Full-thickness burns? Try fourth-degree. The shield Pythos engaged moments before being engulfed did little to prevent the heat from penetrating right through it. He released the shield as he fell away and began crawling on the ground and screaming in pain. The smell of burnt skin filled his nose while he quivered in shock. He pulled out a Goddess Tear and splashed it on himself, hoping that it would give him any form of relief. The easing of pain was minimal, but the healing water kept him from dying. The damage was far from negated.
Frederick Hanford grabbed a compact, single-barreled version of the beloved USMC "Spanker" and stepped outside to see Pythos kneeling on the ground. He aimed the rocket launcher at the time-traveller and fired. Pythos reached into his bag and came up with a string of Catch Beads. As he gripped the ancient beads, he felt power surging through his mind.
Pythos held his palm forward and focused. With the power of Psynergy bestowed upon him, he created a large, invisible hand in the air in front of him with his mind. Pythos then closed his hand and the mentally-rendered hand moved in correspondence, clamping around the oncoming rocket and snuffing the explosion.
To say this was visually absurd would be an understatement. The giant hand was invisible to Hanford. He dropped the now empty rocket launcher to the ground in bewilderment.
But, alas, Pythos is no Adept and the Catch Beads cracked after being used.
Frederick pulled out a shotgun and ran forward while Pythos pulled out the Golden Tiger Claw and fitted it around his left wrist. Pythos slashed at the air... slicing it open? The ripped-open reality looked like a tiger-striped optical illusion just floating there. When Hanford came within reasonable firing distance, he aimed the shotgun in Pythos' direction and squeezed off a blast while Pythos tumbled into the dimensional rift. The shotgun balls ripped through the air where Pythos had been a mere fraction of a second before and the rift sealed up. As the soldier anticipated where his opponent had warped to and turned around, Pythos was already swinging the Home-Run Bat with all the strength he could muster. The sports equipment connected with Frederick's torso and transferred the legendary force.
Frederick Hanford sailed forty feet through the air (the shotgun disappearing into the horizen) and smashed to the ground before tumbling to a stop. Pythos collapsed to his knees, dropping the bat and howling in pain once again. The wide, hard movement of swinging the bat agitated his horribly burned skin, resulting in blazing, searing pain. With a degree of difficulty, he pulled out a Pokéball and flung it as far as he could toward Hanford.
It suddenly shot forward and slammed its cephalothorax into Hanford's solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him. It then unleashed an unending barrage of rock punches at Hanford's face, not caring to stop any time soon.
This Pokémon obviously wasn't going to wait for trivial things such as its master's commands. It was going all out.
Meanwhile, while Frederick was busy trying to catch 'em all, Pythos used the time that Geodude was buying him to try different healing items, searching for relief from his fiery stinging pain. He drank a Hi-Potion. It gave him energy and restored some vitality, but he still looked like a sausage that had been left on the grill too long... and felt like it, too. He used a Burn Heal on himself even though it was made for Pokémon. Finally, he used a Wound Salve on his fried skin. He may be ready to fight again, despite his greatly marred appearance. Yet was he still not free of the pain and damage of being burned...