Rumble! Amid tremendous tremors, Milotic's Hydro Pump was shattered by Hyper Beam.
Steelix plunged headfirst toward the battlefield in the lake, then bit straight into Milotic, grinding furiously with Thunder Fang.
Milotic winced in pain and tried to retaliate with Iron Tail, only to be flung onto the battlefield's platform. Steelix coiled up and launched another clinging-for-dear-life Bind...
"Graaah~" Steelix wore a savage expression: Had enough?
Milotic rolled its eyes~ Still not giving in...
"Ahem... let's stop here..." Wallace's scalp tingled as he watched. It was only an exhibition match. Why fight to the death...?
It was powerful, certainly, but there wasn't a shred of elegance to it...
"An admirable desire to win..." Wallace recalled Milotic and took the host's microphone. "Miss Jasmine, what conviction supported you through such ferocious attacks?"
Jasmine clenched her little fists, pressed her legs together, and stared with bloodshot eyes.
What do I do? I can't say it. I really can't say it. It's the conviction that I have to use the bathroom...
(;｀O´)o Pretty girls don't crap themselves in public, understand, you damn sissy?!
"Master Wallace, Jasmine doesn't look too well. Let her rest first. I can't wait to test my skills against Miss Fantina." Young Master Mao spoke up to rescue her.
"Is that so...?" Wallace scratched his head. "All right, we can chat later, then."
"Thank you..." Jasmine practically squeezed out those two words, then turned and hurried toward the lounge.
Fantina noticed nothing amiss. She took her place onstage and crooked a finger at Gary opposite her. "Come on, you impatient little handsome boy. Show me what you can do."
Young Master Mao rolled his neck. "Well~ I'm usually a very kind person. During a match, not necessarily."
The spotlights converged between them, and the audience enthusiastically waved their support.
"Come