The opposing Trainer’s Charizard and Flygon took flight with their grand wings, Flygon rubbing its feet together while Charizard swung their huge feet around as if teasing their opponents with the sight of them. Meanwhile, their teammates down below didn’t seem to be taking them seriously. Only Alakazam seemed like it was preparing for battle, floating in the air with its meaty feet pressed together as it poured energy into the spoons it used as weapons. Meanwhile Zangoose and Weavile simply lounged around, Weavile even seemingly teasing its would be foes by slyly showing its pitch-black sole to them. Raichu meanwhile seemed like it was just getting up, rubbing its eyes as it wiggled its pudgy toes and let out a yawn.
Their Trainer let out a slightly upset sigh rubbing one foot against the other as she tilted her head to the side.
“Hmm…honestly your team doesn’t look that tough if I’m being honest. I was hoping to find someone who matched us in strength but Those soles seem way too soft, I doubt they’ll those able to provide us with a fun fight. At the very least, all of your feet look extremely appealing. It’ll be nice to have them all to myself after I’ve killed you and all of your Pokémon. Now come on, send out your first victim. I’ll make sure to kill your Pokémon before they even realize it.”
