[Anticipating the quickly approaching threat of Ray and Racer, Brooklyn rears up and rushes headfirst towards them. With the aggression of her hooves finally directed elsewhere, Winston gasps for air and quickly crawls in the general direction of where he remembered dropping the ball. Literally and metaphorically.]
[Once he finds Brooklyn's pokeball, he whips himself around to press the button and point it towards her- the beam thankfully lands a direct hit on the raging mare and just like that, she's dragged back inside kicking and screaming. Winston's whole body goes limp in relief.]
Glad to get that off my chest. [He laughs at his own joke, and his body promptly punishes him with a coughing fit.]
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[Once he finds Brooklyn's pokeball, he whips himself around to press the button and point it towards her- the beam thankfully lands a direct hit on the raging mare and just like that, she's dragged back inside kicking and screaming. Winston's whole body goes limp in relief.]
Glad to get that off my chest. [He laughs at his own joke, and his body promptly punishes him with a coughing fit.]