Fantina coldly thrust out her hand. "Misdreavus, Psybeam!"
At that moment, her white-gloved right hand almost seemed capable of touching the tip of the dragon-shaped flames before her, but that was as far as they got.
As her words rang out, the roiling Flamethrower abruptly froze, as though it had been turned into a preserved specimen of fire.
"A fine Flamethrower, but merely fine."
Fantina shook her head, then pointed again with the exuberance of a dancer. "Mr. Charizard, what do you think of flames like these?"
"Misdreavus, go with the flow! Will-O-Wisp!"
"Dreavus!"
Misdreavus gently waved the fan in her hand at the Flamethrower before her.
The entire dragon-shaped specimen of flame immediately shattered into tiny clusters of ghostly blue sparks, as though countless fireflies had been released into the passageway.
"Exquisite~ No matter how many times I see it, it never changes~"
Fantina was completely absorbed in the combination move she and Misdreavus had designed and practiced together.
Magical Leaf's unerring guidance, Will-O-Wisp's elusive movements, Psybeam's sustained power, and—
"Dark Pulse!"
At Fantina's command, all the "fireflies" in the passageway immediately gathered into a swarm, as though they had found their home, and descended on Charizard, who could not comprehend what was happening and kept instinctively spewing flames.
Not only did Charizard's flames fail to stop the "Will-O-Wisp fireflies" riding the Dark Pulse, but these creations kept drawing power from them before sweeping back over Charizard.
In the end, there was no explosive spectacle, no clash of fire against fire, and no resistance whatsoever. In utter silence, the fireflies gradually dispersed, leaving only a Charizard who had completely lost the ability to fight back.
"A battle is like a blossom in this fleeting world, arriving quietly and departing quietly, leaving only a moment of brilliance~"
For some reason,