As the undisputed Ultimate Move of the Grass type, Power Whip had almost no drawbacks except its broad, sweeping attacks, which made it easy to dodge.
And when the opponent happened to be Slowbro, whose movements were extremely cumbersome and whose reactions lagged behind other Pokémon, that drawback naturally ceased to matter.
Slowbro held the Shellder clamped onto its tail in front of itself, shielding most of its body. Before it could breathe a sigh of relief, a searing pain shot through its back.
Slowbro instinctively tilted its head. Its sluggish mind took a long while to process what had happened before it slowly turned to look behind itself.
Only then did it notice that vines had somehow extended from its opponent's body, circled around its Shellder shield, and reached it. For some reason, however, they had stopped attacking.
"Poni-yo!"
Just as Slowbro stared at the vines, Ogerpon's voice came from behind again, sounding as though it was holding back a laugh.
Then countless vines lashed down at once. Under the repeated blows, several conspicuous wounds soon appeared across Slowbro's already pink body.
"Slow..."
The attack continued for quite some time. Only when even Ogerpon grew a little tired and stopped swinging its vines did Slowbro suddenly poke its head out.
"It's that tough???"
Even Qingyu was a little stunned. He thought Caitlin really did know her stuff; her Slowbro had such incredible endurance that even Ogerpon couldn't take it down instantly...
Soon, however, he revised that assessment.
After blankly watching Ogerpon withdraw its vines, Slowbro instinctively scratched its head.
Then it noticed the conspicuous lash marks on its two stubby arms.
"Slow?"
Only now did Slowbro belatedly realize that its opponent seemed to have given it a savage beating...
So I've been hurt this badly!
*Does that mean I