"Mawile." Hex muttered, staring at the pair. "It had to be Mawile."

Mawile. They were known for their cute, bipedal appearance at the front, with little skirts and gloves. However, at the back, there was a massive, gaping maw. The frontal appearance was used to lure lovesick prey into it's massive mouth. These two seemed to be going for more of a straightforward attack, no real distraction or clever plan. One Mawile rushed forward, using it's secondary mouth to bite into Josh, throwing him into the air. It happened very quickly. Shannon rushed forward, sending forth an icy gust that damaged one, but not very much. Anthony countered an attack from one and used Water Gun on another. Hex supposed she ought to lend a hand.

Hex began to flutter her wings rapidly. She felt a strong, harsh wind beginning to swirl around it, a vortex of wind. Gust had become slightly stronger since she had last used it, but not by much. At least it was a bit more than blowing air and hoping that they would be a little bit pushed back. As the wings began to compact more of the surrounding air into the gust, one Mawile rushed forward surprisingly nimbly. It swung around it's second mouth, and used it's forward momentum to clip Hex. The gust was suddenly released, a swirling mass of air not formed properly. The air blew forward, and luckily pushed back the less intimidating Mawile. The second Mawile tripped on it's own feet, falling to the ground, slightly dazed.

"Can anyone get this one?" Hex asked, pulling herself out of the reach of yet another deadly swing of the mouth. "I can't really gust it without getting smacked."