[N probably would have answered Paprika's question about the rain, but he's too busy looking on in horror at the Serperior. Darmanitan tried to leap back out of range of the Grass-type's tail, but still winces as it lashes at her side. She moves away as far as she can, back closer to N. She looks him over with concern; he looks both horribly saddened... and startlingly angry.]

You're repulsive...! People like you give reason for Pokemon liberation-- I despise people like you! [For a moment, it seems he's reverted back to the king he used to be. Before him, Darmanitan has already started to charge up her next attack, her fur blazing brightly in the returning sunlight.] We shall have to crush your ideals here. [He gestures to the battlefield with a sweep of his hand.] Flare Blitz!

[With a roar, Darmanitan rushes forward, hurtling toward Serperior like a comet. N's expression is uncharacteristically cold as he watches. For a moment, his pacifist nature falters. While Darmanitan's target is clear, it isn't the Serperior that N wants to see injured. Should Miror B. get burned a bit by the attack's aftermath, he decides... so be it.]