What a fancy response. Surely Char, who was deeply in tune with the Ancient, Instinctive Ways of his Kind, would answer his honourable foe with equal formality and gravitas.

"Eat a dick," Char helpfully suggested. He might, perhaps, have stopped to ponder the peculiarity of this strange Charizard knowing his name, but his instincts were singing so strongly that the voice of reason was entirely drowned out. If this punk wasn't gonna make the first move, then Char sure as hell was. He snapped his wings together, launching an Air Slash at Max's beefy self.