Cacturne's Coffin

"Misdreavus, huh..."

Harley tugged down the brim of his dark green hat, hiding his wicked grin. "Cacturne, Poison Sting!"

As soon as he spoke, Cacturne began moving swiftly and silently, firing Poison Sting at Misdreavus as it went.

"Mean Look."

Dian spoke calmly. "Use Shadow Sneak to block the needles."

"Misdreavus!"

Misdreavus giggled. Her eyes flicked around, but she didn't move. Instead, she wrapped herself in Shadow Sneak to block the needles. At the same time, her deep black eyes locked Cacturne in place on the field.

"I wasn't planning to switch Pokémon anyway, idiot."

Harley muttered to himself as he watched the field. Then he suddenly shouted, "Misdreavus, guess what's inside this?"

He pulled out a box wrapped in black cloth.

"Misdreavus?"

Misdreavus glanced at him.

Some of the spectators glanced over too, then looked puzzled. But a few Trainers quickly caught on and smiled disdainfully.

A bespectacled man in a green vest adjusted his glasses and smiled instead. "Interesting. He thought ahead and used Misdreavus's curiosity to distract her during the battle..."

"An idiot's still an idiot!"

Seeing his ploy work, Harley immediately shouted, "Cacturne!"

Only then did everyone see that Cacturne had moved close to Misdreavus without anyone noticing. Between its speed and Harley's trick, no one had paid it any attention.

Cacturne suddenly appeared behind Misdreavus and used Feint, driving a charged kick at her that brimmed with deep, dark Dark-type energy.

"Got you!"

Harley broke into a triumphant grin. A Ghost-type Pokémon taking a Dark-type Feint gave him a huge advantage.

He breathed a quiet sigh of relief, feeling as though a weight had lifted from his shoulders.

But the crowd gasped, and his eyes narrowed in disbelief. "What?!"

Even Cacturne froze mid-kick. As the hazy darkness before its eyes cleared, it saw a Misdreavus