Even the Dhelmise is stuck in the mud-- the top portion of it protrudes, and the wheel turns fitfully back and forth, but the width of its mass and its weight make it too heavy to fully escape.

She watches the wheel go round and round for a bit before she gets dizzy.

“This is kind of like a mercy killing, huh?” she asks, as she zaps it with a Safari Ball.

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Further on the path the water deepened, banishing the mud to the bottom of a small pond. Avery crouched at its edge, watching the fish within go about their lives. It was idyllic-- peaceful, almost, until Dinner Plate rattled the water with a confusion strong enough to make a number of Qwilfish go belly up.

“Shame,” she said, reaching for a Safari Ball to zap the one closest to them.

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The Gible locked eyes with them and charged like a shorts-wearing neo-toddler on an early game level route.

Dinner Plate’s hypnosis became a screen that the beast ran right through, and as it fell asleep, it dropped onto its stomach and slid through the mud.

“Poetic, kinda,” Avery said, tapping a Safari Ball on its head fin.

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The Scyther appeared out of nowhere, a green smudge in the misty air, and when its blade struck Dinner Plate it sounded with a deep gOoOoOoOng.

The bug staggered back, one scythe holding the other, like a human who’d hit their funny bone.

“Dinner and a show,” Avery snorted, tossing a safari ball.

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