[Mami grits her teeth, as the blast from the dragon slams into her bodily -- and does precious little, being a Fairy-type for the moment. (Unless Tex is reading the type chart wrong. Then she's hurt. Eheheheh.)]
[But both her Zangoose and her Drifblim are sent flying back. Both are injured. Gretchen the Drifblim glowers -- and uses Stockpile again. She stays put.]
[Mami, for her part, glances at Haruka and Michiru -- and winks.] Quite dashing!
[With a wave of her hand, she makes a dozen percussion lock rifles appear behind her. With a wink, they fire at once, sending a battery of shots down for Kyurem.]
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[But both her Zangoose and her Drifblim are sent flying back. Both are injured. Gretchen the Drifblim glowers -- and uses Stockpile again. She stays put.]
[Mami, for her part, glances at Haruka and Michiru -- and winks.] Quite dashing!
[With a wave of her hand, she makes a dozen percussion lock rifles appear behind her. With a wink, they fire at once, sending a battery of shots down for Kyurem.]