[It doesn't take long for the Carvanha's struggling to grow weaker and weaker until, in the end, it goes still in Armin's arms, glaring at all present with a baleful and angry eye. Armin's arms look a little worse for the wear, scratched up from rubbing against her rough skin, but he doesn't seem to either notice it or care as he boosts the pokemon a bit higher up in his arms.]
Angel, could you-- there are some empty pokeballs in my pocket. Could you hand me one? I want to catch this one.
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Angel, could you-- there are some empty pokeballs in my pocket. Could you hand me one? I want to catch this one.