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The Ekans' pattern of "speech" does not change. It may have heard you, it may have not. In any case, its hissed prayers continue unfettered by your words.

The blood from its Carn-inflicted wound is pooling around its curled up body. A breeze blows the coppery smell of it into your nose.
Pitch eyes the snake. It was focused, devout even. He lifts his knife to end it, end that hissing, but stops. Maybe the snake could be useful. Maybe it would help his goals. Pitch could use it, use it as a weapon. If they were brother and sister, perhaps they would be even more useful. They'd be easy acquisitions to his family.

Pitch holds the Pokeball in his hand, then looks at the snake. He slams the Pokeball into its head, aiming for a capture, clenching the ball in his fist.

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