Rebecca watched as Nina double-kicked the undead to little effect, beginning to calm down now that she’d taken her frustrations out on the target. The Buneary reared up to attack the Ralts, but with the distance she’d set between them, she had more than enough time to react by teleporting further away from it. Her knowledge of type effectiveness was shakier than it probably should have been, but she did know that the Buneary’s weaknesses were as strange as the Buneary itself. This was a situation that called for playing it safe.

	“Hold on,” Rebecca said, “I think I can help out with this.” She stood in place and began to chant, saying a variety of words that would seem to be of a mystical quality to the uninitiated, but in actuality were nonsense that she was coming up with as she went. Nevertheless, just before Dexter released another fire attack, the air around Team Crescendo began to glow an incredibly faint blue under her Lucky Chant. They were now incredibly lucky, an attribute which was probably terribly undervalued.