And, I'm back for chapter ten!
Wait. What? Chapter ten is already out? WHAT? Oh no...
Ack! He wasn't bluffing... And he's somehow smart enough to make it a permanent upload...
Whatever. So, in the chapter you didn't read, Gavin and Kiriel defeated a ton of Team Rocket goons, with some battles. Their pokemon leveled up.
Handy, I get to skip writing the part I didn't really feel like writing...
Funny how that works out...
Anyway. Time for chapter 11!
---/Kiriel/XI/Kiriel/---
"Hf..." My pidgeot flies in front of me, as I sprint away from the pokemon behind us, Gavin keeping pace beside me.
"That... Was a mistake, I think," he comments.
"No, really?" We'd happened upon yet another Team Rocket group, and were beginning to get lazy.
So far, we'd had no problems, and there was no reason why this time would be different. So, we sprinted in front of the group, not bothering to conceal ourselves, a precaution we had taken up till then, and were about to attack, when they threw pokeballs.
It became evident very quickly that there were actually experienced people in Team Rocket.
*Everyone Gasps*
And here we were, running for our lives.
Who knew Team Rocket could be so influential on people's sprinting ability?
"Hff... Hff... You should probably... Recall... Hff... Your pokemon... Hff..." Gavin says, much more fit than me, obviously.
"Hff... Hff... I... Hfffffff shou- hff... should d-hff.... hfff hfff hfff do th- hff hff... that..." I feel like throwing up. Juuust great.
I spend more energy, and press the center button on Pidgeot's new pokeball, which seems to be a much more efficient, powerful version - a good'ol hand-me-down from Team Rocket. Pidgeot is speedily absorbed into it, as I realize I can no longer see Gavin. He was a little bit ahead of me, but whe-
I'm flung to the side, as something grabs my ankle.
"Ac-"
That something interupts me, shoving his hand over my mouth, and pulling me to the side, behind a large tree.
"Shh," Gavin says quietly, as we listen to the horde of Team Rocket goons run by our hiding spot.
"Run faster, idiot!"
"You run faster!"
"Where is he!? I can't see him!?"
"No duh, Bob, you're like half blind!"
"Whatever, Bobby!"
"Wow, total de ja vou*T..." I whisper.
*Sorry, no accents.
"Huh?" Gavin looks at me quizzically.
"Uh... Never mind," I reply.
"Whatever. Let's get outta here."
We get up, and run the opposite way of the Team Rocket goons.
We were safe - for now. But how were we supposed to save the world?
"Okay. Here's an idea. For now, I'm guessing Team Rocket has been putting off attacking the Pokemon League HQ."
"But weren't we just there?" I ask.
