They closed in from several sides, aiming straight for Flygon at the center.
But Flygon showed no panic. It even had time to recall sailing with Drake and being caught between swarms of wild Gyarados.
Those were the days...
Flygon narrowed its eyes, and its body moved almost of its own accord.
"Lyao!"
A sudden hum sounded, white light flashed, and sand swirled. The Dreepy blinked, and Flygon was gone.
"Chiya?" "Chiya!"
The two flew past each other. Long practice kept them from colliding even when they lost their target.
At the same time,
Dragapult unleashed the Dragon Flame it had gathered as they crossed paths. A vicious dragon head of multicolored energy chased Flygon, but missed when Flygon abruptly changed course.
Boom!
The Dragon Flame struck the swirling sandstorm, blasting fine grains of sand everywhere.
They all looked up at Flygon. Its wings vibrated so fast they blurred as it shot to the top of the Sand Tornado. For that instant, it had moved even faster than Dragapult after Dragon Dance.
What a quick reaction!
And... was that Quick Attack?
Dragapult knew the move too, but it had never thought Quick Attack could accelerate that sharply. Perhaps this was the difference in move proficiency its Trainer had mentioned.
The same move could produce entirely different results when used by different Pokémon—
Had my attack been too obvious,
or had I launched it from too far away?
"Rutu!"
It flicked its tail. As soon as the two Dreepy returned to its launch ports, it lunged at Flygon above, Dragon Dance-enhanced speed turning it into a streak of cyan light.
Shelgon and Flygon had shown it again and again that long-range attacks were unlikely to work against them. Fighting at close or medium range might be its only path to victory.