There was a high chance that he would die today. Well, okay, there was a high chance of Brendan dying everyday considering his job, but this day was pretty special. It had started with another day of research, out in the forest; the Trainer knew the Hoenn region like the back of his hand by now, and this place was no exception, so with a carefree attitude he ventured into the forest.
One step, two steps, he continued on with PokeDex in hand, with nothing to go on about this place aside from the map description, with only the quiet chirps of the Flying-types, and the dull rustling of the grass to accompany him. The peace and quiet was soon interrupted by a roar of a Drapion, and emerald eyes immediately darting to where it was, the unfortunate researcher soon realized the cause of the uproar was caused by none other than his own leg, as it seemed to be rather P.O.'d from when he stepped on what he thought was a twig moments before, but turned out to be the Poison-type's tail in reality.
Immediately retracting his foot from where he stood, Brendan soon broke into a sprint, only trying to get away from the location as soon as possible. He spotted another boy up ahead, and quickly grabbing his hand, the Trainer tugged on his arm as sign of clear danger.
“Urf, explaining would take too long-
Look, just follow me, there's a rampaging
Drapion here, and, uh, I mighta- er,
nevermind, just come on!”