Trainer: Zayna
Team: Charmander (Blaze), Pidgey (Freya), Roggenrola (Critter)
Currently: Attempting capture
Quote:
Originally Posted by Pokemon Trainer Sarah
Official's Post:
Nincada looks up at you. You must look pretty scary to such a tiny bug. "Nin nin," the thing cries and begins to thrash about. The poor thing must be traumatised and has gone into full on survival mode.
You jump back. The Nincada continues to thrash about fearfully. Every time you approach it scuttles further backwards. There's no way you can get close enough to calm it down...
You remember something about Pokeballs being able to calm Pokemon by bonding them with humans... at least, you think you remember. Maybe it's worth a try?!
Wild Nincada appeared! Write a paragraph about the battle if you wanna catch it!
Thrashing about.
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“Oh, come on! I was just trying to help you out!” I threw my hands up as the bug started freaking out.
It responded by flipping dirt up into our faces.
“Ugh,” I grunted, taking a step back as I wiped away the dirt. So much for rescuing… Still, I’d better at least try this thing that I may or may not remember. Have I mentioned how much it stinks to lose your memory?
“Okay, Freya!” I called to my bird Pokémon. She responded quickly, flapping out into the battleground. “Stop it from running away—use Gust, now!”
The bug screeched in fright as my bird approached it. It started scuttling away, but Freya moved too quickly though the air; she sailed in front of it and started flapping her wings, blowing it backwards with a blast of wind. The bug landed on its back. Its legs kicked furiously as it stuck, but after a moment of struggling it rolled back onto its feet. Instead of fleeing, it retaliated. Jumping at Freya, it slashed at her with its thick front legs.
Freya flapped backwards, trying to dodge the attacks, but the Nincada kept coming. Its claws sliced through her feathers, leaving a shallow cut across her chest.
“Freya!” I called out in alarm.
The bird squawked and batted the bug away with her wings. She stood ready and determined, looking hardly bothered by the wound. I still felt concern, but I could tell by the look in her eye that she wasn’t ready to back down now—and certainly not to a bug Pokémon.
“All right,” I grunted to myself. Louder, I ordered, “Quick Attack!”
My bird called out in affirmation before swooping towards the Nincada in a blur of feathers. Unable to escape, the bug tumbled backwards—right towards me.
Now was my chance! Taking a Poké Ball from my bag, I took aim at the bug and tossed it through the air…