[Behind the girl and the Deerling, the grass rustles. It is a predator, the fiercest, most horrifying predator known to all of Pokedom. Pokemothers tell their Pokebabies about this monster at night, when the little ones are resisting going to bed. "Go to sleep," they say, "or the Death Ball will get you." And then the Pokebabies cry and run for their beds, where they stay awake shivering all night.]
[Yes, the Death Ball stalks the plains of the PokeKingdom, raining down horror on whoever dares cross his path. Those that do seldom live to tell of the encounter, leaving only their empty Pokeballs and the faint whiff of ozone behind them. The Death Ball does not linger over his vanquished rivals, preferring instead to speed along to the next victim.]
[The girl and her Deerling are doomed. They just don't realize it yet.]
[Behind them, the grass rustles again, and parts, exposing one bright, squinting eye against a field of white. It is the Death Ball of legend, come to hasten them to their graves.]
action; Sasha gets to meet the deathball
[Yes, the Death Ball stalks the plains of the PokeKingdom, raining down horror on whoever dares cross his path. Those that do seldom live to tell of the encounter, leaving only their empty Pokeballs and the faint whiff of ozone behind them. The Death Ball does not linger over his vanquished rivals, preferring instead to speed along to the next victim.]
[The girl and her Deerling are doomed. They just don't realize it yet.]
[Behind them, the grass rustles again, and parts, exposing one bright, squinting eye against a field of white. It is the Death Ball of legend, come to hasten them to their graves.]