“Wha-Oh you mean–” Foor looks up at the Dawn-Wings, dazed.
“Ah, yes, I was wondering when someone would notice. See, my stat table– the– oh, I don’t know what my trainer calls it, I’m sorry. I just can’t take special hits too well. Los takes me out of fights if she doesn’t think my health will buffer a special attack from my opponent. You might want to ask her why I’m like this instead, she could explain it much better.”
Foor seems embarrassed by his lack of knowledge about himself, pacing anxiously.
“C-cool armor-uh, I mean, body, by the way! I’ve never seen a transparent Necrozma before!”