The Alolan had seemingly called Josh's bluff, the Champion threatening to overwhelm Hunu with the sacred artifact he held by the quill. Most others making such threats would not have been able to back them up. Josh was one of the fortunate few, and he was far from bluffing. "I tried to warn you. I may not be able to guarantee your safety from this point on." Taking the quill and raising it above his head, he drew the Sign's four strokes as ash fell from its tip. A thunderous crash accompanied a gigantic lightning strike, Josh not flinching even one bit despite the descent of a monochrome Johtonian legend to his side.

"I'm not blue balling you," Josh reversed the threat. "And if you don't run away now, nothing will be fast enough to let you run away from Swift." The black tiger crouched, ready to spring toward the Torracat any split second...