[It takes Jimmy a minute to actually figure out what he's looking at- who he's looking at, rather- but once he does he comes sprinting that way with his Pyroar ahead of him, his jaws parting to let loose his own flamethrower attack in the beast's direction to buy Al some time.]
Al! Al, this way! Get outta there!
[He wishes he had a single water type with him, but his luck just wasn't in his favor this time.]
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Al! Al, this way! Get outta there!
[He wishes he had a single water type with him, but his luck just wasn't in his favor this time.]