[The ruckus with the Unfezant startles Miror, and he curls a lip in annoyance at the fact that he's so on edge. N and Hilda -- he heard N call out her name just then -- seem to be properly distracted, though. If he is going to make a break for it, this is most definitely the moment! But the rain is falling steadily now, and it would be such an awful waste to leave. (Curiously, the rain doesn't seem to affect Miror's afro at all. The amount of hair product he goes through does not bear thinking about.)
Zoroark's Night Slash connects, dramatically ending Lombre's dance. He takes a step back, clutching its wounded arm but wearing an ominous grin. Despite the wound, he seems more energetic than before. Miror pauses another moment to watch N talk to the Unfezant. Maybe he was too worried, after all! The show his enemies are putting on just now is hardly intimidating. Chuckling, he shakes his head and points to the Lombre.] Fantastic, darling; now BubbleBeam!
[Lefty cackles and dashes to the side at an unnatural speed, boosted by the rain. He circles around Zoroark in the blink of an eye and opens his beak, emitting a jet of bubbles at his opponent's back. The attack seems unnaturally strong, also, spiraling through the air with a force bubbles probably shouldn't be able to achieve.
Meanwhile, Claydol peers down lugubriously at the imprisoned Paprika, its arms orbiting lazily around its body. It seems to be slowly processing its prisoner's request. After a moment, the stones shift, scraping against each other as they simultaneously move a few inches outward. As they settle in their new position, Claydol emits a low bong sound, appearing, if possible, mildly amused.]
no subject
Zoroark's Night Slash connects, dramatically ending Lombre's dance. He takes a step back, clutching its wounded arm but wearing an ominous grin. Despite the wound, he seems more energetic than before. Miror pauses another moment to watch N talk to the Unfezant. Maybe he was too worried, after all! The show his enemies are putting on just now is hardly intimidating. Chuckling, he shakes his head and points to the Lombre.] Fantastic, darling; now BubbleBeam!
[Lefty cackles and dashes to the side at an unnatural speed, boosted by the rain. He circles around Zoroark in the blink of an eye and opens his beak, emitting a jet of bubbles at his opponent's back. The attack seems unnaturally strong, also, spiraling through the air with a force bubbles probably shouldn't be able to achieve.
Meanwhile, Claydol peers down lugubriously at the imprisoned Paprika, its arms orbiting lazily around its body. It seems to be slowly processing its prisoner's request. After a moment, the stones shift, scraping against each other as they simultaneously move a few inches outward. As they settle in their new position, Claydol emits a low bong sound, appearing, if possible, mildly amused.]