It was cold. Wobbuffet stood still as he always did. He peered blankly into the face of his enemy. He was weak, he could not have stood for much longer.
The Murkrow stood as though victory were already at hand. With a talon he shifted some sand as he prepared for the final assault. He licked the outside of his beak in glee.
Wynaut, Wobbuffet's daughter, looked on in fear. She knew that she would be no match for the avian enemy and would be easy prey if her father failed. The Murkrow lunged forward upon Wobbuffet, who did not move until the last moment. Wobbuffet bent backward to initiate his final act, the Destiny Bond, Murkrow would take his life, but his daughter would be saved, for Murkrow would join him that day in the afterlife. The Murkrow's blow struck, but it was crushed in its enemy's dying act. Wobbuffet's elastic body, as he died sprang back and crushed the bird with violent force. Wynaut could only weep. Her father had vanquished the foe; but the foe had vanquished him. Her father had done her a favor which could never be repaid. He had laid down his life so that his daughter would live, in hopes she might tell about the sacrifice.