The callous tone of those chilling words struck Waver cold, as if he were just processing the level of danger they were all facing in that moment. No one would know if they were to meet their demise inside of those tunnels-- and, somehow, that was not a fate that Waver was willing to face.

"Atlas," Waver called, bracing himself for what he knew was to come, "Make an Uproar!"

And, as if on cue, the Seismitoad's bumbs along it's head and arms vibrated, emitting a cacaphonous sound that would hopefully throw all of their opponents off guard.