[N grits his teeth and continues to glower, puzzling over numerous plans in his head. Here, they seem to have a stalemate. He can't attack, but neither can Miror, when he's surrounded by N's Pokemon.]
Tch. Forcing your Pokemon to destroy itself so you can make a getaway... Disgusting and cowardly.

[Behind Miror, Darmanitan growls lowly and raises a fist, readying Hammer Arm--] Darmanitan, no! [Reluctantly, she stops herself. N sighs, trying to collect his thoughts. Hearing Miror call him "violent" is like an insult. N's threats are weak; he still abhors violence. But in what circumstances was it necessary? None, he would have answered. Now, he's unsure. And that disgusts him.

His gaze darts upward, meeting another pair of eyes glowing turquoise in the canopy above him. There's always that-- Zoroark, poised to attack from above. But N looks back ahead.]

Very well. Speak. [He pauses, expectantly, then adds quickly:] No trickery, or I will not stop Darmanitan's next attack. [Darmanitan makes a sound that is something like a gruff laugh. Yeah, she'd like to just smash this guy and get it over with. But that's clearly not going to happen, with that Claydol there.]