"So, he's a bat, right?" False Althena asked. Borgan rubbed his temples. "Not... precisely, ma'am. He's a vampire - humanoid that sucks blood and kills people."
"Okay."
"Got it? Good."
"So he's a bat, right?"
Borgan stared, uncomprehendingly, before, "...Yes, milady. He's a bloody bat."
"Oh, goody! I get to try something new, then!" With that the False Althena swooshed out, leaving Borgan clutching his head.
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"Nnnnnngh...! Witch! Your magic will... not fell me!" Brahms bellowed, shaking after False Althena's Ray had scoured him.
"Oh, I didn't really want to beat you, mister bat person." False Althena replied innocently, rummaging through her pockets.
"I won't hold back! BLOODY CURSE!" Brahms bellowed, closing in for a killing blow...
...just as False Althena pulled a small ball out of her pocket and beaned Brahms with it.
A flash, and... Brahms was disappeared, as the ball fell to the ground, shaking. Rolf, watching from the judge's booth, was speechless for a moment.
"...she's trying to CATCH Brahms?!?"
The ball jiggled back and forth three times, before... a soft click was heard, followed by a deafening boom throughout the arena.
-*Congratulations! A BRAHMS was caught! Would you like to name this PKMN?*-
"Yeah! Name him Sparklears!" FA chirped happily, picking up the pokeball and heading out.
".......oh god, that's going to take -forever- to sort out." Rolf muttered, hitting his head against the desk. "AND WHY IS IT THE GODLIKE FINALIST WHO THAT FINALLY WORKS ON?!?"
