However, what happened next was something that no one seemed to expect. Instead of hurtling down to smash the Weavile with its Bone Club another command came from the Younger Trainer’s mouth.
“Now, use Flamethrower!!!”
Taking in a large breath the Marowak then shot out a stream of red hot flames at the Weavile, its toes wiggling and curling as the Flamethrower quickly surged forth. Weavile was briefly stunned as its eyes widened at what it was seeing. Its Trainer seemed equally confused as she tried to shout out towards her Pokémon.
“Don’t just stand there you idiot, move out of the way!”
The sound of their Trainer’s voice caused the Weavile to return to reality as it scrambled on all fours to avoid the Flamethrower, feeling the embers of it singe it’s bottom and tail feathers and the heat coming off it as the flames made contact with the wet stone floor. As Weavile tried to recollect itself from the near death experience, its Trainer gritted her teeth as she rubbed her foot against the ground in annoyance.
“What sorcery is this? There’s no way a regular Marowak should be able to use Flamethrower!”
Marowak landed back on the ground, its meaty feet smacking against the wet stone floor as it glared back at the Weavile. Its own Trainer gained her confidence back as she smirked at her opponent.
“We have a lot more tricks where that came from! We’ll make you regret ever looking down on us!”
“Hmph. I don’t know what you and your Pokémon are doing, but I’d rather not fight such a strange Pokémon. Weavile, finish this off now.”
Weavile nodded, its feet parting away from its each other as it locked eyes with its opponent already knowing what to do next and how to finish off this odd opponent.
