Gary and Tyson's quarterfinal match was still in full swing.
So far, the score stood at 0-2. Tyson felt he was one step closer to being swept.
Fortunately, Wild Charge was a powerful recoil move that hurt the user almost as much as the opponent.
Arcanine's fur was standing on end, and the dog looked battered too.
"I have to take a gamble." Tyson picked up his third Poké Ball. "Miltank, go!"
"Arwoo!" The dog's eyes lit up. What a big, pink dairy cow~
Unfortunately, Young Master Mao gave Arcanine no chance to force a drink of milk and chose to switch. "Come back, Arcanine. Gliscor, you're up!"
"Gli-scor!!" Supporting its whole body on its thick tail, Gliscor waved its sharp pincers and winked at Miltank~
"Wow, what a cute Miltank!" Whitney immediately exclaimed from the VIP box.
"Cute, right? It'll be even cuter once it gets wrecked." Janine snarked as she munched on melon.
Whitney's expression stiffened as some unpleasant memories surfaced...
If she remembered correctly, Young Master Mao's Gliscor was enhanced for Poison-type attacks-and a goddamn specialized entry-hazard setter!
Miltank might be known as a milk tank that bared its chest and udders, but against Gliscor, even its rear end wasn't safe...
Gary's Gliscor had made something of a name for itself at Whitney's Goldenrod Gym.
Mostly because this little fellow wasn't just good at fighting. It was also a little bastard...
Others laid their hazards one kind at a time. It laid them by the fieldful-and used three different kinds...
If it could stab you in the ass, it wouldn't bother with your belly button. Its specialty was an equal-opportunity Thousand Years of Pain~
"Begin!" the referee announced.
"Gliscor, starry sky!" Sure enough, Gary made his move.
"Gli~scor~" Gliscor launched itself with its powerful tail, leaped into