Dean didn't see what he was looking for.  To bad, he was hoping to end this in one go.  Looking at his Rattatta briefly, he sighed.  He was still batting away zubats as they tried to claw and bite at him.  His clothes were soaked, but were baggy enough that so far, they had just gotten cloth, although given time, they'd wear that down.  He had to do something, and he doubted his rattatta would do much beyond annoy the creature.  Looking at all the zubats, and the creature's condition, he thought about it.  It was a last resort, but who knew, it might work.  Taking out one of the two pokeballs he had been carrying, he looked at the tentacruel.  "Well, here goes nothing."<br/><br/>Running foward, he was doing his best to avoid the sheer chaos of the situation, his legs carrying him, despite the soreness, and despite the throbbing headache from his headwound.  He was in the best shape right now, neither the tentacruel, or zubats were paying much attention to him.  "Ratty, hate to ask.... use quick on it, keep it off me for a few seconds more...but keep moving, don't let it touch you at all!"  The creature sat and looked, before giving a slight "Ratta-ttta!"  Jumping off Dean's shoulder, lurching through the rocks.  The display was rapid, the creature dodging and weaving, although Dean hoped that would keep the tendrils from it.  Readying the crimson and white ball, he waited, just a bit more, some sign of it being weakened, either from blood loss or desperation, his arm tensed, ready to throw it.<br/><br/>And then suddenly the small creature bit deeply into one of the tendrils.  Sharp fangs digging deep into it, before recoiling off, darting back between the rocks.  Dean wasn't sure which one it held, but still waited, even as he felt sharp pain from a zubat biting into his arms, legs, and chest.  He only did a cursory swat, he had to remain focused, ignore the pain... at least until it got to unbearable to do so anymore.<br/><br/>OOC:<br/>Winging it next post<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>