He smiled to himself and began to assess the situation. He was completely immobile from the waist down, Rocky and Bobcat were not. Rocky however, was not fit for this upcoming battle and she knew it. No naughty business this time– the seedot was considering running a beeline in the opposite direction. It was a peculiar sight to see that the nut was actually afraid of something, so to prevent her from running away, Paul rolled his shoulders and got into a position where he could snatch her up into his arms without getting her stuck in the spinarak fibers.
“Yeah, it’s cool, man. Don’t like creepy crawlies, I get it.” He then kissed her on the top of her stem and proceeded to return her to her PokéBall where the chance of being eaten was greatly reduced, then decided to give the old slowpoke a try. The NetBall popped to the ground, Sebastien yawned and looked nonchalantly at the swarms of arachnids that surrounded him then looked up at his trainer, ready to take orders and slowly execute them.
Bobcat was ready too, and showed it by jumping onto Seb and carefully digging her claws into him. Of course, she didn’t get a reaction until about five seconds later, and even then it was slow and not very dramatic. However, it did startle Sebastien enough to bring them closer to the spiders, which spooked the meowth and inched the slowpoke closer again. An excellent battle strategy!
“Aw, you guys are all set,” Paul said with a smile, being as enthusiastic as he could be in his situation. “Bobcat, you can scratch and bite and growl like you do and Seb, uh… tackle the big red one, then, then yawn at him! Oh, and don’t… don’t let them near me, please.” The slowpoke nodded and the meowth unsheathed her claws. This forest scrap was going to be a doozy.