Wes felt the explosion go off beneath his feet. The quaking of the building caused his glasses to fall from his nose, rendering him sightless in seconds. He fell to the ground near the bleachers, the world blurring past his blind eyes. It seemed as though the roof around him was spiraling back down to the earth. His ears began to ring after the initial booming sound of the explosive and he could only faintly hear the command from the Professor to aid her students. Being across the arena from him, the voice of Matthew was only a meager call.
An orange, gray, and blue blur, what he thought to be his trusty Pokemon, nudged him to his feet as a pink blur-like ribbon of unknown strength wrapped about the group and carried them to safety on the stable patch of the roof. His eyes noticed what he thought of as the sky stained black with smoke; very similar to that of the Smokescreen, yet more primal. Wes laid upon the floor while Growlithe and Dratini curled around him, whimpering in fear. He moved his head weakly from the roof floor to just before him to find the familiar gray blur of what he thought to be Shieldon standing in front of him, holding true to its name. Wes groaned and from the combined force of the ringing in his ears, his sightless eyes, and the shock of the explosion, he fell into an unconscious void within himself. His head fell back onto the roof floor with a thud.