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As the four Jolteon collapsed in near tandem to the ground, Yosuke's three remaining Pokémon seemed to calm, licking any wounds they had, and returning to their trainer's side. The female they had attempted to rescue approached him, hands outstretched. Within them, she held a super potion; most likely for Zenith's wounds. He pushed it away from him, shaking his head.

"You weren't prepared." He muttered in a harsh tone. He didn't think that this girl should have even come out here if she wasn't ready for it. "He needs that." He said, referring to her Tropius. With that, he turned his back on her, stalking off in the direction of the shape on the horizon he had seen. The rain now falling from the sky had already drenched him thoroughly; he could see that Kalen was not enjoying the weather, and so he was recalled to his Pokéball. Yosuke put the ball away, Myrrh and Alucard shrugging off the chilling droplets as they fell from the sky. Myrrh was once again looking up at him agitatedly, causing him to stop. He stared at the little Eevee, his annoyance very clear. Nonetheless, he called over his shoulder to the trainer.

"There's shelter in this direction." He knew, to his dismay, that the girl would most likely follow.