[Ivar reluctantly pulls a knife out of his vest. Not that he thinks it will be much help against a creature that is literally on fire, but hey, it's better than no protection at all. Ponyta weaves from side to side for a moment as it tries to shake off the confusion. Ivar glares up at the Phantump in the tree above them. Well, there's one last tactic he can use. Guilt.]
Sprig, your owner is about to die. Get down here!
[The Ponyta foal charges again. There's nowhere to go this time. Ivar braces for impact. This is going to hurt. Then, with a small cry of 'Phan, phan!', Sprig gathers his courage. He can't let Letha get hurt. He jumps from the tree, hitting Ponyta's side, knocking it to the ground. It's only a young Pokemon, after all, and it doesn't rise, dazed from the move.]
Will that ball work on it?
[He saw Sprig come in and out of its Pokeball, so he's gotten the basic gist of how it works down.]
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Sprig, your owner is about to die. Get down here!
[The Ponyta foal charges again. There's nowhere to go this time. Ivar braces for impact. This is going to hurt. Then, with a small cry of 'Phan, phan!', Sprig gathers his courage. He can't let Letha get hurt. He jumps from the tree, hitting Ponyta's side, knocking it to the ground. It's only a young Pokemon, after all, and it doesn't rise, dazed from the move.]
Will that ball work on it?
[He saw Sprig come in and out of its Pokeball, so he's gotten the basic gist of how it works down.]