[He winces. So much for that side plan. He gives Paprika his best attempt at a reassuring look... but it probably looks pretty weak.
When the Pikachu is released, he takes a small step backward, as if expecting those sparks to jump out and hit him. But he quickly steels himself, the sight of the Pikachu ultimately giving him some more courage. He can't allow Miror to use any more Pokemon to accomplish his unjust deeds.
N's eyes dart over to Darmanitan, a powerhouse, first. But she's already been attacked once, and is now serving as a guard with Sigilyph. Minun offers himself up with an enthusiastic squeak, but N instead chooses a Pokeball from his belt. When it's tossed forward, it snaps open to reveal an Absol. It stands tall, glowering silently at the Pikachu.
N briefly kneels, ushering Minun off his shoulder. Following N's lead, it scampers off toward Hilda, likely to do what it does best: cheer. N quickly straightens and glances a final time at Hilda, expression unreadable, before turning his focus to the battle.]
No. We are ready.
[Pikachu-- Electric. Static. Paralysis. Few of his Pokemon have non-physical moves, and that puts him at a disadvantage. The attacks he makes will have to count.] Absol, Swords Dance. [Absol's fur bristles, and the sickle on the side of its head is enveloped in a bright glow. It moves, slinking catlike in a semicircle around the Pikachu and brandishing the scythe-like appendage like a sword.]
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When the Pikachu is released, he takes a small step backward, as if expecting those sparks to jump out and hit him. But he quickly steels himself, the sight of the Pikachu ultimately giving him some more courage. He can't allow Miror to use any more Pokemon to accomplish his unjust deeds.
N's eyes dart over to Darmanitan, a powerhouse, first. But she's already been attacked once, and is now serving as a guard with Sigilyph. Minun offers himself up with an enthusiastic squeak, but N instead chooses a Pokeball from his belt. When it's tossed forward, it snaps open to reveal an Absol. It stands tall, glowering silently at the Pikachu.
N briefly kneels, ushering Minun off his shoulder. Following N's lead, it scampers off toward Hilda, likely to do what it does best: cheer. N quickly straightens and glances a final time at Hilda, expression unreadable, before turning his focus to the battle.]
No. We are ready.
[Pikachu-- Electric. Static. Paralysis. Few of his Pokemon have non-physical moves, and that puts him at a disadvantage. The attacks he makes will have to count.]
Absol, Swords Dance. [Absol's fur bristles, and the sickle on the side of its head is enveloped in a bright glow. It moves, slinking catlike in a semicircle around the Pikachu and brandishing the scythe-like appendage like a sword.]