[Unbelievable. Guzma rubs a hand down his face and grumbles something about "useless, senile prunes" swiftly under his breath as he reaches inside his hoodie and fishes out an Ultra Ball from a pocket therein.]
Wow...wow. You sure showed me. [Enough playing around, those goopy, green things are getting way too close for comfort, and if they wanna dance? Well, they can dance. With a firm toss, he lobs the ball out toward the sea of goo, crying out Golisopod's name as the ball snaps open and reveals the mighty insect. Guzma catches the ball as it flies back toward him and he pockets it again.] Swords Dance, Golisopod!
[With a guttural rumbling, the insect moves with speed and grace that seems almost unnatural for its hulking size, clanging those black claws together or against its hard shell, standing and flexing its arms and its shell and claws gleam dangerously. They're sharper now, more dangerous. +2 Attack]
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Wow...wow. You sure showed me. [Enough playing around, those goopy, green things are getting way too close for comfort, and if they wanna dance? Well, they can dance. With a firm toss, he lobs the ball out toward the sea of goo, crying out Golisopod's name as the ball snaps open and reveals the mighty insect. Guzma catches the ball as it flies back toward him and he pockets it again.] Swords Dance, Golisopod!
[With a guttural rumbling, the insect moves with speed and grace that seems almost unnatural for its hulking size, clanging those black claws together or against its hard shell, standing and flexing its arms and its shell and claws gleam dangerously. They're sharper now, more dangerous.
+2 Attack]