>>15526131It's in Miss Leading's party.>>15525939You decide that depending too much on Froakie might actually hurt you in the long run. In order to become the hero that everyone wants to see, the one that's trapped INSIDE of you, you can't always rely on Pokemon.
Sometimes YOU have to get your hands dirty, not your Pokemon, you. It's an equal partnership after all, sometimes you have to kick some ass. And although you have an overall terrible, lanky build, there has to be at least something you're good at.
'Hmm....Mom did say I was mild when it came to swordfighting...'
"Hey Calem, what are you doing?"
You place Shauna down on the ground, "Froakie! Take care of her while I run over to that sword, she's having trouble walking. It's a long shot but I think I can make it!"
Froakie's eyes widen, it's sure suicide given how fast the Sentrets seem to be flailing around the crypt, "Froak! FROAK FROAK!" exclaims the frog, shaking his head rapidly.
"DON'T WORRRRY I GOT THIS!"
The Elite Sentret Squad are indeed relentless fellows, they use Tackle over-and-over left and right with no end in sight to their tyranny. Fortunately, not one of them hits you due to their poor early-game, intentionally poorly-programmed artificial intelligence.
You grab the sword, removing it from the ground with ease.
"Oh yeah, sweet!"
And that's when a blue cloth wraps around your body.
