Rebecca jumped at the sight of the enemy finally making an appearance. She calmed down and readied for battle, preparing to use Dazzling Gleam… And…

It failed.

She stopped. How could it go wrong? She knew the attack, right? She remembered to use the TM earlier, right? She, uhhh…

She totally forgot to use the TM earlier. Right...

The Ralts cursed, took an attack that sent the small psychic sailing backwards, got up, cursed again, and dug around for a bit before she withdrew the disc from her bag and tried to figure out what she was looking at in the sparse, sporadic lighting. Was she supposed to put it in some sort of player? Was she supposed to read it in a really dramatic voice? Was she supposed to press it up against her forehead and just sort of psychically download it? Was she supposed to eat it? She quickly gave up and shoved the disc back in her bag. She used Disarming Voice, the magical soundwaves striking out even at what she couldn’t see herself. Dexter mentioned that there had to be some better way of lighting the place up. She completely agreed, distracting herself from her own failure by trying to think of a solution.

“Right!” Rebecca said, coming up with a plan before looking over to the Snivy. “Hey, Spruce, Right? Can you make vines or leaves or sticks or anything else combustible? We need a torch or some extra fires or something!”