Markus Novolos
Pallet Town North
NO POKEMON
Points: 1 + 1 (2) ((MATHEMATICAL GENIUS RIGHT HERE))
Items: N/A

SQUIRTLE GET!
POINTS: 5
COST: FREE!!!

Markus quickly saw the five Drowzee KO a Policeman via hypnosis. He'd make sure to keep his distance. They aren't terribly harmful on their own, keeping one is a matter of just sleeping next to it and they're otherwise herbivores, but if sufficiently pushed...Well, no-one messes around with a Psionic unless they know exactly what they're doing. Very rarely do they. EVen then, you also go in prepared, and Markus, though prepared for many thigns, was not exactly prepared for a fight with a Psionic.

When the professor came back with Poke Balls, just saying that he needed serious help, it was all Markus needed to register. The possible idiot yelling into his wristwatch, also the guy with the Mudkip, quickly grabbed a Charmander and ran...Like, wow. It was so cool! OK, sure, he would admit that giving the hothead a fire type was a bad idea, but he wanted it! It was the cool one, even if overpopular to the point of madness. So, he grabbed what he PRESUMED was a Charmander.

"Go-"

To spoil his expectations quickly, Markus' sweaty palms quickly slipped and dropped the Poke Ball on the floor, quickly revealing a shelled creature. "Squirtle Squirt!"

That was not according to plan, but the thing was already giving him basically puppy eyes, and in any case, he did choose without looking at the labels.

"Ugh...Squirtle, use, uh...Just bash into them!" Markus said. He was going to TRY to not be a rampaging rear end on this adventure, as much as feasibly possible, least of all to any Pokemon he called his own. They deserved better than that considering they were going to be responsible for 99.9% of his defense (he pretty much already knew that Pokemon were THE primary form of self-defense, even the youngest).

To its credit, the Squirtle SEEMED fairly intelligent, rushing into the Drowzee while their attention was put on Lila and bashing one clean in the head. It reeled backwards.

"Again, before it recovers!" Markus yelled out. The Squirtle once again proved that it had some semblance of good tactical thinking on its own by again just bum-rushing right into it's face, KOing it. He doubted the Drowzee were very powerful themselves in physical combat, so it was probably part luck, but one does not look a gift horse in the mouth.

The Squirtle came back to Markus quickly, and Markus gave it a good pat on the head.