Gale nodded his support towards the Dewgong, calling out his thanks. He echoed the same thanks to the kind, lecturing girl for throwing a fingerless glove that would suit punching the foe. The ice sculpture before him would be perfect to catch, at any rate. He grabbed his final spare Poke Ball and tapped it on the frozen Gabite as it encapsulated the creature, catching it. Of course, he couldn't send it out now; it would be too injured to do any good.
Now that he had what he wanted, it would be time to save the day. So far as none of his companions stopped him, Gale could again wield a gun and provide some covering fire. "Yo, pretty lady! Got any weapons for me?" he shouted over the sound of the crippling horde. As he awaited a response, he kicked a Gible off of Bugger, who looked agitated for once. He seemed to be pulsating, ever so faintly. It was likely that he could evolve after the battle, Gale thought, grinning.