He hadn't thought of that. He grinned to her, glad he had someone sharp with him to get through this. "Great idea. I still have a potion on me; was saving it in case there was more trouble but it looks like we got a breather."
At the end of the belt he stepped off lightly, under a harsh, bald lightbulb. It really showed the various cuts and blood stains on his face from being attacked by various Rocket Pokemon. That Honchkrow had definitely cut deep; most of it would heal but it would take a bit of time.
He rummaged in his bag to find the potion; his pokeballs had been tucked in there, stuffed right at the bottom. He was sick of people trying to snatch them off his belt.
(bit of a retcon because of fightos but feel free to pass it if you like!)
At the end of the belt he stepped off lightly, under a harsh, bald lightbulb. It really showed the various cuts and blood stains on his face from being attacked by various Rocket Pokemon. That Honchkrow had definitely cut deep; most of it would heal but it would take a bit of time.
He rummaged in his bag to find the potion; his pokeballs had been tucked in there, stuffed right at the bottom. He was sick of people trying to snatch them off his belt.