>>22269462Trevenant pounds his fists to show that he means business. In return, Barbaracle does the same, except he does it with his upper arms, his lower ones crossed.
Siebold chimes in to offer another round of his culinary criticism, "Ah, a Trevenant? Not quite what I expected, to be honest. You see, I was under the assumption that the majority of your party consisted of over-pampered pint-sized cutesies. It'd be quite embarrassing to report a battle of that caliber that to Malva, I'm glad to see that is not the case."
"Over-pampered cutesies? P-Pint-sized?! Skrelp will evolve when he wants too, d-dammit!"
"I'll see it when I believe it," he says, "Now, enough idle layabout. Barbaracle, Dual Chop!"
"Baaaarrrr." Barbaracle delegates this attack to his upper arms, likely to save the energy in his lower ones.
"Trevenant, if Barbaracle wants to be defeated by getting punched in the face, it'd be stupid of us /not/ to help him out! Give him a Power-Up Punch, o-oh, and jump out of Dual Chop too!"
"Trevan!"
