[Miror applauds rather sarcastically at Zoroark's defeat, finding much amusement in N's disarrayed appearance. He gives a nonchalant shrug at the question of a tie-breaker, although he does peer up at the sky with some amount of worry. The clouds are beginning to break up, and a quick glance at Lombre is enough to tell that there's no way he could last another round. He could send in his second Lombre... but he hasn't had time yet to teach the thing how to properly Rain Dance. And Claydol is busy being blabbered to by Paprika! Damn it!
With an impatient sigh, he gives in to impulse and recalls Lombre, switching out one Pokeball for another with a quick twist of his fingers. Time to release the secret weapon, then, even if the match-up is not exactly ideal. This was a perfect time to test his progress!
Miror tosses the Pokeball to the ground, then takes a quick step back out of range. The Pokeball sits still for an ominous moment before snapping open, its glowing energy rapidly transforming into nearly eleven feet of angry Serperior. She rises up on her coils, serpentine tongue flicking in and out as she sizes up the situation. She seems incredibly agitated. In fact, someone sensitive to the auras of Pokemon, (and such a person may or may not be present), would notice a faint tinge of darkness emanating from her -- she's not completely enveloped by it, but then, Miror hasn't quite figured out the secret to Shadow Pokemon yet. It's been quite the side project, experimenting with this stolen starter.
With the raindrops beginning to fade, Miror knows Darmanitan's full power will return only too quickly. He gestures dramatically towards Serperior.] Serperior! Slam! [With a hiss, the snake arcs her head towards the ground, moving in a wave that sends the end of her tail slicing through the air like a bullwhip towards Darmanitan.]
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With an impatient sigh, he gives in to impulse and recalls Lombre, switching out one Pokeball for another with a quick twist of his fingers. Time to release the secret weapon, then, even if the match-up is not exactly ideal. This was a perfect time to test his progress!
Miror tosses the Pokeball to the ground, then takes a quick step back out of range. The Pokeball sits still for an ominous moment before snapping open, its glowing energy rapidly transforming into nearly eleven feet of angry Serperior. She rises up on her coils, serpentine tongue flicking in and out as she sizes up the situation. She seems incredibly agitated. In fact, someone sensitive to the auras of Pokemon, (and such a person may or may not be present), would notice a faint tinge of darkness emanating from her -- she's not completely enveloped by it, but then, Miror hasn't quite figured out the secret to Shadow Pokemon yet. It's been quite the side project, experimenting with this stolen starter.
With the raindrops beginning to fade, Miror knows Darmanitan's full power will return only too quickly. He gestures dramatically towards Serperior.] Serperior! Slam! [With a hiss, the snake arcs her head towards the ground, moving in a wave that sends the end of her tail slicing through the air like a bullwhip towards Darmanitan.]