[Pikachu, surprised by Absol's rage, takes a second too long to react to its attack. The blade hits its side as it attempts to hop out of range, resulting it in being catapulted several feet away. A brief spark flashes as the sickle makes contact, the build-up of Pikachu's Static transferring through the attack with a crackle. It tumbles gracelessly in the grass and begins to pick itself back up before collapsing and lying still.

Miror frowns, his eyes narrowed angrily. Useless thing. If he can't get a hold of a Thunderstone soon he'll have to find some kind of replacement.] Lucky break; you win round one! But I don't think the next two will go quite so well for you, Champ.

[He recalls Pikachu, pausing before he reaches for another Pokeball. Instead, he turns his head to the side to nod abruptly at one of the Lombre standing guard behind him. Surely N was not so enterprising as to take advantage of a decrease in his defenses? By now Miror is fairly sure he's got N pegged. That other girl is a bit of a wildcard, though; clever, with the Ditto and all. Oh well. With Claydol occupied indefinitely, and Combusken nearly fainted from Darmanitan's punch, he only has one Pokemon left that N doesn't know about. Better save it for last.] Lefty, go on and take care of this, darling.

[One of the Lombre quickly shuffles around Miror and makes its way to the center of the clearing, right across from Absol. It raises its claws and grins darkly, eager to start.]