Nothing was going to happen, of course.
Given Empoleon's current Quasi-Elite Four Peak level,
Gible's level-24 Draco Meteor would not even be an exaggeration to call a tickle if it hit Empoleon.
Besides,
Empoleon was a Water- and Steel-type Pokemon, with excellent resistance to all kinds of attributes.
Damage from Dragon-type moves would be halved against it.
Still,
being caught up in this for no reason naturally put the penguin in a bad mood.
Especially since Gible usually showed no respect at all for Empoleon, its "senior," and only behaved obediently around Alolan Ninetales.
"Poka!"
Grinding its claws, Empoleon strode toward the awkwardly laughing Gible with a dark expression.
Gible wondered if things could be smoothed over if it said it had been an accident.
"Qiang qiang~"
Two crisp scraping sounds answered for Empoleon.
"Gah—!"
Without another word, Gible turned and bolted toward Alolan Ninetales.
Boss, save me! A dragon's life is at stake!
Hmm.
Though Gible ran decisively, there was a slight problem with its choice.
Setting aside whether Alolan Ninetales, also a Quasi-Elite Four Pokemon, could beat Empoleon,
why exactly did the little guy think it could outrun Empoleon?
Even though there had been some distance between them at first,
it did not get far.
Gible felt the world spin, and once again found itself off the ground, its little body struggling helplessly in midair.
Hey, wait, why was it "once again"?
Before it could figure that out with its little head,
a pair of sharp eyes fixed tightly upon it from behind Empoleon's crown-like crest.
Hanging upside down, Gible instinctively opened its mouth wide.
"Boom—"
Another Draco Meteor blasted out at close range.
It had to be said,
Tetsuya had trained Gible very thoroughly.
If it had been any other Dragon-type Pokemon,
there was no way it