>>24938695Embedding his leek with the elements of nature and sharp, pointy leaves, the Miser rushes at Dedenne with a meteoric burst of adrenaline. "Dedenne, sidestep!" you call.
"Ne ne!" he squeaks back, keeping his cool.
The Leek Miser senselessly swipes and slashes his leek at the ham-ham as if it were an actual sword, missing the mark with each strike. "FARFARAFARFARFARFAAAAARRRR! GRAAAGGGH! STAY STILL PUNK!"
"D-Den!"
"Farfar! How can such a small target be so perennial?! I have enough boosts to last a war, how are you still faster?!" the Miser asks while swatting wildly. "FAAAARRRR! This leek has been passed down through the generations, it's been folded, shaved, and broiled a thousand times and then some! It even has an instinctive forged crit rate! Farfar! It NEVER misses, and it always crits, and everyone who gets whacked with it has to go to the hospital for a ten-week incumbency!.. Or at least, that's what I thought before you came along! Who said someone the size of a peach could shame the family name and get away with it?!"
"Den den ne ne!"
The Miser slams the leek down but misses once more, cutting into the stage floor instead. "FARFAR! I'LL MAKE YOU EAT THOSE SQUEAKS!" he shrieks. "AND I'LL GLADLY GARNISH THAT MEAL WITH THIS LEEK, JUST TO REMIND YOU OF THE MALLARD WHO DID YOU IN!—LEAF BLADE!"
