Trillo bobbed up and down in his version of a nod. He rammed near the lock again. One of the screws popped off, but the rest still held. The Pokemon's glowing eyes dimmed in a defeated look, but after a few seconds mustered up some more optimism. This was much closer than he imagined they would get without the steel sticks. Maybe, between the two Pokemon, this cage would break soon.

Mr. Mime let out a loud scream as the scary Pokemon appeared right in front of him. Then he blushed, remembering that a good mime is supposed to stay silent. Weezing's faces clenched in pain as the psychic wave rippled through her. She stayed strong through the blow, looking quite angry at Sylveon and the Alakazam several feet away.

Barley was starting to look red and sweaty, a combination between nerves and the hot ringleader suit that was really not convenient in this situation. His eyes darted around the battlefield. He could send out more Pokemon... but he would have a hard time keeping track of more than two at once. He could... no, not yet.

"Weezing, Smokescreen. Mr. Mime, Light Screen."

Going with a defensive strategy this turn, Mr. Mime pantomimed a wide wall around himself. The area around his team shimmered gold for an instant, signifying a barrier against special attacks. Then, a thick cloud of purplish-black smoke billowed out of Weezings's mouths. The area around Weezing and Mr. Mime was obscured, as well as Barley, making them harder to find.

As Faye worked on picking the lock, the hairpin suddenly burned white-hot in her hand. A spark of flame also hit the unconscious Arctozolt inside.