With the intermission over, Tyson and Young Master Mao returned to the battlefield.
Unlike the high-spirited Young Master Mao, Tyson looked utterly deflated.
He had a certain unique charm that said, just let it be, losing was fine too~
Tyson really had run out of options. The ace he relied on most, Metagross, was actually stronger than his true ace, Meowth.
Originally, he had planned to have Metagross fight for at least one win. Now... Tyson could only hope Meowth would live up to the title of ace.
As the field finished rotating, a new grass arena settled into the original recess.
The referee raised both hands. "The second half begins! Both sides, please send out your Pokémon."
Holding up his Poké Ball, Tyson ran through countless thoughts.
On a Grass Field, he should use a Grass-type... In that case, Shiftry should be able to handle it...
No, Young Master Mao would definitely think of that, so he'll use the Fire-type Blaziken!
In that case, if I use Hariyama, I might stand a fighting chance.
No! Maybe he'll think in reverse too. How about... Meowth?
But Meowth is my ace. If Meowth goes down, my momentum will basically be finished.
After agonizing for ages, Tyson finally gritted his teeth. "Having no move beats having a move. I'll go with my first choice! Shiftry! Go!"
Clack~ Golden armor clattered as Armarouge took the field again.
"Even a Fire-type has to land a hit to have a chance of winning!" Tyson reassured himself. "Shiftry, Quick Attack, then use Razor Wind!"
Shiftry's fan-shaped hands could whip up sharp, cutting gusts with considerable power.
That was Tyson's only hope.
Thud! Its wooden-clog-like feet stamped hard against the ground, and Shiftry became a gale, moving rapidly around Armarouge.
Pew! A blue laser flashed past the