The screaming and whooping came out of nowhere. Max was up on his feet the moment the shouting started. Angry Machops, Mankeys and Pidgeys were everywhere with the Rocket grunts struggling to fight back. Some were reduced to punching the nearby trainers, getting flipped by the superior fighting skills of the gym trainers.
"ROCKETS, TO ARMS!" shouted Max, his Pokemon pulled out. His bird, Spearmint, flew out and hurled itself at a Mankey. His Zubat kept going around, making hit and runs on other trainer Pokemon.
Fuck, rally.... RALLY!
The grunts, their surprise slowly turning to rage as they identified their foes, started to fight back more effectively. Some were knocked out and lay still on the ground.
"There are good trainers among them, wat-"
A fighter kicked Max in the stomach. He fell to his knees but went for his legs. Pushing all his weight into it, he tipped over the fighter despite getting a kick to the side in the process. He fell and Max's Nidorino stomped his leg, making it crack.
"Try that again when I don't have Pokemon, fucker."
The whole camp degraded into a confused melee of Pokemon, trainers and grunts. Tents were knocked over and the Tauros's loot bags were being carried off by some trainers in the back.
"Fuck, STOP THEM!" shouted Max, noticing Dirk had forced himself into the fray late and was behind the main group. Another punch came his way but Max was ready, coming back to hit the man in the face.
Gym trainers are taking out the grunts by the back... We'll be cut off from the other tents...
Some of the more intelligent grunts moved to strengthen the buckling line of Grunts. A Machoke and, most worryingly, a Machamp were ripping through the tents where Max assumed more sleeping grunts were.
"Fuck you Alex!" shouted Max before getting knocked to the ground from another wild fighter.
