>>14618837"Oh... Well, I guess you at least have some interesting stuff to write about in that report then, huh?"
"It's a certainty. Fennekin, Tail Whip, then Scratch, please don't hold back."
"Kin, kin-- FENNEK!" the fennec fox runs towards Friar Tuck-Pour to finish the job. There is some doubt in you that the fox will fail due to the major type disadvantage, but given her trainer's words, there might be some hope in the form of strategic combat.
"This shall be a most satisfying defeat! PREPARE YOURSELF, FURBAIT!" Friar Tuck-Pour readies for a terrifying Water Spout, a devastating move that only hefty Wailords and the legendary Kyogre should even touch.
But as he charges the attack in his head, the fox strikes.
"Now!" she orders.
"Fenne, fenne!" the fox whips her tail at the monkey, and then scratches him five times. The attacks render him dazed before he can even say anything about it, he falls to the ground with a loud thump. It's here that you think it's, but she's only just begin.
"Ember!"
"Wait, what are you-?!"
Fennekin's Ember heats up the water in Friar Tuck-Pour's odd tumor spout sticking out of his head, and he feels the backlash from it in moments.
"AAAAAAGH! M-My head, MY HEAD FEELS LIKE A SCALDING CUP OF HOT JOE, SUBTRACT THE JOE AND REPLACED WITH WATER! AUUUGH!" weakened, he stumbles about.
"Scratch him again."
Friar Tuck-Pour is rendered defeated, he collapses on top of Little John-Sear, swirls in his eyes.
Just as you think victory has been claimed for the Duke and his low-leveled kingdom, you hear someone stirring from behind you.
