A professional? Well, maybe that was what she was. Though she would never call herself it. But that was just her ironically low self-esteem at work. As someone who had lived and worked this duty for as long as she could think back, Mirri probably was one of the most qualified for protecting damsels. But she never took anything for granted. Which, sadly, led to her being rather coy about matters. “Well, professional might be a bit of a stretch,” she hence replied, lightly scratching the back of her neck.

Not that her confidence was gone, of course. She still utterly believed that she could succeed in this. “Anyway, Sirfetch’d Brick Break on the enemy. It is big enough that accuracy should not matter, so put your back into it,” she ordered, with the golden knight surging forward right away, towards the fiery hoodlum. If that worked, she would follow it up with a Pokeball.