"He went that way!!"

"WHICH WAY?!?!"

"Right!!!"

"YOUR RIGHT, OR MY RIGHT!?!?!?"

"Towards the woods!!!!"

As of now, Drew and I were playing a very 'fun' game called catch-the-rampaging-Absol-without-geting-hurt.

Let's leave it at Absol had somehow gotten his head stuck in a bag, and had freaked out, hence the rampage.

We cornered him against a cliff wall.

"Easy boy..." Drew muttered. He made a quick dash to attempt to remove the offending bag.

He let out a yelp as Absol hit him in the stomach with a powerful razor wind sending him flying backwards. Thing was, due to the bag, Absol couldn't see anything. Otherwise he would have never attacked his trainer.

I dashed over to my friend. "Are you okay?"

He only groaned and moved his hand over his middle. Not good.

"Glaceon! Get that stupid bag off of Absol!!!!"

Glaceon agilely avoided his frantic attacks, before yanking the problematic bag off his head. Absol immediately stopped and looked around sheepishly.

Glaceon scolded him, rolled her eyes, and turned around to walk away. However, as she did so, she purposely whacked him with her powerful, ice cold tail. On the face.

The to Pokemon sprinted over to their trainers, Absol licking Drew's face to try to make up for it.

"Urg... Love you Absol, but you are a disaster."