Wade, don't escalate, he's already frustrated with the way this has petered out, and Guzma doesn't take people getting up in his face too well. His brows turn down, knotting together as he regards this red-suited weirdo. The only people he doesn't mouth off is probably because he's still, uh, armed, and makes a decent enough point. He narrows his eyes and shoots a glance out toward the fight. The Cubone is doing...okay. Not great, but okay.

"Listen, bro, she's doing a'ight, but she could be better is all I'm saying. She's got moves that, if she knew 'em would end this in a second. If y'all wanna wait to waste each and every one of these things until the sun burns out, be my guest, but I don't got time to be wasting here.

A pokemon battle ain't just about throwing your critter out there and letting 'er whack things to a pulp. Y'all strategize - know her moves, her typing, her strengths and weaknesses... Golisopod is a water type. If I had him use Waterfall right now, he'd waste a huge chunk of these things, drown 'em out, yeah? But I'm not gonna do that since your girl there would take the brunt of it, too. She's weak as to water, bro.

Now, I can probably handle this if y'all get the heck out of my face and lemme think a little. And lemme command the lady a sec."