Moving quickly, the Greninja erects a substitute to take it's place and bear the brunt force of the Aura Sphere while it neatly dodges Saber's attack. The Dragon Breath attack succeeds in boxing it's movement-- but a ninja is never without tricks.
Annoyed now by the chatter, it calls forth a Smokescreen and disappears once more into the trees.
Fine words, from the one who makes the earth tremble with the rage of a thousand Rhyhorns, their froggy assailant hissed in the smokey fog. Especially with the company you keep. The blade that tamed many dragons across the land, the dark Magus who slaughtered his own kind, and the fabled Great Destroyer of the Croagunk tribe-- who went as far as to abduct one of their very priestesses?
A soft, decidedly froggy snort could be heard echoing around them.
A fine team you make. Even the one who made a glutton of himself on the berries of the forest. Tell me, how do these rumors exaggerate? Why should we trust any of the words you say?
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Annoyed now by the chatter, it calls forth a Smokescreen and disappears once more into the trees.
Fine words, from the one who makes the earth tremble with the rage of a thousand Rhyhorns, their froggy assailant hissed in the smokey fog. Especially with the company you keep. The blade that tamed many dragons across the land, the dark Magus who slaughtered his own kind, and the fabled Great Destroyer of the Croagunk tribe-- who went as far as to abduct one of their very priestesses?
A soft, decidedly froggy snort could be heard echoing around them.
A fine team you make. Even the one who made a glutton of himself on the berries of the forest. Tell me, how do these rumors exaggerate? Why should we trust any of the words you say?