The PEWTER Team

Immediately the Zangoose turns away from the burning flames, shielding the frail body of the bug he carried from the torrent of scorching fire with his body as he immediately moves closer to Plant, trying to sheild the small Grass Type too.
An oath rises on his tongue. Anyone should be able to see that the creature they were fighting was pretty much immune to flames and the ones he was fighting along side definitely were not. If it wasn't for the strident cry directed at the struggling Kabutops shaking ashes from its rocky shell he would fear they were under attack from some other source. His pink eyes immediately try to find the threat.
Turning briefly to follow the source of the attack Templar sees a tuft of orange fur. His anger subsides a fraction.
A Fire Type, probably didn't have any other attack moves he could have used but still the incredible lack of forward planning irritated the normal type more than it should have.
Trying to deal with the eerie sensation of Caterpie feet stuck to his back the Zangoose drives another blow into the Kabutops's shell, causing it to crack further.
It is credit to the disease that it doesn't even notice this battle is killing it.
"If you want to help do it some other way then trying to roast us alive!" Templar snarls. "Can't you see there are Grass Type's present!"

Curling her long body up comfortably in the Snover's arms Lamia feels a bit less exhausted. Even if Verglas didn't smell anything like her daddy he was the same color and for now that was good enough for her.
Making sure her stubby bladed tail doesn't accidentally poke her carrier's side he curls her body up tight, peeking her bright red eyes over the Snover's hands.
His body was cool to the touch...
She is too sleepy to think properly but she recognizes that the fox is someone knew.
The little seviper yawns, too tired by the cold to think of attacking.
"Who 're you?" She tieredly echoes the snover, her pink tongue flickering out to taste the warm scent of fox fur.