Healing Alyss

*in one swift blink of an eye, bleeding Alyss and her Pokemon appeared in the middle of the Pale Gardens. The Miltanks around them looked up from dining on the silver grasses and moo'd softly in the distance. Kings puffed through his nostrils, his eyes grew dangerous. The yellow uttered Pokemon around him shuddered as they hear his telepathic command echo throughout the field. They scrambled to him, a bit alarmed at his authority and taking out bottles from pouches: white bottles filled with milk, laden with healing properties. With his telekinesis, Kings lined these bottles up in front of him. He stepped closer to Alyss, bending on a knee. A bottle of milk drifted in the air, uncapped itself and poured itself into Alyss' mouth. It was held open, the liquid being guided correctly with King's telekinesis. One by one, the bottles began to deplete. Kings was growing tired, but he saw the results; with the milk, Alyss' wounds began to close slowly, nets of red cells kept in the dripping blood. Gashes grew to only deep scratches that hardly oozed red liquid*

*a booming grew to his head and suddenly something in his head was demanding authority. London stood quickly, surveying the field. On the far left was a gathering of what looked like standing cows. He peeked over to see. The Miltanks cleared a path for him, his face peering over to look at the event. What looked like a bleeding woman lay in the white grass, and a yellow...something was tending to her. London began to rush over, holding a ball of soft heat*

"Oi! Ya okay there?!"

*getting up in a snap, Kings interrupted him mid-sentence, throwing the young man back with his telekinesis. He turned to London, his eyes glowing a purple now; slowly an outline of purple encased him*

"Kadabra."

*in a swift movement, an empty bottle of MooMoo Milk crashed against a nearby rock. It cracked and broke the bottom of the bottle, creating a jagged edge. It floated in front of Kings' spoon. The spoon bent forward slowly and for a moment time stopped. Instantly, the broken bottle shot towards London's neck*

'Whoa..!'

*London ducked and the bottle shattered on the ground past him. It lost it's purple glow and lay as broken pieces close to him*

"I'm friendly, I promise!"

*the heat was removed from his hands and he put them up defensively. The yellow whatever it be was quite powerful to shoot him back so quickly, and protective. He glanced worriedly at the girl behind the figure though*