Ash was geared to fight these things the moment they started lashing out, especially as panic set in and everyone started losing their shit. Thank God he wasn't in his kilt this time.

But Holokai, his Alola Raichu, held up a paw. "Wait man, let me see if I can read their auras. They might just, you know, need a bit of calm." He floated near to one (even as Ash tried to call him back cos ffs Holokai, they're gonna punt you back-!) and lifted his paws, glowing with psychic energy to try and 'sense' him. But suddenly Holokai held his head, closing his eyes and squeaking. "What...they're not... dude, I can't. I can't! They're like, an oil spill on the sea! Oil in the sky! Their auras are just all wrong!" He groaned, clearly distressed by this and shaking his head.

Diarmuid had also grit his teeth, sword arms extended.
"He's right. These things... I can't understand their minds. It's nonsense. Holokai-!" The Raichu had suddenly dropped out of the sky, refusing to hold himself aloft in an attempt to 'switch off' his psychic abilities and not feel the strange beast's weird aura. Ash ran out and caught him, holding Holokai to his chest.

"Jesus Christ, don't do that again Holokai!" Holokai just squeaked and curled into Ash. Motioning to Diarmuid, the group ran to find people they could help, while finding help for Holokai too.