It's a peaceful enough ride, for the most part -- rumbling aside. As they race around the lakeshore, neither Pokemon seems to flag, and it's entirely possible they could both continue making a circuit of the whole thing at least a hundred more times if their trainers wanted them to. Though without a proper saddle, even Lambert would beg off; the idea of holding on with his legs for that long is highly unappealing.

Such ruminations are quickly terminated, however, when Baker's playful dodging has the only result one could have reasonably expected at this point: after the Growlithe skirts too close to the Mudsdale's hooves one time too many, breaking her stride, the Mudsdale is forced to pull up short, hooves digging into the ground as she slams herself to a halt.

That does nothing for her riders, though, still carried forward by the inertia she's built up.

"Let go!" Lambert snaps, as soon as he realizes what's about to happen. His weight slams into Childermass from behind, and in a blur of motion and surprising strength, he wraps an arm around the magician's waist, presses the other hand to Pig and pivots on the momentum to pull them both off her back in an emergency dismount. He's trying to land them on their feet, but considering he's not used to doing this with another grown man who might possibly not take kindly to being yanked around so sharply, it's entirely possible he'll find himself landing back-first on the ground, or worse.