Heh... Not like we can run anyway. We're trapped in this weird place. We might as well deal with the likes of you while we're here.

[That grin, that aura... It's somehow familiar. Ghost type, his ability tells him. There's more, but it's hidden away from his view, somehow. Occluded, clouded. Probably from the fog of the dream world.

He opens his mouth to say "let's not make any sudden moves," but that was apparently already a lost cause.

So when Ichigo moves, Lea does as well, vanishing into thin air and reappearing, crouched, right below the mysterious Team Evolution man. With a quick motion, he attacks the hand holding the pokéball, aiming to knock it from his grasp.

Or break his arm. Whatever came first.

To make sure he hits the damn ghost-thing, he imbues his strike with the Dark type, a swirling shadow surrounding his already flaming chakram]