Weavile nodded, smiling broadly. Well, this wasn't going to end well, but it wouldn't have anyway.

"Weavile!" Cyrus snapped. "Attack as you were ordered to do! Brick Break!"

But it was no use. The weasel sat down to admire Blacky instead, seeming not to hear its trainer.

This couldn't be happening. Cyrus couldn't be losing to a mere Umbreon. He had defeated multiple gods effortlessly and...

That was it, wasn't it? His battle with Arceus...had it cursed him? No, that was foolish. But to find anyone who stood in his way that he couldn't stop...

"Weavile! Attack!" and this time his scream had a tone of desperation.