“That’s the idea. Just don’t hit me or Pig while you’re at it.” Lambert gives Hanamaru his best, encouraging smile. It’s a little unconvincing given how scraped up he himself is, but with any luck, she’ll take it.

“Now come on.” He stands by Pig, lacing his fingers together in preparation to boost her up onto the horse. Before they can do that, though? A large, winged shadow passes overhead.

Lambert’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t have time to do more than dive away from Pig and try to put himself between whatever suddenly lands between them and the Pokémon, a hulking winged shape that raises a cloud of dust that obscures its form.