The two Grovyle, one fast and one slow, one in front and one behind, closed in on the Meditite not far away.
Yuma Kamiya's gaze darted rapidly between the two figures, his brows tightly furrowed.
Is the one in front the real body? Or... forget it. I'll test it first.
"Teleport."
Meditite's pale blue eyes lit up again as spatial coordinates rapidly locked into place within its mind—
At that very moment, the Grovyle that had not used any moves and had merely been running normally came to a stop.
It stood about ten meters from Meditite, slowly raised its right arm, crooked its index finger toward itself, and wore an extremely punchable expression.
Its mouth curled into a grin, its golden eyes narrowing slightly with undisguised contempt and provocation.
That expression clearly said—"Come at me!"
Taunt.
The instant Yuma Kamiya saw that expression, he realized something was wrong, and his pupils contracted sharply.
"Meditite, don't let it affect you—!"
Before he could finish, Meditite's eyes had already shifted from black to a faint red.
In an instant, rage broke through the dam of reason, briefly drowning the calm and restraint that Psychic-type Pokémon took pride in.
Taunt's effect on Psychic-type Pokémon was indeed brief—usually only a few seconds, perhaps even less.
But those few seconds were enough to change the course of a battle.
Meditite's Teleport was interrupted.
It did not vanish. Instead, it remained hovering in place, its reddened eyes fixed on the Grovyle that was beckoning at it, its mouth twitching slightly with fury.
At that moment, the other Grovyle had already rushed to within three meters of Meditite's side.
A white Quick Attack aura enveloped its body, making it so fast that its form was nearly impossible to see.
On the leaf blade of its right