That day, I had gotten revenge on two Pokemon with one single, well-aimed bolt of crackling electricity. The air was filled with vibrations, entering eardrums of most Pokemon and setting the danger-filled atmosphere. Water Pokemon that had foolishly went against us were sent back to their sleep, as we continued fighting the dozen that had rose from the underground pool. No longer dry this place, but wet again and with tiny holes that had been corroded over a millennium. Obviously, they didn't seem like natural features.

I watched on as one of the Pokemon had gotten up and retreated into the sea, dragging her Tympole partner by his tail. I wasn't stopping anytime soon, and neither was anyone else in this room/cave. But, change was going to happen soon, especially as I hadn't done anything about the original attack - Mister Mudkip. That bastard and his smug smile. He satirically pitied us on and rubbed saliva off his conch shell, complaining to himself about the mess on his Poke-burning sleeves. I refrained from attacking as I clenched an Omanyte's tentacle between a pair of magnets, and let go - the end result was the thing slapping its eyes hard, insult to injury being paralysed shortly afterwards. "This ends now, [s]Sforza[/s] Mister!" I angrily clanged three of my magnets by swinging them below me, a seemingly impossible feat due to the magnetism repelling all three from each other. Made possible by getting all the north and south sides facing together. Then, I had to turn the sides again to repel, since they were being attracted to each other.

"It quite certainly will!" The Mudkip gracefully put his conch into his suit (which struck me as just ridiculous, as I thought I knew that thick object wouldn't fit at all), and his gestures reflected his blinding ego. "Where's your guild NOW, 'Nickson?'" He sarcastically quipped, loudly-

"Oh, that's gonna be your last words in your obituary. Beat him up, Atty!" Puns. Never failed me at my lowest moments. Plus, he started it, so I would be continuing out of 'respect.'

...

In my attempt to throw Anthony (Spruce's long lost something to which I would react after the fight) at the Mudkip, I let loose only a PHAAB helmet at his head. Anthony wasn't inside. Sure, the helmet itself dealt some damage by disorientating him and giving him a bad bruise, but clearly fighting both him and wild Pokemon would be pretty damn difficult. Especially if the latter's trying to drag you down with a tentacle or two. "I knew something like that would happen. Sorry, Anthony. Not so sorry about electrocuting you earlier." So, I started shooting bolts of electricity at the Mudkip, forming craters in the walls as they exploded from the charge. Mudkip himself was no longer disorientated to my dismay, awaken by a pair of lightning bolts that had zoomed pass his cheek and leg. "Now I did NOT expect that."

"Nice try. You missed twice in two seconds!"

"That's why third's the charm, you bloody charade!" It wasn't. In fact, I was dropping myself onto some sharpened ground to break the Omanyte's grip, hoping I'd rip several tentacles or something.