As one of the three giant lizards from the cave expeditions, it was a pretty known creature. But she knew her opening move would set the pace for this fight, and she wanted to make every action count. Imogen watched, smile unfaded, as the opposing Pokemon stole a memento of the fight. That'd serve him later, but not right now.

"Bluescale, bite." She mouthed a silent 'I'm sorry' to the Smeargle as she gave the command. She... really wanted this to take as little time as possible. And the Strong-Jaw Pokemon would make that bite count, massive jaws moving for the artist without hesitation.