He stared ahead for a while, watching, the grunts load up bags full of pokeballs. Though he soon became distracted as the zubats began dropping from the air. The grunts stumbled around him, and feeling themselves fading, clutched the bags to their bodies and lay down coving them.
Giovanni pinched at the bridge of his nose, determined not to be hit by the effects. He stumbled slightly, immediately reaching for a pokeball. He leaned back against the wall and threw the pokeball, releasing his nidoking.