The scene unfolds in a matter of seconds, and Guzma's holding his breath the whole time. He, too, was reaching for his second pokeball, to up the odds by bringing in Ariados if all else fails - a third member of the party may even the odds a bit - but it's not even necessary. Everything falls into place, and he's so damn proud of the little thing. It was all her, all them, and his heart soars when that satisfying crack echoes over the open air, the force of her hit sending tiny shards of bone and bits of the dude's mask flying. What a hit, what a great hit.

The slimes are gone, they've won, and Guzma would be astonished if the tiny thing didn't gain a boatload of experience from all that, but who the hell cares right now? He's held back from racing to the two pokemon to congratulate them - how could he not after such a great finish to a tough fight like that? They deserve all the praise he could lavish on them. Maybe even a rare rainbow pokebean each for being so darn awesome.

But Guzma doesn't move other than to swing an arm around Wade's shoulders and cackle loudly, the wide grin on his face triumphant and massive.

"My man, your Cubone was lit! Never seen a li'l thing put the beat down on anyone like that! Yo, you gotta let me train with her again, for real!" He punches Wade affectionately in the arm, then releases him to go on over to the two pokemon, clapping Golisopod - who was helping Tibia up from her spill, and picking off the sand from her fur - on his hard shell and hugging his this neck. "Brooo!! Nice toss, Goli, you were sick as, hahaha! C'mere, both of you, I got a treat to celebrate."

TREAT?? +__+ Golisopod suddenly perks up, his antennae twitching as his tongue slithers out from his mouth and he swallows hard. At soon as his trainer begins reaching into his hoodie pocket, and he can hear the familiar crinkle of the bag of pokebeans, Golisopod rumbles loudly, spindly arms reaching and gripping at Guzma's clothes to get to the bag of snacks.

"Hey, no--c'mon!! LADIES FIRST, HOMEBOY!"