Gladion snapped his fingers at his tired Pokémon. “Awake. Awaken. We must regroup.”

His partners all rose. They surrounded her.

“Maybe I should thank you,” said Gladion. “You’ve saved me a lot of trouble by coming here. And here I thought I’d have to fight my way onto the Solar Barque just to find you.”

She looked around at his Pokémon. She was clearly unimpressed. She sighed.

“Gladion. Gladion, Gladion, Gladion. It’s sad to see. It’s sad to say. You inherited my gorgeous looks, but none of the brains. You are merely a textbook stupid blonde bitch.”

“What?”

She smacked her fist into an open palm. “Coverage! Gladion. Cov. Er. Age.”

Gladion stared blankly. She was rambling again. She was insane. She reached for a Pokéball.

“I’ll just show you. Clefable, go.”

She unleashed her pink blob in tandem with the cracking of a firework. She looked around once again. “And seriously? Using all your Pokémon at once? You are begging to get destroyed by coverage moves. Like this. Dazzling Gleam.”

Clefable glowed a brilliant pink. Gladion held his Doublade up to block the flash. It was white hot, and burned his eyes. For a moment, he was completely blind. But when the light subsided, he found Sharpedo, Silvally, and Honchkrow all on the ground, fainted.

“Half your team is weak to Fairy types!” she said. “Don’t you know how common those are in the meta?”

- Ragnarust Round 3