[Nanu's grin and both of their smugness intensifies when Sharpedo goes flying. Of course the shark will be alright; as Archie wades frantically toward his prized pal, Nanu just waits. It was an exceptional hit, and he takes the time to give Honchkrow a good skritch under the beak. The vain bird is still miffed about its feathers, but it'll live. It's not like Persian and her precious fur.]
[Though it might get worse, as Nanu tunes back in upon the release of Muk. The goopy monster gets a look of disdain from Honchkrow, though he turns to it with the same amount of resolve.]
[The sludge wave is horrific. The putrid smell, the poisonous sewage... Nanu holds back a sneer, but Honchkrow's is prominent.]
Fly up—try and get over it.
[The wave of questionable fluids and slop rears up like a miniature tsunami, and Honchkrow isn't the only one trying to dodge. Nanu rushes to the side and out of the way of the wave's intended trajectory. He looks to poor Honchkrow...and smirks as he sees his bird swing upwards, directly out of the path of the poison sludge. It manages to scrape his talons, but there's so little damage done that it's negligible.]
Heh... [Nanu chuckles, both of them knowing what move's next.] Psychic.
[Another proud screech. Honchkrow glares down at Muk, concentrating its telekinetic energy and releasing a powerful wave directly for the pile of slop.]
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[Though it might get worse, as Nanu tunes back in upon the release of Muk. The goopy monster gets a look of disdain from Honchkrow, though he turns to it with the same amount of resolve.]
[The sludge wave is horrific. The putrid smell, the poisonous sewage... Nanu holds back a sneer, but Honchkrow's is prominent.]
Fly up—try and get over it.
[The wave of questionable fluids and slop rears up like a miniature tsunami, and Honchkrow isn't the only one trying to dodge. Nanu rushes to the side and out of the way of the wave's intended trajectory. He looks to poor Honchkrow...and smirks as he sees his bird swing upwards, directly out of the path of the poison sludge. It manages to scrape his talons, but there's so little damage done that it's negligible.]
Heh... [Nanu chuckles, both of them knowing what move's next.] Psychic.
[Another proud screech. Honchkrow glares down at Muk, concentrating its telekinetic energy and releasing a powerful wave directly for the pile of slop.]