The Dust Settles

The sudden attack caught the bikers completely off guard.

Especially the Mohawk-haired leader. When he saw Mawile charging at him like lightning, Mohawk nearly got so scared his hair stood on end. He shouted for his Weezing to block it with Gyro Ball.

The nearby bikers also hurriedly sent out their own Pokémon.

But Chansey suddenly appeared, raising its little paws. Terrifying Gravity instantly slammed the front ends of their Hover Motorcycles to the ground with a series of bangs. The lighter damage wrecked them on the spot, while the worse cases began spewing black smoke, throwing the area into chaos.

Their Weezing and Koffing were also forced down, crashing against the ground with loud thumps like basketballs bouncing—and falling in such numbers that it looked like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

"Gaaas..."

Mohawk's Weezing could not help letting out a low groan, and the Gyro Ball it had planned to use fizzled out before it could be launched.

In that situation, only the foul-smelling Grimer and the Poké Ball-like Voltorb remained unharmed. Yet the bikers' cries made them hesitate, unsure whether to turn back and rescue the others or continue attacking Mawile and Chansey.

The next instant.

A pink storm surged forth, spreading in every direction like a solid wall. It swept through the area like a gale scattering fallen leaves, sending Pokémon and motorcycles alike tumbling backward.

The bikers at the center were blasted into the air by the shockwave, then slammed to the ground under the restraints of the gravity field, groaning in pain.

The bikers slightly farther out stared in dumbstruck disbelief, unable to put their feelings into words for a moment.

At that moment, Baimu gave the order.

"Take them down!"

Immediately after.

The Quicksand Team members, who had been waiting for this moment,