Stephen gasps. The desired explosion happens, and the fireball consumes the Drowzee, two grunts, and even a few of the people that were under attack by the thugs. XXX The boy immediately began to cry, and when the arm snapped grotesquely, he began convulsing hard, as he could barely speak ˝Please…call him away…please…! Soon, the light glows no more, the sound of cells multiplying and tissues reshaping stops, and a thud lightly shakes the ground. I have no Pokédex, or a Trainer’s license.˝
˝Bullshit!˝, the other one shouts, and comes right at Stephen, punching him in the nose, as he also tried to take the Poké Ball away from him. The loud, sick crack stunned even the Drowzee, let alone the townspeople, some of which had begun to cheer on the small,
