The only thing that Seth could do in his condition was to prop himself up on his stump as high as he could manage while the battle raged all around him. His good arm lay at a right angle on his left as his talons clawed at the stone pavement, itching to hoist the battered old body to its feet so it could aid its comrades. While he sat half-upright, Seth was able to detect where exactly the pain in his back was coming from - the lower base of his spine just above his pelvis. The fact that he was able to sit up a little was reassuring to know; it meant that no bones were broken. If I can do this, then I can surely stand.
The effects of the Trick Room were starting to wear off and the distorted atmosphere began to revert back to normal. The Scyther was in a bad way, with half of its abdomen torn to pieces and being knocked forcefully to the ground by a Hidden Power attack from Wayfarer. They are doing so well... Seth knew that he did not have time to dwell on how proud he was of his friends; he had to get up somehow, and he had to do it quickly. He knew that as soon as the Trick Room disappeared then the Scyther would regain its usual speed, which was perhaps only rivaled with Wayfarer's. He could already see the hideous creature starting to regain some of its movement, and as a Fire-type, he knew he could end this.
With a strained groan, Seth reached his arm upwards and grabbed hold of a metal beam that hung horizontally out of the partially-collapsed building he lay next to that had obviously fallen from its ceiling. Hoping that the beam was strong enough to support his weight, he hoisted himself off the ground, firmly gritting his teeth together as to not cry out in pain. It pained him even further to stand up straight, so merely resorted to staying in a slightly bent over position, using the beam as support. Looking up at the battle with a tear-stained face, he noticed a Pokemon, that he immediately recognised as a Manectric, charging straight in there and delivering a Thunderbolt attack to the Scyther's battered hide. How brave! The Bug's wings were badly burnt - there was no way it could fly now. Do it now!
Seth raised both of his legs in turn - the right felt uncomfortable to lift but he was sure that he could bare to run in a quick burst if he ignored the pain for a moment. Glaring at their foe as it recovered from the Manectric's attack, he dared to let go of the beam - he winced and tottered a little bit, but stayed on his feet - and his wrist erupted into intense, orange flames. With a cry, Seth charged forward. Raising his fist and witnessing the look of surprise in the bug's eyes as he rapidly approached it, he delivered the Fire Punch attack directly into the creature's chest. Foul-smelling purple blood splattered from its open jaw as it was sent flying backwards through the crumbling wall of the Trainer's School. The building's fragile ceiling began to creak at the impact and it collapsed, burying the screaming Scyther and crushing it under several tonnes of brick and concrete.
"...It is done." Seth took deep breaths as he dropped onto all three limbs, panting heavily. Looking wearily up at his comrades - no, his friends - he gave them all a relieved smile. "You all did so well ... thank you." Turning his head and spotting the brave Manectric that had helped make his attack possible, he realised how ridiculous and helpless he looked and, using the trunk of a decorative tree for support, pulled himself to his feet again. "Come here, young one." His eyes, still wet with pain and exertion, only began to glisten only at the admiration he had for the courage of this Electric-type and the way that she had helped them without even knowing who they were. "Please, tell me your name."
((FALCON ... PUNCH!))
