The Pokémon Gym had fallen eerily silent.
Tate and Liza had just been hit with Mega Mawile's overwhelming strength, the kind that seemed to say, So you're the Gym Leaders? They stared at each other without a word, though their eyes were holding an entire conversation.
Say something! You're always the one who talks!
I don't know what to say! When have we ever seen anyone this strong?
Why don't we just skip the commentary...
No! That'll make us look completely unprofessional! What if he complains that we're not good enough?
He wouldn't go that far... would he?
The two traded frantic looks, neither noticing Rei, who was refereeing from a distance, repeatedly trying to catch their eyes and giving little coughs as a reminder.
Meanwhile, Baimu quietly watched Mega Mawile. She had lowered her head and was panting steadily, with no sign of raising it again. Even the twin jaws behind her head hung low rather than curling upward. Her limit came sooner than I expected. She had burned through far more energy than she had during the team battle.
She probably had only a few minutes left.
He looked at Tate and Liza across the arena. He had been waiting ages for their mid-battle assessment and next Pokémon.
Mega Mawile was about to run out of steam, and Trick Room was nearly over. If they didn't hurry up, give their comments, and start the next round, what were they waiting for?
Had they noticed Mega Mawile didn't have full control of her power?
None of the four spoke. All four were getting anxious.
The only one in no hurry was Porygon2, rotating along with the planets overhead. It felt like it was riding a roller coaster, which was unexpectedly fun. If this weren't a Gym battle, it could