Lib...? Fuhoho! Liberation!? Oh, that's interesting. [Miror only gets a moment to be amused by N's unexpectedly dramatic reaction, though. Darmanitan's renewed vigor recaptures his attention.
Ignoring all sense of order, Serperior slithers forward to meet the charging Fire-type head-on. She's quickly engulfed by the flames and is knocked back by the wave of heat and fire to land in a coiled mass at Miror's feet. Miror has to step back and raise an arm to shield himself from the force of the flames. He winces as, for a brief, panicking moment, he imagines the Darmanitan not stopping at the boundary of the battlefield and plowing right into him, flames and all. But the Pokemon stops, and Miror slowly lowers his arm to look down at the fainted Serperior. Well. Shit.]
Hmm. [Not looking up -- What now? -- Miror silently recalls Serperior to her Pokeball. Should he just run? He puts the Pokeball back in his pocket -- Could he even get past that Sigilyph? Psychic Pokemon were incredibly difficult to deal with. He glances up after a moment.] Well. [He straightens, then; trying to appear nonchalant again. His normal response to this type of situation would be dramatic, angry; but, then, he usually doesn't have a proverbial gun to his back.] It appears you have beaten me thoroughly, Champ! [Claydol turns slightly towards its trainer, expecting an order, but Miror does not address it immediately.] Bravo.
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Ignoring all sense of order, Serperior slithers forward to meet the charging Fire-type head-on. She's quickly engulfed by the flames and is knocked back by the wave of heat and fire to land in a coiled mass at Miror's feet. Miror has to step back and raise an arm to shield himself from the force of the flames. He winces as, for a brief, panicking moment, he imagines the Darmanitan not stopping at the boundary of the battlefield and plowing right into him, flames and all. But the Pokemon stops, and Miror slowly lowers his arm to look down at the fainted Serperior. Well. Shit.]
Hmm. [Not looking up -- What now? -- Miror silently recalls Serperior to her Pokeball. Should he just run? He puts the Pokeball back in his pocket -- Could he even get past that Sigilyph? Psychic Pokemon were incredibly difficult to deal with. He glances up after a moment.] Well. [He straightens, then; trying to appear nonchalant again. His normal response to this type of situation would be dramatic, angry; but, then, he usually doesn't have a proverbial gun to his back.] It appears you have beaten me thoroughly, Champ! [Claydol turns slightly towards its trainer, expecting an order, but Miror does not address it immediately.] Bravo.