[She knew it would happen: Xatu can't avoid the hit. He staggers, wings quivering, then falls. She bows her head as she returns the bird. That's one down, but she can't afford to dwell on it for long.]
We're both one-for-one, Silver. Don't you think it's a little early to be calling me weak?
[She tosses out another ball, this one revealing a giant 20-foot earth-devouring horror. Just kidding, it's actually just a Furret. The cute little fuzzball cocks his head curiously at Gengar, wearing an innocent smile.
Apparently, she seems to think that because normal-types are immune to ghost moves, she'll have an advantage. Kind of a rookie mistake, if that's the case: normal-types definitely aren't immune to Dark Pulse, or any other non-ghost moves Gengar might be packing.]
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We're both one-for-one, Silver. Don't you think it's a little early to be calling me weak?
[She tosses out another ball, this one revealing a giant 20-foot earth-devouring horror. Just kidding, it's actually just a Furret. The cute little fuzzball cocks his head curiously at Gengar, wearing an innocent smile.
Apparently, she seems to think that because normal-types are immune to ghost moves, she'll have an advantage. Kind of a rookie mistake, if that's the case: normal-types definitely aren't immune to Dark Pulse, or any other non-ghost moves Gengar might be packing.]