At the peak of the throw, the ball erupts open, splitting into its red and white halves, with a white burst of light escaping from the gap, heading toward the ground, and coalescing back into Dragonite. Then the ball closes again and, against all momentum, flies back toward the spot where it left his hand.

"See?" Sam comments with a smile, stepping past him toward Dragonite to pat its shoulder. "You can come pet Dragonite if you like, just be gentle." He also holds his hand out expectantly; give Pokeball back now please.