“Okay, Medicham, use a fire punch,” Milo began. “But then use a psychic. Wrap the flames around you like we did in Goldenrod; cauterise your wounds.”
Medicham nodded, summoning the flames in her palms and then manipulating them with her PSI powers. They formed into a snaking tendril that span around the monkey like a flaming tyre, before growing into a cocoon shape. While the heat caused Medicham’s cuts to heal up, she fired a swift attack into the sky from within her fiery cocoon; flaming stars rocketed into the sky and exploded, entertaining the crowd.
As Medicham did this, Gallade watched keenly, his eyes focused on the flames. Croconaw was using metal claw and performing moves for the audience, entertaining them.
“Mimic!” Mia yelled.
“No!” Milo shouted, as Gallade’s free blade began to burst into flame.
He span on the spot, again and again, the red-hot blade swathed in fire as he swirled around and melted the ice on his free arm. Mia cackled in triumph as Gallade mimicked the fire punch, freeing himself from the ice.