[Miror warily watches the Sigilyph and Darmanitan circling around him. Now there was another person involved, some girl. Another trainer. Damn it! He could handle one trainer; he and N's teams couldn't possibly be too different in level. Being outright attacked by Pokemon is making him uneasy, though; he'd dealt with that kind of thing before, back in Orre, but even in that hive of criminals it wasn't something that occurred too often. He certainly hadn't expected it from the kind of person he'd made N out to be in his head.

Trying to keep a handle on the situation, he shrugs nonchalantly, despite being unnerved by the battle cries of the beasts beside him. The Lombre look back to their trainer, not sure how to proceed. Miror adjusts his grip on Paprika's arm, and moves his free hand to his pocket with the rest of his teams' Pokeballs.]

Now, hold on, darling; no need to get violent. How about we talk this out, hmm? There's no way you attack me while I've got Paprika here. [He feels in his pocket, trying to think what Pokemon could possibly help him out of this situation. Deftly, he pulls out a Pokeball and threw it to the ground, releasing Claydol.] And especially not when Claydol will Selfdestruct if I feel things are getting out of hand!