A low rumbling growl before the sudden release of a bark had suggested that this was Poochy 2 that he had out, which had been the one that he caught and not the one he got from his sibling. Its eyes were trained on one particular direction, though when Kyle had his light directed to that particular spot, he had found nothing but more rocks. Incessant barking ensued, which had only confused the Poochyena's trainer.

"...Is something wrong?"

He directed the light to other directions, but found nothing significant. He flashed it back to his Poochyena, who still was not calming down with fur bristling. Kyle had not felt any danger despite his Pokemon's precaution, but then again, their intuitions were usually better than his.

"That? You want that thing gone, right?" Kyle pointed his finger to the particular spot that his Poochyena had been wary at, to which the Dark-type nodded its head in approval. A sigh was all he could muster, not having realized that arguing with his own Pokemon had been unnecessary as it is. He took out his Rhyhorn from its confinement, scratching the back of his head as he tried to act on something he wasn't aware of.

"Bulldoze."

On the hindsight, ordering a Ground-type move in a cave system wasn't the smartest idea he had. His Rhyhorn stomped its feet on the ground, shooting a wave of sorts on the ground from the user to the general area that his Poochyena had been worrying at. A cry sounded from its direction, to which a Geodude finally revealed itself among the pile of rocks on the corner. Without any second thought of it, Kyle ordered a second barrage of Bulldoze, knocking the Rock-type out.

"Good job, good job," his rather unenthusiastic praise went as returned his Rhyhorn back to its ball after it has done the job. He had no idea that it had been there, but whatever. It'll live, probably.

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"So, you're fine now, right?"

He turned to look back at his Poochyena, having disposed of the Pokemon that the Dark-type deemed as a threat. The canine's actions seemed to contradict the bold expression he puts up though. Stern and serious, all while clinging onto on Kyle's legs, Poochy 2 stared up the ceiling and uttered a bark. Following his Pokemon's gaze, Kyle angled his neck only to be met with dirt falling from above and onto his face.

"Meh. We'll live. Probably."

The possibility of a cave-in shouldn't be happening, he guessed. It had been housing multiple Ground-types anyways, and its structure wasn't sound, it would've happened years earlier.

He cleared his eyes from the debris as he moved, still assured by the surveillance that having Poochy 2 around brought him. He was more reliable than his Electrike in this regard, he supposed. Kyle could feel his Poochyena's fur bristling, and as soon as he was done, he stopped from his tracks and lit the path ahead. A Diglett was on their path, to which they could ignore at any given moment.

"You should really grow up, Poochy Two," he'd lecture as he released his Rhyhorn once again.

Kyle figured he just has to show his Dark-type that its fears shouldn't be worried about. The cave was structurally rigid and it shouldn't collapse with just a few shakes on the ground. A battle with a Diglett should be able to produce some tectonic activity. If they were gonna get buried alive, this would be that one thing that will do it.

"Keep Bulldozing, Rhy."

The ground shook once more as his Rhyhorn had directed its attack at the Diglett, still blinded by the sudden light that the torch brought to its usually pitch black environment. It felt dirty to use such methods, but it wasn't like it was illegal to do so. If questioned, he'd just say that he had to use it to navigate through the darkness.

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Eventually, the volume of dusts falling from the cavern ceiling increased with every small quake that his Rhyhorn produced. They weren't big and destructive, but with its effects accumulated, they would eventually bring a minor disturbance into a butterfly effect that could cause the cave-in he actually believed won't happen. Small pieces of rocks fell, and flocks of Zubats started to fly overhead.

"You're going back," he ordered quite nervously, recalling his Rhyhorn back to its ball.

Kyle started walking in a much faster pace, with his Poochyena trying to match the wider strides his trainer could take. "You still remember the way out, right?" he'd ask the Dark-type, to which the canine would bark in approval. "Lead the way." While Kyle had trusted his sense of direction, he'd rather trust his Poochyena's better senses when it came to navigating a dark cave system to which he had difficulty remembering landmarks.

The urgency to escape grew more as some of the Zubat started flying lower and closer to them. "Can you fend these off? Thanks." He'd release his Electrike, landing on the ground with a triumphant smile, which immediately got replaced with a nervous expression as soon as he saw one particular Zubat swoop in close to him.

Instinctively, he zapped the winged creature with electricity with Discharge. Excess bolts of electricity had spread throughout the spacious area above them, bring the attention of the rest of the Zubat to them. "That's more provoking them than fending off," Kyle grumbled, who still had his eyes on the dimly lit road and had only heard the commotion consisting of an increased number of flapping wings. The trainer turned, motioning his Pokemon to catch up to them.

"Leave the rest be. We're going."

They wouldn't be able to deal with that number regardless of the type advantage they had, bringing them to the only option of escaping the whole situation. At least his Poochyena was now ahead of him and does not seem to be slowing down any time soon. He'd just have to hope that it would actually lead them to an exit instead of a dead end.

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