[Miror grits his teeth. This is all becoming so much more involved than he'd wanted. Why did nothing ever go the way he planned!? It was hardly fair. He shakes his head at the suggestion of a single match-up -- it was far too risky. He's beginning to see that his enemies are surprisingly resourceful, and that brief glimpse of Zekrom wasn't lost on him.]

Three one-on-one's, then. Doubles are really more my style, you know, but I'll be accommodating. [He flashes a confident grin, enjoying N's discomfort at being set up to battle. It was a small thing, but he has to take what he can get at this point.

Unfortunately, his attention returns to his side of things now that he must choose a Pokemon to use. The first thing he notices is, of course, Paprika's hand halfway down his pocket.] Hey now, none of that! [Miror grabs the errant hand and, now holding both of Paprika's arms, scowls at the inconvenience of it all. Were they trying to trick him just now!? How... rude! He angrily pushes Paprika to the side and nods towards his Claydol.] Claydol, darling, make sure Paprika stays put, would you?

[The Pokemon turns, glowing an ominous purple color as it summons up large shards of pointed stone. It manipulates them into a tight circle around Paprika; a cage made of Stealth Rock. Miror dusts off his hands and turns back to N, rather annoyed.] Well!? Let's battle, then! Or do you have any other clever little plans you'd like to get out of the way first? [He snaps his fingers and his two Lombre move in closer beside him, facing Darmanitan and Sigilyph respectively. Now that he's separated from his human shield he does feel a bit vulnerable.

Miror pulls out a Pokeball and tosses it between him and N. A Pikachu is released, its fur bristling and shooting off sparks.] Your move, Champ.