[Armin readies himself, sliding one foot slightly back and putting his weight on it. When the pokemon comes shooting out of the cage, he catches it in his jacket, its thrashing about only helping to tangle it up further. He's lucky, really, that the poor thing is starved and tired, deprived and probably mistreated. It means even he can hold it, though it might be leaving a few bruises on his ribs.
He grunts slightly as he feels it struggle, trying to hold on until it stills. He doesn't really want to pull out his pokemon. Not only have they all had a long night already, after all the mistreatment that has been aimed at this poor creature, he doesn't want to start things off by attacking it immediately.]
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He grunts slightly as he feels it struggle, trying to hold on until it stills. He doesn't really want to pull out his pokemon. Not only have they all had a long night already, after all the mistreatment that has been aimed at this poor creature, he doesn't want to start things off by attacking it immediately.]