[Pikachu's doubles flicker in the sudden gust of wind. Miror folds his arms in disapproval, having to steady his admittedly top-heavy self against the gale. Already growing impatient, he calls out to Pikachu.] Right, then; Thunderbolt.
[The real Pikachu lowers its head, mirrored with some amount of delay by the steadily hazier doubles. Little bolts of electricity spark from its cheeks as if it were revving up an internal engine, and the static builds up in the air around it, making its fur stand on end, before it takes a deliberate hop back. With a crack of thunder, a jagged bolt of electricity arcs towards Absol.
Miror, meanwhile, considers his options. He feels rather bound to a kind of honor among thieves contract here; battles are simply outside the realm of criminal activity. Even the most hardened criminal tended to honor the sanctity of a Pokemon battle. He is, therefore, reluctant to use it as a distraction to escape. Plus, with four of his Pokemon outside of their balls, it'd take a lot of coordination to just pack up and make a run for it. For now it would seem he is committed to battling it out.]
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[The real Pikachu lowers its head, mirrored with some amount of delay by the steadily hazier doubles. Little bolts of electricity spark from its cheeks as if it were revving up an internal engine, and the static builds up in the air around it, making its fur stand on end, before it takes a deliberate hop back. With a crack of thunder, a jagged bolt of electricity arcs towards Absol.
Miror, meanwhile, considers his options. He feels rather bound to a kind of honor among thieves contract here; battles are simply outside the realm of criminal activity. Even the most hardened criminal tended to honor the sanctity of a Pokemon battle. He is, therefore, reluctant to use it as a distraction to escape. Plus, with four of his Pokemon outside of their balls, it'd take a lot of coordination to just pack up and make a run for it. For now it would seem he is committed to battling it out.]