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'Raccoon Thing', apparently lulled into a false sense of security by the pointless flapping in circles, didn't get out of the way nearly fast enough to avoid getting a faceful of Zubat.
It let out a blood-curdling squeal.
Needless to say, this wiped the smug grin off of Heather's face.
"Wh-- shit!" Oh, god, was it sucking its blood?! "Get it off! Use--"
She faltered. She had, of course, looked over the attacks it knew in her Pokegear, but... well. Heather was someone used to fighting for herself, not using others-- be they people or animals-- to do it for her. So needless to say, she hadn't taken nearly as much time to pay attention to that stuff as she should have.
Raccoon Thing was not pleased with the hesitation. It wasn't more than a couple of seconds, but when you have a bloodsucking eyeless death-machine latched onto your face with its TEETH, a couple of seconds can seem a hell of a lot longer.
So while Heather stammered briefly, the Sentret took the initiative and sort of... threw itself onto the ground.
More specifically, it threw itself on its face, into the mud.
You ever see that video of that fox taking a nosedive into the snow, hunting mice?
That's basically what Raccoon Thing is doing. Except into mud, and instead of hunting mice, it's apparently trying to smash the poor Zubat into letting go.
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'Raccoon Thing', apparently lulled into a false sense of security by the pointless flapping in circles, didn't get out of the way nearly fast enough to avoid getting a faceful of Zubat.
It let out a blood-curdling squeal.
Needless to say, this wiped the smug grin off of Heather's face.
"Wh-- shit!" Oh, god, was it sucking its blood?! "Get it off! Use--"
She faltered. She had, of course, looked over the attacks it knew in her Pokegear, but... well. Heather was someone used to fighting for herself, not using others-- be they people or animals-- to do it for her. So needless to say, she hadn't taken nearly as much time to pay attention to that stuff as she should have.
Raccoon Thing was not pleased with the hesitation. It wasn't more than a couple of seconds, but when you have a bloodsucking eyeless death-machine latched onto your face with its TEETH, a couple of seconds can seem a hell of a lot longer.
So while Heather stammered briefly, the Sentret took the initiative and sort of... threw itself onto the ground.
More specifically, it threw itself on its face, into the mud.
You ever see that video of that fox taking a nosedive into the snow, hunting mice?
That's basically what Raccoon Thing is doing. Except into mud, and instead of hunting mice, it's apparently trying to smash the poor Zubat into letting go.
"... OR I GUESS THAT WORKS TOO."