Wes watched the battle from the shadow of a tree, only vaguely interested. The Castform was really their only hope. Serperior would take tons of damage from super effective attacks, and Pawniard didn't have a strong move against the bird. They would take down the Braviary eventually though.
Wes sighed. Why did everyone always solve their problems with violence? No one knows how to run away any more, even if they're fighting a losing battle. He looked down sadly at Zorua, the glint of fire in it's eyes. Zorua looked up at Wes, and the fire was gone. This was a Pokemon who loved to fight, but knew how to run away. This was because Wes never fought, if he could help it. It wasn't anything as petty as fear, it was his hatred of fighting in general.