On the Zubat Leader's Psychological Trauma

The Zubat leader flapped its wings, trying to blow the powder away. Unfortunately, that brief delay had already given Dian's Pokémon enough time to react.

A shadow tossed Hoppip into the air.

"Na-na!"

Thick yellow powder rained down from above, blanketing the area.

"Zzt, zzt!"

The Zubat leader had no choice but to fly forward quickly, trying to dodge. This was where its tiny body became a disadvantage: the wind stirred up by its wings was too weak to blow all the powder away.

Besides, it had always lived in the cave and had never had much use for Flying-type moves. After all, the other Pokémon in the cave were either Rock-type Geodude or that hulking Steel-type, so those moves were useless.

"Hoppip, block its path with Fairy Wind! Beedrill, follow up with Fury Attack! Misdreavus, support them with Shadow Sneak!"

Dian ran straight behind Misdreavus. His previous position was no longer safe.

"Na-na!"

Hoppip leaped up quickly and used Fairy Wind.

Although it had spent most of its time lately focusing on its three powder moves, it had not neglected its training in Synthesis and Fairy Wind.

A compact whirlwind shot toward the space ahead of Zubat, reaching it almost instantly. It barely disturbed the nearby leaves, but every branch and leaf in its path was swept inside and shredded.

A mass of air carrying shredded leaves and splintered wood blocked Zubat's way. Several sharp gusts were already approaching from behind. Before their sound reached it, countless white afterimages flashed into view, with deep blue light gleaming among them.

Zubat's heart clenched. It knew that even if it had to take the Fairy Wind head-on, it could not let the Poison Sting behind it hit.

Its own poisonous instincts told it that this venom was potent enough to border