this was a terrible idea, bede was quickly beginning to realize. yet another example of his damnable impulsive side coming around to bite him. he would even go so far as to label it a catastrophe of the fairy trainer’s various faults just waiting to happen — because even as he recognized the severity of what he had gotten himself into, his pride refused to allow him to back down. bede was in this, whether he wanted to be or not. and he was going to win either way.
his eyes narrowed at the other’s choice in pokemon. a steel type — but not only a steel type, a bug type on top of it all. bede silently cursed his misfortune. ( after all, half of his team was composed of pokemon both fairy and psychic. ) as much as he wanted to rely on hatterene’s raw strength and dependability, this simply wasn’t a fight made for her.
with that in mind, bede made his choice. ❝ mawile? ❞
the fairy type materialized from her ball with a vicious snarl, snapping her maw. mawile was something of a problem child — had been, even before bede decided to make her his responsibility. ( prior to that, the gym trainers in ballonlea had considered her impossible to work with. ) they had their differences and their quirks, but ultimately, she was a good pokemon and a dependable ally. even now, he looked at her, she looked at him and there was a shared understanding there — that they were both too stubborn to lose.
❝ right. ❞ bede looked up. ❝ let’s begin. ❞ mawile surged forward without prompting, lunging for the scizor with the intent to trap and crush him in her jaws.
At the opponent’s snapping, the Scizor responded with a show of its adorned claws. Intimidation didn’t work as well on a Pokémon this old, but it still left him a bit hesitant about attacking. And that, the Mawile used to kill the distance. Jaws closed, crunching against the iron body. The steel-type struggled with speed when not attacking, but it could rely on its defenses-
And so it let itself be trapped for the time being on purpose. The corner of his mouth twitched not in frustration, but in a huff. Amusement. A strange move for a moment, but no madness he called his own was ever without motif. The trust in his partner may have been bigger than the dynamax-phenomenon, doubts never crossed the man. Guzma and Scizor’s eyes both flickered to the massive third member of their struggle, then the trainer’s brows knit. Sandaconda, noticing the confrontation beneath, unfurled its lengthy tail to Slam it against both.
The tail whipped across the battlefield at the two with immense might. A moment of doubt set in- perhaps he underestimated how strong those gigantic Pokémon were. It was fleeting. Type-advantage could only migitate so much. Maybe he had to play differently after all.
Quick. “Bullet Punch.“ No further direction, but they both knew what for. The part-fairy type was vulnerable when attacking with its maw. Either Mawile had to get out of dodge too, or it’d take the brunt of it. For the bug-type expert it was a window of opportunity to attack or escape- at the moment, escape had priority. From behind the shades, he shot a glance at Bede.
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