"Okay, so not only is it rumored, but I've seen it happen with people during streams," Derek begins to explain to the air. "Sprigatito."

Determined eyes narrow across the wild grass. He hopes, prays, believes, that a Sprigatitio will arrive... or at least, that's the idea anyway. If it fails, he'll be devastated, but determined. He'll just march back into the grass after whooping up on whatever shows up with no remorse, until of course his pokémon need healed.

It's only as the battle starts that Derek realizes how little Tall Grass HP he has. He grimaces, frowning.

"Oh, y'know, I should have checked that before I came out here. Hm."

Hindsight's twenty/twenty after all. He commands Apollo silently within the UI to attack again, another pluck, bracing for the wild fomantis to unleash another attack in retaliation.

Somehow, the little fucker's getting the upper hand. Derek frowns as he realizes that he might fucking faint because of the wild fomantis. What's the point of his title if he does? But he's stubborn and annoyed, so he lets impatience take him.

"Apollo, again! It's almost done for."

Apollo looks at Derek as if to say, is it though? is it??? but does as he's told, unleashing another super effective move in hopes of victory.

But neither was the wild fomantis. Only with one last attack does it fall, and in response, Derek throws his golden pokéball and lets out a bothered and weary sigh.

"Finally! God have fucking mercy, I'm so over this fomantis. If I didn't have a potential Leafeon I wanted to put into the sweeper class, it'd be you... but many you'd be a good tank. But I can't decide if I want the leafeon in tank class. OHHHH."

Turning away, he returns Apollo and starts heading for the shrine.

"Guess I have time to fuckin' think about it at least."