Louie noticed the emergency kit in the ghastly hands before the first wave of needles were flung through the air. He could hear the faint whispering sound of them whistling past his ears and the faint thump of a few piercing his skin. There was no time to think about what was happening, as the water crashed waves onto the land, caused by the enormous beast trying to savage its way onto some survivors. Louie knew water pokemon, and he loved each and every one of them, but right now he felt a fear growing in his heart. How were they possibly able to fight such a creature, such an enraged creature after being torn about in a crashing train and most of them crippled by the tremendous trauma caused upon them.<br/><br/>The poison were quickly taking its effect as it coursed its unnatural warmth through his rushing veins. He could feel the heat mingling with the energy of adrenaline as the bats were flung from the ceiling by the actions of the dimwitted girl. Yes, off course, the wrath of one pokemon disturbed in its own habitat was not enough to doom them all. They needed to be shred of their clothes until nothing but their flailing skinned bodies remained before the wanton mating tentacruel in the waters. Louie's throat was dry from the salted waters of the sea, but he had no other choice then to go back into the unruliness of it. They had no chance on land, nor water if the creature wanted them to copulate with. With trembling hands he quickly took the bandage from the box, letting it all drop save for one to fastly mount it onto the blue haired boys face. It would suffice for now to stop the bleeding and perhaps prevent an infection if the guy was lucky enough. the salt from the waters must have cleared it, but as he yanked the needles from his back he looked over to his squirtle and ran half-heartedly for the unruling waters. If he had to choose between the bats ripping his clothes to shreds as they were doing now, shot out of the air by his faithful squirtle, or the tentacle beasts he was perhaps able to tame, he would choose the latter.<br/><br/>Hopeless fear makes one choose rather hopeless decisions in times of dire need. In a matter of seconds he had found himself under the surface of the water in the cave, and his hand clutched around the shield of his squirtle. Perhaps he could hurt the creature, wound it enough to distract it enough to free its victims, if he had caught one already. It was a selfless act of a martyr, but they had angered a pokemon older then time telling by the size of it. With a half-swimming, half-wavering hand Louie commanded his Zenigame to blast a jet of water into the soft body of the jelly-fish like pokemon. Louie knew its weaknesses well, he had sailed and fished amongst the cruel inhabitants of the sea for many years with his father. Although they gave a mean stinger, and could be deadly to his pokemon, he had learned how to fight one. Nevertheless, he had never faced an opponent as big as this example, nor tried to fight one as exhausted and wounded as he and his friend were right now. But it did not matter, the distraction would suffice. He only wished he had not been struck, and would be able to keep his mind pure underneath the tremendous strain of his throbbing cock now pressed up hard against his abdomen. His clothes were already shred to the point of near-existence as the last remains of his pants were flung away by the cold and hot water streams of the undergound currents.<br/><br/>Which was also its weakness, a sudden change in the temperature of the waters would force the jellyfish to warmer currents. Or perhaps his Zenigame was strong enough to freeze him in place for long enough for them to escape. Nevertheless, Louie rubbed his hands over his dear friends shield and nodded for him to Freeze the waters around the tentacle beasts body. A little cold would do them all good, as he felt himself suppress a moan of pleasure from the water stroking his now exposed cock. Oh, where had he gotten himself into now?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>