Gris and Mithril: Phosphor Forest
With a battlecry that sounded more akin to a frightened cleffa than a pokemon on a mission, Gris pounced into the vicinity of their opponents. He knew that both the bisharp and the arbok were stronger than them, but maybe if they were fast enough, they could get the girls out. Thw two pokemon came into view. "Rrrraaaaggghhrrr!" He squealed, taking notice of the fatigued arbok. What were they planning to do with a couple of pre-evolutions anyways? The thought sent shivers down his tail.
Though Gris had no experience swinging swords, he figured since Mithril was so light it wouldn't be an issue. Unfortunately, when he swung the steel type, he felt his fingers loosen around the handle. It startled him, though the sash was still securely tied to his arm. He heard the loud clash of metal against metal. He had never been this close to hostile pokemon before, but since he wasn't alone, it wasn't at all as scary as he thought it was going to be. The girls, though beaten up and probably traumatized, appeared to be in one piece. "Okay, split up!" Gris huffed to his partner before jumping high in the air before beginning a tumble.
Covering it in a dark glow, he smashed his tail down on the bisharp's head, narrowly avoiding the blade that stuck out from the other's forehead. The hard steel wasn't fun to strike, and he winced. He slid Mithril off of him to bring him down as well, the two forming a sort of pinwheel-like motion. A super secret team move?! Tucking below to haul Have and Rin onto his back, figuring that would be the best way to hold them, he rolled into the underbrush. Mid-roll, he heard someone's head hit a rock, and he didn't think it was him. "AAAUGH! This way Mithril!" He yelled after the ghost type as he retreated to safer ground.