It wasn’t a big deal, he was hardly hurt honestly and the would didn’t even tingle anymore. Though the numbness should have been more of an alarm than it actually was. Why the receptionist of Mt. Battle had bothered to call Noir from his phone was beyond him the poor kid wasn’t even in Orre when she had bothered him. Unova wasn’t exactly around the corner, the other had to have flown so quickly to get here in the time that he did just because Cole blacked out a little during a fight. Just a little.
Which, did not count as a win for his opponent, he did not care what that brat said. He shouldn’t have been using a Shadow Pokemon in the first place. It had been so unexpected that they landed far to good a hit on him which had sent Cole flying over the edge of the platform where he landed, hard, very far down. Apparently he was lucky he didn’t break a bone, if you bent his arm that story might change so he was keeping it very still very subtly. He hoped Noir didn’t decide to check the rest of him after freaking out over the blood coating his face.
When the gauze touched the back of his head he jerked in pain, leaning away from the other and shooting him a glare. The Shadow Pokemon had been caught by his own, pinned down and then caged by the Mt. Battle workers. The trainer was not happy, he could still hear them screaming from where they had removed him before Cole strangled him. He would use the snag machine to claim it--but his arm was rather damaged so that was not happening.
❝ You didn’t need to come. ❞ He only fell about fifty feet, he was sure someone used a Pokemon to try and catch him but apparently either missed or the Pokemon wasn’t strong enough to catch his weight, because he knows he landed. The blood and damaged arm was rather obvious that someone failed and he hadn’t quite figured out who. They were all avoiding him, guilty, for not paying attention. He didn’t blame them of course, it was hard to catch someone when you’re not expecting them to be thrown over the edge of the battle platform.
They might need to prepare for next time.
His head is bandaged finally and Cole lifts his good arm up to feel it, tilting it a bit to look over at Noir. He tries not to do it to much, his head still spinning and very close to having him throw up in the current moment. ❝ Unova is quite far away, how’d you get here so quick? ❞ He refuses to believe he was laying down there, bleeding, knocked out for the entire duration it took Noir to get here.
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