"Alright Chomp, that was perfect. You knocked it around a little bit, but you took a little damage, and I think it's only gonna be worse the next time. So, let's try and catch this thing right here and now, before it gets worse for you. Chomp, I want you to hold back and be ready to move if it tries anything on you," I ordered Chomp, as much to its own benefit as mine. I didn't feel like having my mons get hurt. As such, I reached into my bag.
I pulled out another of the tiny spheres. But, unlike the last time, where it was a yellowish color, this one was pure, bright red all over the top with a white bottom and no markings. It was the standard, and cheapest, pokeball sold at the shop. The park ball was used for easier captures, such as one like this. So, I pressed the button, and watched in amazment, as I always do, as the tiny, small sphere expanded into one the size of my hand. I palmed it a little, waiting to get a right feel for it, then scanned the field for the Shellos. When I finally found it, a little beaten up and shaky, I cupped the ball in my hand, pulled my arm back, turned sideways, lifted my front leg, then stomped it to the ground as I leaned forward and tossed the ball as hard as I could straight at the Shellos, just like a baseball pitcher. I watched in awe as the ball soared as fast as it could, becoming a blur of red and white with a band of black between, right on a collision course with the Shellos, ready to shoot out a red laser and pull it inside, and hopefully hold it there until it calmed down enough to be proclaimed a successful capture.