The Wild Pokémon here weren't very friendly.
They'd actually launched a sneak attack!
Baimu shot Cursola a sidelong glance. Since Galarian Corsola had already dealt with it, he let it slide. Otherwise, he'd have dunked it in chili water.
But the moment he turned back, Dragapult abruptly vanished from in front of him!
Smack!
With a sharp crack, Cursola's remaining physical shell—nothing but its base—went flying. The Socially Awkward Dragon had whipped it away with its tail.
"Curs!"
Cursola cried out in pain. A red welt had appeared on its ghostly body as it rose shakily into the air.
Dragapult's sharp gaze was cold, and its cry came out harsh.
"Drag!"
Cursola wilted.
It curled its body into a rounded egg shape in surrender.
Dragapult turned toward the other Wild Pokémon nearby. The ones that had come out to watch the commotion quickly scattered.
Whoa!
Baimu and the other Pokémon watched happily as the Socially Awkward Dragon stood up for him. Only Shiny Gengar, a late addition to the team, looked surprised.
"Gen?"
"Aggron~"
Aggron offered reassurance.
Dragapult might pull all sorts of ridiculous stunts these days, but none of them had forgotten how it used to attack anyone it saw, stay invisible around the clock, and bristle constantly with hostility and aggression.
If they hadn't happened to run into Pokémon hunters,
who knew how long it would have taken to reach it?
And the way Dragapult treated the Pokémon back home after its triumphant return proved that, beneath the surface, its temperament resembled that of most Dragon-type Pokémon: a tyrannical dragon that crushed all resistance.
If it felt like whipping you, it whipped you.
And if you didn't like it, too bad!
Baimu wanted to shout just one thing—
Ancient Burial Grounds! Your emperor has returned!
But Porygon2 wouldn't