Past the thunder and lightning, the Gyarados' roar somehow made it to the trainer standing on shore as its tail flailed back and forth, making the water raise up several feet on the silhouette of where it hit.
It, however, did not even see the Pidgeot coming until it had already made his first strike along the sea monster's belly, making it roar again and sway back and forth. In response, the sea monster continually tried to shoot high-pressured bursts of water at the large bird, but failed every time.
The Pidgeot seemed to grin as the Gyarados let out another roar, and promptly tried to smash him with its tail. He was faster than the leviathan-like creature, however, and quickly flew out of the way.
"That Gyarados isn't even giving him a chance anymore. . ." Arella bit her lip as she watched from on shore, Elizabeth and Matthew next to her.
"It must be angry on the brink of insanity if he's managing to move that fast with that giant gash on his stomach," Matthew sighed, "But the again, that's probably just a scratch when you're 20 feet long."
"I think Daniel will find a way to get him eventually."
Both Arella and Matthew turned to the Beedrill.
"I know him, he's clever and resourceful," Elizabeth nodded, "He's just trying to find another opening right now."
As if on cue, lightning struck again, hitting the giant sea-monster. Its body stiffen up in response, starting to lean to the side as if it was about to fall over, but it manage to position himself again to make sure he didn't.
Daniel readied himself for another attack, but the Gyarados had already seemed to calm down, simply too exhausted to continued attacking.
Arella opened her mouth to say something, but stopped the sound from coming out when Matthew and Elizabeth both cringed, apparently bothered by something. From the distance, Daniel seemed to be facing the same problem.
"There's some kind of high-pitched noise. . .I think it's a radio signal," Matthew said as he covered both ears with his palm. Elizabeth seemed less bothered by it then the Feraligatr, but also lacked visible ears to begin with.
The Gyarados suddenly roared again, thrown into a rage again by the sudden radio signal that filled the air, and hit the distracted Pidgeot squarely with its tail. The powerful force of the hit sent him flying all the way back to the shore, where he hit the ground and skidded a couple feet.
"Daniel!" Elizabeth yelled, flying over to him as fast as she could as he struggled to get up, but failed.
The Gyarados didn't seem satisfied with that, however, and started swimming where the bird had crash-landed at alarming speed, preparing to attacking again.
Thinking quick, Arella grabbed a Pokeball out of her hand, and a quick as she could, ran over in front of Daniel and Elizabeth and threw the ball. The red light enveloped the speeding Gyarados and it fell back to the ground in front of her.
Everyone that had seen the spectacle had their eyes on the pokeball as it slowly wobbled back and forth, and Arella's heart kept fluttering in response to the sheer amount of tension. Finally, it clicked, and it the tension quickly melted in to relief, most realizing they had held their breathes the entire time. The weather also seemed to breath a sigh of relief too as the torrential down-pour slowly but surely turned into a quiet rain-fall.
The Pokeball disappeared soon after, sent to her PC, but that didn't matter right now. What mattered most to her was that fast that Daniel was down.
"Daniel. . .are you okay?" she asked frantically as she turned around, kneeling next to Elizabeth.
He smiled, though he was obviously in pain, "I wish I was. . .But don't worry about me too much, I just need a trip to the pokemon center. . ."
Arella smiled back, "Don't worry, the pokemon center isn't far off."
She stood up again, recalling the injured Pidgeot back into his pokeball as Elizabeth flew back up to her trainer's height.
"I have to say, I'm completely impressed."
All three turned, and Arella stifled as gasp as soon as she saw the owner of the voice.
"You were. . .you were the guy from Ecutreak, right?" Arella asked, examining the man. His face was exactly like the guy she had talked to, but it was weird seeing him with his hair gelled and in dark, regal clothing with a cape flowing behind his back instead of the messy hair and pajamas that she had seen in the pokemon center.
"Yeah, the one who was going over to Mahogany to check out reports of Team Rocket activities," he nodded, "They're the ones behind the radio signal that started forcibly evolving those Magikarps, and made that Gyarados go into a rage."
"I figured by the fact they tried to charge me to get up here," she sighed, "And my Feraligatr spotted them running in and out of that building that's in the center of Mahogany."
The mysterious trainer's face suddenly went stern.
"You're. . .sure, right?"
"I'm very sure," Matthew answered for his trainer.
He paused, "That has to be their base of operations then," he quickly turned around and started walking away.
"Wha- Wait!"
He turned around again, eyeing her.
"Uh. . .this probably sounds weird, but. . .uh. . .I really want to help you," she looked the other way, biting her lip, "It's just. . .after the Slowpoke Well-"
"You're Arella then?"
". . .What?"
"The trainer that drove Team Rocket out of the Slowpoke Well?"
Arella was almost relived when he failed to mention the fact that she almost choked one of their admins to death.
"Uh, yeah. . ."
He smiled, "Normally I say no, but you're pretty good, and we seem to share the same cause."
"Go ahead of me then. I need to stop at the pokemon center," she nodded, before adding, "And. . .uh. . ."
"'And uh' what?"
". . .I never got your name."
The mysterious trainer frowned, his head obviously working over time before finally answering.
"My name's Lance," he nodded, then continued to walk away.
