Unknown Ruins

They were having the time of their lives fighting, but the Pokémon around them were suffering for it.

They had gotten no sleep last night, and now this was happening in broad daylight.

Pair after pair of furious eyes fixed on the two battling Pokémon. All of them waited for their chance.

Heh, heh, heh! You'll pay for keeping us awake and scaring us half to death. Go on, keep fighting. Soon you won't get another chance. No, you may never get another chance!

Crack, crack, fwoosh!

A flicker of firelight suddenly appeared in the darkness. Dian covered his nose and mouth with a damp cloth and raised the torch he had just lit. He looked around, but it was still dark as hell. He could see his hand in front of his face, though not much farther.

Fortunately, when he had fallen, Misdreavus had protected him in time. He had recalled Skiploom to its Poké Ball the instant they dropped.

This was where Misdreavus's greatest advantage came in: rocks not controlled by a Pokémon could not hurt her at all.

Zubat had also found a safe route through the falling rocks. Without it, Dian would not have come through unscathed.

Anyone else would probably have resigned themselves to fate and died.

Everything really does come down to luck in this world. Ha.

He had only gone out to catch a Nosepass, and it had turned into this mess. If he ever went to catch a Magmar, would he have to spend a day swimming through volcanic lava? What a damn joke.

Dian was getting irritated. Huge fallen rocks had sealed the opening above him again, and he did not dare move carelessly. If the place collapsed once more, he would be buried alive.

He sighed and decided to