little fist pump in front of him. "now air cutter!" electrike, still shaking water off its malformed head, was caught off guard by the next attack by the speed-boosted wingull. wingull swooped just over the electrike's head, using the technique air cutter which caused the air generated by this swoop to be razor sharp, simultaneously scratching up the electrike and sending a few pieces of cut grass into the air. the seagull pokemon kept flying upward after this swoop, side-eyeing the electrike which was shaken up but still standing.

the dog leaned back onto its hind legs, electricity arcing around its body. "oh. its an electric type." big said to himself. he had hoped the yellow coloring and the jagged fur of the creature was an allusion to something other than lightning, but now that he realized what kind of pokemon this was he was honestly a little impressed by how cool the thing was. unfortunately, the more pressing issue was that electricity didn't seem like the kind of thing wingull would be down to face-tank.

bursting from the grass, the dog soared into the air, leaving behind an electric trail. it collided with his wingull, sending a jolt through the pokemon as its move, spark, connected. wingull hit the grass with a thud, smoking slightly from the blast of electricity that had just struck it. big ran over to it, lifting its little body up and holding it in his hands. the pokemon's eyes were still straight lines, luckily, yet to be reduced to the swirly-pattern of faintedness. it was definitely hurt, though. electrike landed on the ground opposite big and wingull, sizing up its opponent once more, even as it was now protected by a big man.

"listen, uh... use roost, okay?" big spoke in his normal voice, this time. he set the wingull back down on the grass, on which it rested and gained a slight white-ish glow. the smoke that issued from wingull's feathers ceased and the wingull, while not good-as-new, was definitely in a much better condition. the electrike wasn't willing to let this thing get back up into the air again, though, and charged forward once more with a second attempt at spark to finish up the slightly-healed bird type.

this, however, the seagull pokemon was more ready for. it took to the air, dodging the electric-infused tackle which may very well have incapacitated it. big felt an immediate boost of adrenaline. his wingull, which was a new companion which had proven to be a great, albeit quiet, companion to fish was, apparently could hold her own in combat as well. "alright wingull! use, uh-- whatever else you got!"

wingull, as a personal rule, followed orders. that's what she was best at, after all, being a pokemon, was listening to big, even if he admittedly wasn't the best person to listen to. but, in this instance, she had a bit of creative liberty to whatever came naturally. and that was a water gun from above the dog, a high pressurized blast that pushed the pokemon against the dirt and grass. the pokemon whined, barking its name out at the wingull. what it said in pokespeak roughly translated to calling wingull a dirty cheaper, or maybe a traitor for having a trainer help her, or something close enough to that.

electing to switch it up, the electrike jumped straight up into the air trying to catch wingull this time with a non-electric tackle. sub-optimal to say the least, especially when after the impact the pokemon fell back down to the earth with a thud. wingull's left wing was injured but, able to stall in the air a little longer, it turned to the fallen electrike. "alright, let's air cut this dude!"

and air cut this dude(?) it did. the electrike fainted, on its back in the grass, quite embarrassingly in its fight against the highly disadvantaged bird. wingull managed, with her barely functioning left wing, get over to big before crash landing. big caught the bird.

he laid the wingull on the grass, digging briefly through his bag and procuring a singular potion. he sprayed the pokemon's wing until it was just about good as new, recovering some of the pokemon's health in the meantime. he had been on his knees to do this, hunched over his pokemon as if performing emergency surgery or cpr -- except all he was doing was aerosol-ing his creature to perfect health. big dusted off his knees, getting back to his feet and looking back over to see how agito and growlithe were able to fare against their opponent.

ooc: wingull and electrike duke it out, wingull barely winning with a well-timed roost and, subsequently, a dodge. not trying to catch it. 2 levels for wingull. 1256 words.
team: level 7 wingull
tagged: Agito Holt