"Wish I had a soothe bell," he said as he bent over the crack. He
was pretty sure he'd get bitten for this, but he reached into the
crack anyway. "If you don't want to be stuck down there, I'd
recommend taking my hand..."
"OW," he yelped, retracting his hand. The sensation was very
strange and worried him. After a pause of looking at his wounded
hand, he bent over the crack again. "Are... you down there?" he
asked, addressing Morgan, but also a little surious to catch a
glimpse at what bit him. It was dark, but there was just enough
light to see some shapes...
Tristan exhaled slowly. He could remember a time in his life that
he had felt this scared... but, even if Morgan didn't want to come
with him anymore he didn't want to leave the dratini at the whims
of whatever that pokémon was. He reached down quickly, planning to
grab Morgan and yank him back up as fast as he could manage.
This worked, but something was clung to him. It looked like a
silver pot with orange glow coming from the tin can lid on the top,
with four heatran feet protruding out the bottom “POTT!” It
bellowed, the lid flopping up and spewing magma
"Aah!!" he yelled, jumping back before he was hit in the stomach
with lava. He wondered for a moment if catching it would be more
effective than running, but decided against it. 'Hmm, looks like
a steel and fire type, I think...' "M-Morgan, use water gun!"
he squeaked.
Really wishing Morgan had felt like being more useful, Tristan took
Adri back and threw a pokéball, hoping to catch pottomon and get it
over with... otherwise, he might white out of this battle.