I sat staring down in the mud slick ground at the wounded growlithe below me, it's fearful eyes darting frantically to each character and object in sight.
My sides were starting to hurt as the kid to the left of me kicked me for what felt like the fourteenth time, and I realized how high the probability of my ribs being busted was, but at that point I didn't care. I was sick of Jake and his friends always hurting everyone. I had gotten used to the constant fights and bullying, but I couldn't let Jake hurt this poor random Pokémon for no reason.
I say that, but it's probably to late already. He had already been getting beat when I got here. That didn't matter though. As long as I kept him safe now, he'd be alright.
I thought this just as Jake pulled my head up by my hair and kneed me in the face, which some how didn't knock any teeth out. He leaned down so I could hear him better.
"What's wrong Cole, you feeling bad?" He says while spitting in my face.
"Not as bad as you're gonna feel once I kick your ass," I reply. This causes him to punch me square in the face. It was still worth it though.
As he moves in for another blow, my caterpie strings his arm to a nearby tree. This sent caterpie flying over at least 7 yards after Jake's buddy punts him off of me. While I felt terrible for caterpie, growlithe is my main priority.
As Jake turned around to look back at me, I saw how mad he was. This could get really bad, as in worse then it already is. As he stomped back over, ready to pound me, a loud, high pitched noise echoed from the top of the hill.