After confirming that Krookodile was not seriously hurt, Blaziken let go of him, stepped back, then raised his gaze and warily looked toward the other side of the field.
Espeon was not idle either.
The instant Medicham was blasted away, Espeon's four paws had already moved.
She dashed beneath Medicham's landing point, the red gem on her forehead glowing with a deep violet light—Psychic was unleashed at full power.
An invisible field of psychic power surged from her body like a huge unseen hand, steadily catching Medicham in midair and gently setting him down on the ground.
Medicham planted both feet firmly on the ground and swayed slightly. The pain shooting through his right leg made him frown faintly, but he took a deep breath and steadied himself.
He raised his head and looked across the field.
Blaziken stood beside Krookodile, one tall and one short, one red and one dark red, the two Pokémon standing side by side.
A charred wound ran across Krookodile's chest, his scales shattered enough to reveal the muscle beneath. Yet his gaze remained fierce, his claws slightly spread as his dark red eyes fixed relentlessly on Medicham.
Blaziken's posture was more relaxed, his arms hanging naturally at his sides. Yet beneath the calm in his blue eyes lay a sharpness ready to erupt at any moment.
Espeon walked to Medicham's side. Her violet eyes watched Blaziken and Krookodile across from them, her tail gently swaying behind her while the gem on her forehead flickered with a deep radiance.
Medicham took a deep breath, lifting and lowering his right leg slightly to test the injury—it could still move, but exerting force would definitely be affected.
His gaze shifted from Krookodile to Blaziken, and his black eyes narrowed slightly.
The four Pokémon faced each other once