@featheredhero {x}
Really, he was glad that Pokemon were always healed after Colosseum battles. Fainting his own Pokemon was a strategy yes, but it didn’t mean he enjoyed it. But what other option had there been? The moment he’d seen the Absol and Wobbuffet come out he’d known he was dealing with a Perish Song strategy. He’d only be able to shut it down by forcing himself to switch in a Pokemon.
The Altaria in question was chirping reassuringly at him, understanding his intentions. He’d fought with her for seven years now, having snagged her from Lovrina and then teamed up with her to bring down Greevil and his team of Shadow Pokemon. And while she’d struggled at first, now she was a very stong Pokemon capable to holding her own in a battle.
Her chirps fell silent however at the sound of a voice Michael had never heard before. Blinking he looked over, immediately feeling concerned for the child that had to be a few years his junior. The boy looked unwell, as if he hadn’t been eating or sleeping for months. Yet the way he looked at Candy Floss and the way she looked at him...
He knew that look. He’d seen it when he’d helped Pokemon find their trainers.
“Yes. No need to hand me Zuzu, you can go ahead and see Candy Floss.” While the thought of losing her hurt, it was far surpassed by the thought that she’d finally be going home.