[Lampent listened, then, bobbed in the air as if nodding. It flew to its trainer's side fast (but not as fast as Serperior) and caight him in a glowing, psychic restraint before he could hit the ground.
It floated him up to set him back on his feet while explaining. Trip still looked uncertain, but with Lampent right there, even if Polnareff tried anything, Lampent could take his soul. So he walked back, hands in pockets, trying to look brave, but as soon as he's within (normal) earshot, he says outloud:]
Burn his soul if he tries anything.
Pen, pen.... [In a humouring, "yes, yes, if he does anything" sort of way.
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It floated him up to set him back on his feet while explaining. Trip still looked uncertain, but with Lampent right there, even if Polnareff tried anything, Lampent could take his soul. So he walked back, hands in pockets, trying to look brave, but as soon as he's within (normal) earshot, he says outloud:]
Burn his soul if he tries anything.
Pen, pen.... [In a humouring, "yes, yes, if he does anything" sort of way.