Humming pleasantly as he made a sweet soiree into the Phosphor Forest, Gris stopped suddenly. Something caught his eye from beneath the shade of a great tree. There was a really interesting... something sprouting from the earth! Curiously, he poked at it a few times, chuckling at the mushroom's bouncy texture. He saw that there were many more, scattered around as if someone had dropped them out of a bag and they had just begun to root again. They were, oddly enough, black with pink speckles, and the to-be masseuse plucked one from its moist home. He sniffed it experimentally a few times, before snapping it in two, stump in one paw and cap on the other. It smelled like peppermint mixed with something sour, and he was a little afraid to try it. Maybe when he got back to the town, he could go to the dojo to give Yere and Iya a taste. They had strong stomachs, he was sure.
Physical peace was linked to mental peace, so of course he was going to open up his spa near the dojo. After pokemon had spent all their energy, they could come and strengthen their spiritual sense in his baths and other goodies! Looking at the cute little mushroom cap reminded him that he was also looking for Rin. Though he was sure the ralts could handle herself alright, it was fairly easy to get frazzled and forget how to fight, especially if you were a little baby. Maybe he could have a section in his spa for young pokemon? Yea, that would be good. It would make his spa popular with people of all ages!
Foraging with all fours, Gris' eys went wide when a voice echoed through the woods. For... great... justice? How much trouble could a few kids get into?! Making a mad dash in the direction of the voice, the mincinno began to wonder what had happened. The only sounds he usually heard in the forest was the rustling of the leaves and the occasional agitated local. Coming to a clearing, he saw a green mushroom cap and the fluffy wings of a swablu. "The girls!" He was about to exclaim, but it only came out as a hiss. A part of him was going to rush forward and embrace the two, but something was off. It was then that through the branches he spotted several other pokemon, all appearing to be menacing in their own way. A huge serpent pokemon and two made of metal fought. Gris sunk into his hiding place behind the trees. Obviously the girls were in trouble, but he was too frozen to move. What could he do? Both the steel types could hack his soft body into mincemeat so the arbok could have him for a snack!
There was a loud clash of metal when the honedge and bisharp's blades met. The cool lick of steel echoed through the forest and Gris took another glace at Rin and Haven. The battle wore on, and the grey pokemon was left cowering in his hiding spot even as they were hauled away. Only the honedge remained. The battle was over, but the weight of dread still hung over him. Or was it a different heavy feeling? Gritting his teeth, the mincinno felt a fiery feeling well up in his stomach. He pounced at the honedge with a roar, tumbling in midair and letting his tail glow black before bringing it down on the sword like pokemon.
[Gris used Knock Off!]
"You... You let them get away!" He shouted, panting quickly. It felt so heavy he was almost kept from standing. Why was he blaming the sword pokemon when he had actually fought he attackers and he had stood to the side like a- a rodent? Gris fell onto his back, eyes red around the edges. "That cloud looks like a mushroom." He mused to no one in particular. "Wait." He suddenly sat up, feeling his eardrum vibrate. His large fluffy ears made for much stronger hearing than the average pokemon. He could hear their footprints crunch on twigs and dried leaves on the forest floor. "They... They went that way!"
