Gil let out a surprised screech, pinwheeling his arms. He leaned back and forth as he tried not to lose his balance—which usually wasn’t hard! He had good balance, so he thought. He still ended up on his back, blinking stars out of his eyes and giving the sky a bewildered glare. Was it just him, or did everything seem kind of….wobbly, all of a sudden? Ugh. Gil rolled to his feet and shook his head, rubbing at his eyes. He weaved back and forth as he stumbled towards Isa, each step wary, as though he expected the ground to suddenly burst up and flip him. He could do this still! He could probably do this. He just had to be careful—
Gil tripped on air, falling into a tumble and rolling straight into Xander, feet first.
Huh, wow, guess Isa did know what she was doing in a fight. Xander stood with a little less embarrassment as he watched her.. commence flailing again. ..Well, hey, it worked before.
And now maybe it wasn’t working out quite so well. Suddenly the Infernape was stumbling Xander’s way. He tried to leap aside but Gil’s feet grazed his shin and he slipped up, barely managing to catch himself. Isa kept flailing.
“All right you damn monkey,” he growled at Gil. “You wanna fight with me now huh?” He smirked and cracked his knuckles.
“Well sure, why the fuck not?” Because fire and martial arts Xander. “Isa I’m tagging you out.”
The thing about letting his pokemon outside of the pokeballs the majority of the time was that, unless he was keeping a close eye on them, he had no idea where half of them went most of the time. Pru and Mandy he didn’t worry about—they seemed quite taken with each other, and as long as Pru was sleeping, Mandy would watch over her like an overprotective mother from beyond the grave. With Gil and Mistral—
Alan let out a squawk of his own as Mistral flew at him, slapping his head with her wings as she settled onto his shoulders. She shifted from one foot to the other, tugging at his hair and jacket. Then she was off again, circling him once before flying in a straight line. He ran after her, eyebrows raised. “Mistral, what are you—did you two do something again? Hey!” He ducked around tents and people as he went, careful not to lose sight of her.
Then he rounded a corner and fffffffrick! Alan skidded to a stop, tripping over his feet as he tried not to run over his own infernape. “Gil? Gil, what are you—uh.” Alan froze, bent over with arms out for balance, when he noticed Xander and Isa. He pulled himself upright, ears going red with embarrassment. “Y—wh—um. Er.” Alan looked from Gil, who was swaying from where he crouched, to Isa, then to Xander. “Was—what—I’m sorry?”
When in doubt, assume Gil did something.