The tables turned

"Too much trouble."

Dian smiled gently. The other man clearly loved Pokémon just as sincerely as he did; otherwise, he could simply have ignored the whole thing.

He took out a Poké Ball and quickly threw it toward Mawile, who could barely hold on any longer. "Just catch Mawile."

At the same time, a purple figure flashed past. It was Beedrill, wrapped in Toxic.

"Huh?!"

Mawile clung tightly to the driftwood, helplessly watching the three Tentacruel draw closer.

"..."

The three Tentacruel slowly approached in silence, their black eyes cold and merciless. Anyone who dared intrude on their waters had to pay the price.

As the distance closed, they raised their blue, venomous spikes high. Purple light gathered around them, ready to unleash a fatal blow at any moment.

As for the cruise ship nearby, they paid it no mind. It was only a bunch of humans, who probably wouldn't dare do anything to them.

Bang!

The Tentacruel in the middle suddenly accelerated, raising a venomous spike and thrusting it toward Mawile at high speed.

"Eee!"

Mawile shut those frightened eyes, then suddenly felt weightless.

Just before the spike could strike Mawile, the Poké Ball Dian had thrown hit its mark precisely and drew Mawile inside.

Whirr!

Purple light flashed, and Beedrill reappeared on the deck, handing Dian the Poké Ball.

"Good work."

Dian nodded and put the Poké Ball away for the moment. Then he took out another, ready to act, because this wasn't over yet.

Bang!

The three furious Tentacruel tore the driftwood to pieces. They swiftly turned to face the humans on the deck, their black tentacles flailing menacingly.

"Back off."

Dian looked at the three Tentacruel impassively and calmly made his meaning clear.

He didn't want a pointless fight unless it was necessary.

Beside him, the