True form? What was he-- oh. He didn't believe she was actually an Umbreon. But what else would she be, a Ditto? She obviously wasn't Bob in disguise, since the god was right there in the stands.

Her head hurt; the more the poison spread through her system, the less patience she had to deal with Cyrus' completely justified suspicions. She narrowed her eyes at her final opponent. Even though the Pokemon who inflicted the condition on her had been knocked out, someone had to pay for it. Someone had to share (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Synchronize) the misery, and poor Weavile was the only target around.

She growled quietly as her innate ability came into play.