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"Argh! Shut up for a while! I'm trying my best here!"

The voice rang in his head again. It was an illogical decision to take what Kyle had assumed to be hallucinations to be real, but the thought nonetheless seemed to be overpowered with a mixture of emotions. Annoyance came first, wanting unnecessary thoughts out of his head, followed by a tinge of curiosity, wondering if these were indeed baseless. He would say he'd feel bad for it too, though Kyle wasn't the type to admit that out loud.

Regardless, it was the only thing they had going for at the moment. Perhaps it was the link that would answer their questions about a way out of the island should they manage to locate the source. Of course, that was being optimistic, and Kyle wouldn't like to put his hopes up for it.

His attention would have to be directed to the current problem he has to face at the moment though. At that instance, Kyle and Poochy 2 were separated from Kyle's main attackers. It wasn't that far, but with the Crabrawler quickly closing in on him, every moment mattered.

"Trike, get Poochy One over here! Quick Attack!" He supposed this was one advantage of having his Pokemon at a much larger size. He'll worry about the negatives later.

It was Poochy 2 that had was bothered with the command more, mouth half opened when he heard the command. Poochy 1 seemed more than enthusiastic upon hearing it, tail wagging furiously amid wearing the cocky smirk on his face, while his Manectric's expression seemed to have grown more brighter, the playful sheen of his smile never really fading as the fight progressed. Kyle's approach never really fitted the two canine's styles, and so spirits are easily lifted once the commands start to sound more exciting.

While the Protect did block any retaliation, it appeared not to be as detrimental as Kyle's current predicament. As soon as the barrier dissipated, the Manectric quickly grabbed the Mightyena beside him on the scruff, rushing out of their location and barreling through any Crabrawler he would come across to. In a blink of an eye, Manectric had already travelled from point A to B, using the momentum and an abrupt stop to fling Poochy 1 towards the Pokemon closing in on Kyle.

"Play Rough!" Kyle commanded, inching away from the Crabrawlers aiming their Power-up Punch at him. Sending in his Dark-types against them wasn't smart, but it wasn't like he had a choice.

From the air, Poochy 1 came crashing onto the group of Crabrawler who focused on Kyle and Poochy 2 with their attack. In one aerobic action, the Mightyena hit one of the Crabrawlers from its blind side, dropping on it with a hip attack before swiping another one with his paw, generating smoke with each of his action and trying to get their attacks away from their intended targets. As soon as the heat was off of his trainer and him, Poochy 2 came in and followed up the attack with his own, rushing straight in on the cloud of smoke that formed, headbutting one of them as he pounced.

"Split them up from the others," he commanded his Manectric. "Discharge if you must."

He had thought of getting him to use Flamethrower, but the consequences of using it in a forest was severe. While Kyle had put up a condition for using the move, his Pokemon still decided to use it indiscriminately, releasing another round of electric attacks to the weakened wild Pokemon. Intuition told him that going for a Fire-type move would've resulted to an almost same ending, albeit with more smoke and deforestation.

He just needed to knock out about half of them before he can just brute force his way out, he supposed.

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He wanted to ask if they really stayed behind too long to actually take the bears down instead of just halting their movements. Was kiting a concept they haven't grasped yet? That was what he intended to do, and what he expected when he left the others to deal with them, but that apparently was not what had happened. It was too late to argue anyways, and he was pretty sure his input wouldn't have mattered when all of these people are all distracted from side quests instead of focusing on the main story line.

"That's what I've been trying to do!" he shouted to the others who thought that hurrying along was a new idea, "Clear a path so we can move toward that temple!"

He'd mention the bears once again and how much time and effort was spent there that they could've directed to the Crabrawlers instead, but that wouldn't change anything now. "You guys should really consider having priorities," he'd mutter under his breath, somewhat bitter about the turn of events. Defeating the bears was not as important as finding a base of operations to operate at, which was supposed to be the temple they spotted earlier.

All hell breaks loose the moment Kyle had tried to rely on his final gambit. His Mightyena were hurt pretty badly accounting the wild Pokemon's type advantages while the friendly fire from his Manectric's Discharge was unavoidable when he doesn't want to accidentally burn the whole forest up with Flamethrower. He tried to get away from the chaos, but was inevitably caught up by a blow on his arm. He bit his lip as he endured the pain, teeth cutting through the skin as it bled lightly, as he tried to get enough distance from himself and the wild Pokemon with a kick, stumbling backwards clumsily.

Even in this scenario, spirits dropped when he supposed he was the expendable one in this group. Others opted to help the trio who stayed behind instead of him who tried to delay the advancements of the crabs that would inevitably sandwich their group and block their way forward at the same time. Going back just in time to steal his kills were nothing new, he supposed.

With his undamaged hand clutching his sprained arm, he moved forward as only two other Crabrawlers were taken down. There were only two others that was left unchecked, with a third one playing nice with that Yuki guy. He started moving forward as if disregarding the two of them, getting commands out in a calmer manner than what he showed just moments earlier.

"Trike!" he called, which the Manectric quickly turned his head around to face his trainer. "Quick Attack. Towards one of them. Just throw it further away, I guess."

"Poochy One, Two!" he turned, both of which struggled to go back to their feet. "You're both beaten up. Just gang up on the other. Play Rough. Poochy One, I trust you to put up a Protect whenever it's needed."

Kyle decided to limp forward towards the forest in the direction of where they last saw the temple was. Only two aggressive ones were left after all, and since those who dealt with the bears were returning, he supposed he could leave his Pokemon to do one last beat down before entrusting the rest to just make sure they get knocked down.

In a flash, the larger Manectric hurled his body towards the Crabrawler who managed to get the hit on his trainer, throwing the Pokemon a distance away from him. As soon as it was done, the Electric-type ran back to his trainer's side, a protective stance somehow overcoming the starter's once playful composition. "You better up your game in detecting any threats, alright," he'd warn his Manectric, who only replied with a lick to his face. A disgusting expression appeared on Kyle's face afterwards, unable to throw his hand at his Pokemon after his injury.

Both of his Mightyena jumped on the Crabrawler that was left after Manectric had managed to throw the other one away. Snarls and growls could be heard as the two ravaged the last one. Bites and claws, now fueled with fury, especially on Poochy 2's side, have gotten the Crabrawler ragged and damaged. Poochy 1, as Kyle had commanded, readied himself intently to pull out a Protect should an attack from the wild Pokemon happen.

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