https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=78dUSY1H5Yc>>5494707>>5494708>>5494789"This is getting kind of old, having to creep around like *we're* the criminals." Gareth says.
"It is what it is." You say. "Let's go find Ian. No way they'll fuck with a member of the Elite Four." You add with certitude.
With this, you revert directions back towards the beach.
As luck would have it, Ian seems to have made a day of surfing, so it's pretty easy to track him down.
"There a problem?" He asks without preamble as he hauls his board up. "Eshays 'round the taxi rank or something?"
"Eshays?" You ask, non plussed.
"No, Team Green." Holly says. "They've been hounding us since we were in Newport City." She says.
"What, those vegan- oh, yeah. Yeah, here they come." Ian says, planting his board in the sand and stepping up as a round dozen of them come prowling towards you like a pack of houndour. "Right, you lot. Clear off or I'm going to make you." Ian declares.
"We'd like to see you try, fascist!" One more screams than shouts to approving cheers from the others.
"Last chance, clear off and go get a s o y latte or something-"
He's cut off as all twelve of them release pokemon.
Ian sighs and shakes his head before tossing out a pokemon of his own.
"Don't say I didn't warn you." He says as the Gyarados he just released roars, making everyone but Ian take a step back. "Gyarados, cool 'em off. Water Gun." He orders.
The beast grunts, before it turns a jet of water so intense and precise it's like it's from a pressure washer on the mob, downing half the pokemon released and all the trainers in a single pass.
The grunts with pokemon still up order their charges to counter attack, but it's debateable whether Ian's Gyarados even notices their counter attack as it simply makes another pass, downing the rest of the pokemon and leaving those grunts that have just regained their feet having to fight to remain standing as Gyarados just keeps sweeping them, before they finally start to run, being chased all the way by blasts of Water Gun.
"Thanks, Gyarados." Ian says, patting the beast's tail as it roars its triumph, earning a bump that nearly knocks him flat in return before he recalls it.
>...Wow.>I think we owe you for that.>Thanks for the save. That could've gotten dangerous.>Uh, what the hell's an 'Eshay'?>Other 