>>14861902The tie was randomized.Chespin gazes at the gym fight from above in the safety of a dewy tree, a grimace is plastered on his face.
"Chesp..."
He would interfere with that douche-gimmick of his, but he doesn't want to. Analysis is the key, he knows that. Studying the enemy is the only way to knowing their weakness.
Chespin stares at Froakie intently, a strand of wheat in his mouth. He grits his teeth, still peeved from his loss.
He was the superior one, the BETTER one, he could have whipped that frog's shit ten times back to Pluto, yet he still lost to him.
He grunts, the frog is quite honestly, no different from the otter.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U1UtJUuSQHs"Froakie, use Lick! Try to inflict Paralysis as hard as you can!"
Miss Leading is also studying you, but for more beneficial purposes. Her journal in hand, she intends to record every single tactic you dish out, in order to greatly exaggerate all of them and add in tons of minor suspense-building details for the initial draft of her report.
"Lick, huh? Interesting choice. Attempting to bring down Vivillon because she brought Froakie down with Infestation. It really reminds me of Fire Spin, speaking of, I should probably teach that to Fennekin one day..."
Viola shakes her head, fists clenched and confidence up the wazoo, "Nuh uh! You aren't getting to us that easily, Vivillon, use String Shot and slow him down!"
"Froakie, dodge it, quick!"
Much like his previous battle with Chespin, Froakie waits for the right moment to time his jumps, and takes a risk when he sees Vivillon spew out a string of speed-lowering silk.
"FROAA!"
