"Dreepy, Dreepy, help!"
Chen Shi had barely dodged the Dragon Pulse with Victini before he started shouting, hoping Dragapult would hurry out and help him escape.
But Dragapult seemed in no hurry at all, lounging inside the Poké Ball without a care.
It's not that Big Bro Dragon doesn't want to save you. You're the one who locked the Poké Ball.
Even if I wanted to save you, I couldn't get out.
So you'd better look out for yourself.
"Bimi~"
Suddenly, Victini pointed behind them and cried out.
Chen Shi looked back as he sprinted for his life.
Twenty or thirty Goodra had withdrawn into their shells and were rolling rapidly toward them, about to surround him.
"God damn it, Dreepy!"
After cursing, Chen Shi immediately reached for Charizard's Poké Ball, intending to have him fly him out of there.
But the moment he pulled out the Poké Ball, a vast shadow spread across the ground. A whole swarm of Goodra had already caught up and surrounded him.
After a second of silence, Chen Shi looked up at the sky and sighed deeply, then put on what he thought was a friendly smile.
"Uh, would you believe me if I said I was just passing through?"
"Goodra~"
The enormous Goodra leading them gave an indifferent cry, then started turning to leave.
Without another word, the other Goodra began gathering energy in their mouths.
Unless something changed, they were about to kill him.
Chen Shi's scalp prickled at the sight, and he hurriedly shouted, "Wait! Hold on, hold on!"
"I really mean no harm! I just got here and don't know my way around. I wandered into your territory by mistake."
Hearing that, the other Goodra stopped and looked at their leader.
Their Goodra clan was actually pretty mild-mannered. If this