Meditate

"Nice teamwork!"

Brawly recalled the unconscious Machamp and couldn't help praising him. "Looks like you did plenty of homework. With that kind of preparation, no wave's too big for you."

As an experienced Gym Leader, he could tell that Baimu and Mawile had devised tactics around his habits and his Pokémon. That was why they had beaten Machamp so smoothly, with little need for commands during the battle.

Keeping Machamp off the ground so it couldn't brace itself or put its strength into its attacks, then using Taunt to stop it from powering up—both moves had struck at the heart of the problem.

Brawly didn't mind challengers approaching a Gym battle this way. He encouraged it.

To him, that preparation was like choosing a different board for each kind of wave. Every wave called for its own approach. The key wasn't how well you devised a strategy.

It was whether you could pull it off.

"You're too kind."

Baimu nodded, then looked at Mawile as she returned to him, breathing a little hard. "Beautifully done," he said softly.

"Chi-do~"

Without looking back, Mawile gave him a thumbs-up.

Then Brawly took out his second Poké Ball. "Go! Medicham!"

Pop!

"Ji!"

White light flashed. With a ringing cry, a pink, humanoid Pokémon landed in the arena, standing on one leg, her body as flexible as a noodle.

Medicham, the Meditate Pokémon, usually had the Ability Pure Power, which doubled her Attack to terrifying effect.

In other words, her hits hurt—a lot. A Pokémon weak to Fighting-type attacks would have a hard time withstanding them.

But Baimu had already found a way to deal with her.

"Baton Pass!"

Before Medicham had even landed, he had begun switching Pokémon.

White light shone above Mawile's head. She became a streak of light and flew back