He watched as Robin threw herself into the fray, and instinctually reached for a Pokeball on his belt. But he quickly withdrew his hand, apparently deciding against it. The only Pokemon he had was Zigzagoon, whose Normal-type moves would do nothing against the Golett. There was Zorua, but she was locked in a battle already-- the one with the Sigilyph. If he was going to help ward off the Golett, he would need to reclaim Zorua... but there was of course Paprika to worry about.

"No," he protested, giving her a mildly disgusted look. "A crowbar? That's barbaric..." He eyed Old Man, then glanced back at Robin. "Your Pokemon already have the right idea-- you will command them against our attackers. Battle to subdue, but do not kill. Zorua can help us, but..."

He clamped his hand over his head wound again, in a poor attempt to stanch the bleeding, and started off in the direction of Zorua and the Sigilyph. "Distract them while I handle this!" Paprika could at least do that, right...?