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Now is their chance. This is their last stand, the last opportunity they have to attack. Stormy's strategy had always been to use brute force - and clearly this was not the battle for that. [break][break]

But there's a veil of clarity, a moment of truth. [break][break]

The hail stops for just a moment, and that moment is all they need to prove that they aren't as useless as this battle has made them look. In the horrible weather conditions, unfavorable to both of them, Stormy's Pokemon are at a severe disadvantage. Neither them nor their trainer could see through the storm.[break][break]

But right now, they could.[break][break]

"Apollo, Mudsdale! Go for it!"[break][break]

Stormy shouts, taking a step forward. Apollo lunges forward, practically prancing as he eats up the ground with an

agility

into

fire blast

. Mudsdale is hot on his heels, using the momentum from a

bulldoze

to help him keep up. But he aims to take down the Froslass, the creature responsible for this icy hell on earth. [break][break]

Fire eats up the ground underneath Apollo, giving Mudsdale enough ground to keep pace a hairs-breadth behind him. Together, they intend to take the Froslass with

fire blast

and

high horsepower

before they, too, will ultimately crumble to their defeat.[break][break]

They can already feel the hail begin to pick up again, and Mudsdale and Apollo can feel the pain of someone chasing them, that haunting, creepy, dreadful feeling that makes them want to slow down, to stop, to give in to their fear.[break][break]

But they won't, because they are Stormy's Pokemon, and Stormy has never given up on anything in her life.[break][break]