"Come on Ralts, hold on a little longer, use Magical Leaf in that whirlwind!" Hadaron cried out. Ralts nodded obediently, though it was unable to see its trainer through the smoke and summoned the whirring blades of green and sent them randomly throughout the storm. Given the wind and the dispersal of the attack some of the leaves would have to hit the Sandile sooner or later stopping its attack. If Ralts was going to take one more hit after this Hadaron would be forced to surrender, but for now. "As soon as it comes out finish him!"