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Nova would watch the flaming meteor of an Aracanine as it approached her, wings being to flutter erratically. She had never seen such a glorious use of fire and it was making her almost swoon. While she didn't swoon, Nova managed to focus so much on the flames and forgot an important thing: keep flying. Plummeting out of the air, Nova would be clipped by the Arcanine and be sent spiraling as she recovered from the fall. The Arcanine would likely continue its flight to the nice, safe, friendly rock wall that was right close to Nova's back.

Reno watched the Arcanine bounce off the wall, studying for a moment before hitting a realization. "Well, that idea is nuts. Lets do it. Nova, time fer the swing shot!" Reno commanded in response, glancing over to Blaine for a moment. This was looking insane. Rightly so though, considering they both probably were insane. Nova, hearing the odd command, would turn in time to find herself with a face-full of Arcanine tackling her and almost driving the Bug type to spit before it would continue on. For ten feet. Which is when the String Shot that had been attached to the Arcanine's underbelly snapped taut and Nova gave a whole body swing to send the Arcanine back towards the wall. Hopefully it didn't manage to free itself too soon or this plan was a bust along with Nova's chances at continuing the fight. She did not appear to be flying too well.

Nova would ignite in a burst of flame as the line of fire hit her wings and basically everything on her that was flammable. And she was smiling over it. Well, at least as close to a smile as the Volcarona could manage. Watching his Pokemon fall to the ground with her entire body engulfed in flames and a wild cackle somehow emanating from her before Reno returned her. Blinking for a moment as he avoided any contact, the trainer was dealing with the mildly disturbing implications of his Volcarona. He really needed to get her some way to not want to burn everything until she lit herself on fire. Turning to the Ninetails now sitting on the battlefield, Reno had an....odd reaction.

"Oh my god, I'm not sure whether I wanna kill it or hug it.....Wait, sneakster? Even my grasp of English is good enough to think that word is a lil....made-up." Reno quipped, eyes snapping up to stare the bald headed man across the battlefield from him. While he seemed to be in control here, it didn't seem like he was much for ad-libbing anything. Well, he could work with that for the moment. "Okay then. Time fer the big bad Gruff ta make an appearance." With his own odd phrase to announce his next Pokemon, Reno hurled the Pokeball at the field and released his Marowak, who was packing a much more sizable club than usual. Taking the Thick Club and pointing it straight at the Ninetails, Gruff would charge forward to attack with a Bone Club.

Gruff would let his eyes droop as the imaginary scenario played out for him, enticing him to place the bone calmly into the extended tails without any question. As he attempted to release his weapon, Gruff hesitated for a moment with the thought of releasing his beloved weapon for some weird examination. Watching the illusion shatter as he began to think deeply on the matter, the Marowak saw he had almost released it and began to grip it and attempt to pull it away from the Ninetails. This was likely about to become a tug-of-war game over his security blanket.

Gruff would struggle against the immobile bone, grunting and yelling in exertion as he attempted to liberate the poor implement from the ground. No dice, as the Disable held strong and kept the Marowak still for the flamethrower to engulf. Stewing underneath the torrent of flames that he simply stood and beared, Gruff breached the Flamethrower with a wild yell as he recklessly hurled his entire body in a tackle to smash into the Ninetails' body. Of course he went to Retaliate, that bone was family and it hurt to see it gone.

Gruff would have about five seconds before the world basically warped away as he knew it and was replaced by a heaping helping of what the hell was that. Things were bouncing off the walls, bright flashes of color would appear at random as things moved and shifted without him doing anything. Staring at the moving kaleidoscope that the environment had become, the Marowak was left wondering what exactly was going on and where the Ninetails had gone.

Watching his Marowak stumble around like a drunk, giggling at the world and with his mouth hanging open, Reno smacked himself on the forehead before yelling at his Pokemon. "Hit the bloody ground! Earth Power! Hit everything around ya, you punch drunk little wuss!" Staring at where the sound had come from without much focus anything in that direction, Gruff would simply slam his head into the floor and send himself stumbling around even as the attack began to work to target the Ninetails. Hopefully.

Unable to do anything at all with his current situation and beginning to feel the pain from the Multitude of attacks. Which was not helped by the sudden induced migraine that seemed to be strong enough to break through the happy fog over his mind. Continuing to wander around the strange world, Gruff would be unable to attempt any other attack. Seeing as how he tripped and was currently scrambling to remove his head from the ground, it seemed easy to go with.