Storm followed the group of Pokemon, feeling utterly worthless for doing so poorly against the enemies. He quickly got over that, and continued walking next to Jet. He was happy, however, that this group of Pokemon were so accepting of him.
Vladmir soared high in the sky, letting the wind flow freely under his immense wingspread. His peircing vision searching the grounds hundreds of feet below him. He had been following a group of Raticate, Zigzagoon, and three bigger Scyther. He had just lost track of them for a moment, and he scoured to find them again.
He saw a camp at the edge of the forest, and the Scyther's bodies, KO'ed. He dive bombed and quickly landed on the ground. He looked towards the fainted Pokemon. There were the Raticate, Zigzagoon, and even the Scyther. He walked over to them, bent over, and grasped one of the Raticate's in his mouth. He tilted his head back, and swallowed it whole.
He sniffed the air, and turned South. Hmmm... he thought, more Pokemon! He took off into the air and headed South towards the Ruins of Alph.