The entire thing was starting to get uneventful. It was exciting at first, though the novelty quickly grew old and soon enough, the mysterious wall symbols had gotten repetitive. His Poochyena still remained upbeat for some reason however, but then again, he doesn't even bother to look at the ruins' main attraction.

Eyes were starting to droop when from straining them too much in the dark when he was met with a sudden bark, quickly waking his systems up. Up ahead was a green round bird, small, brightly colored and perfectly spherical that Kyle had always seen them in children's books. He also knew that they tend to be creepy, and while he'd wanted to leave it alone, as it was already staring back at them, his Poochyena would rather not.

Looking at the smaller figure beside him, he could see the sense of longing in its eyes. He experienced them puppy dog eyes that it virtually had no effect on Kyle anymore, most especially whenever it came from his Pokemon. Still, he supposed there was nothing to be lost with allowing him to enjoy this.

"Well, I shouldn't be killing the mood, right?"

Poochy 1 howled in agreement, hyping himself up in addition to officially challenging the Natu across the corridor. The sounds of fervor that he released, however, was not reciprocated by the opposing party and simply did nothing. Whether it ignored the Poochyena or simply was anticipating its next move before attempting its own, Poochy 1 did what he always did best, which was to charge straight at it.

The even flooring felt nice on his paws and the lack of hindrances that would stop him from his tracks made the Poochyena felt better with the sprint. He lowered his head as he ran, attempting to ram it straight to the smaller Pokemon, not even noticing the shadows that came from its attack. The Natu's attempt to protect itself would prove itself futile in the end, however.

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Poochy 1's final attack on the Natu threw the small bird back into the shadows of the corridors of the ruins. Shining his light to where he supposed it landed, he found not a single trace of the defeated Pokemon. Kyle figured it must have teleported away or something, since Psychic-types were tricky like that. They usually don't follow the conventional means of battling and rely on abilities that seem supernatural for others. He could live with it, he supposed.

In place of the Natu, Kyle found something else entirely. A sleeping figure, brightly colored in yellow, floated in front of them. He knew Abra were supposed to be unconscious or something, not to mention the wild ones typically have no means to defend themselves from an attack beyond teleporting themselves away. If this wasn't the perfect opponent for a specific Pokemon he'd like to level up, he would've let Poochy 1 do his work once again.

"We're letting Poochy 2 take this one," he announced. There was shock in Poochy 1's expression, though he eventually understood what his trainer wanted and backed off.

Releasing his other Poochyena, Poochy 2 seemed to be lost for a moment, the Ruins of Alph being a place he has yet to visit, but eventually reoriented himself properly. Glancing at his trainer, who wordlessly ordered him to attack the Abra with a motion of his head, Poochy 2 readied himself for the task.

Lowering his shackles and wiggling his butt, he readied for a pounce and threw himself at the Abra, only to find the Psychic-type suddenly gone from his trajectory. A quick glance behind him, he found his opponent and made a quick readjustment, making a second Tackle and finally hitting it. Soon after the attack connected, Poochy 2 would find the Abra at another location. The battle would be annoying, but nonetheless, favored for Poochy 2.

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Poochy 2 eventually collapsed on the ground, not from taking any damage from the Pokemon it was trying to defeat, but from chasing the teleporting Pokemon multiple times with his little legs. Although he eventually won the battle, the look on its face did not seem to be the one who'd celebrate the victory with joy and contempt.

Poochy 1 pawed playfully at its fallen friend, patting the other Poochyena's head with his paw as Poochy 2 drawled all over the floor, tongue out and tail flat of the ground. Being a creature with a normal amount of energy levels compared to Poochy 1, Poochy 2 couldn't retaliate at the minor annoyance that his friend was doing and simply ignored him for the most part. Kyle shook his head as he reached for Poochy 2's Pokeball, recalling him to safety.

"Well, we'll be going soon anyways." A whine of protest came from the remaining Dark-type, its eyes doing that weird cute effect that they always do when they want something. Rolling his eyes, Kyle searched for a random Pokemon in the vicinity and pointed at it immediately. "There. Go do something about that."

A Girafarig was there, though Kyle had no idea why it was deep beneath the ruins anyways. He supposed he couldn't complain about it since it came at a convenient timing. As soon as its tail saw the Poochyena, who started charging at it as soon as Kyle gave the command, the Girafarig turned to exhibit its psychic powers at it, but to no avail. Suddenly facing the fact that it cannot use its best move on it, the Girafarig panicked and came tackling it back.

Using his smaller size, Poochy 1 stooped in low, evading the Girafarig's main body, before lunging forward for its neck with his fangs. Surprised by the sudden jolt of pain, the Girafarig stepped back and fell on its own weight, its head landing with a loud thump on the floor as it fell unconscious.

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