As the Feraligatrs close in on Red, a gentle hand hovers over his leg. Almost immediately, his surroundings shift, blurring and speeding past his eyes as he is teleported away. While he hasn't moved far, it's far enough to put him out of the direct line of the rampaging Pokemon.
Standing between them now is a woman, hair tied in a ponytail and straw hat sitting firmly on her head. Dressed in a simple pink sundress, a Katana sits at her side, still in its sheath. Standing beside her are an Azumarill and a Mawile, a Beautifly hovering closely overhead.
The same gentle, now glowing, hand of the Kirlia who plucked him from danger hovering over Red's ankle, a bit of the pain begins to ease.
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As the Feraligatrs close in on Red, a gentle hand hovers over his leg. Almost immediately, his surroundings shift, blurring and speeding past his eyes as he is teleported away. While he hasn't moved far, it's far enough to put him out of the direct line of the rampaging Pokemon.
Standing between them now is a woman, hair tied in a ponytail and straw hat sitting firmly on her head. Dressed in a simple pink sundress, a Katana sits at her side, still in its sheath. Standing beside her are an Azumarill and a Mawile, a Beautifly hovering closely overhead.
The same gentle, now glowing, hand of the Kirlia who plucked him from danger hovering over Red's ankle, a bit of the pain begins to ease.