He hated to admit it but he was frozen, petrified in fear. He took some solace that his team was too. However, the simple fact that a bumbling Wobbuffet could make him break out in a cold sweat was still rather if his team was full of surgeons scalpels and other instruments of death, then this monster in Pokemon skin was a force of nature the likes that he had never before seen. And all it had done up until then was act like a childish matador dodging an imaginary Tauros. It had acted as if the increasingly powerful attacks coming its way were nothing more than a gentle breeze, lost within the vastness of the wind.
It had riled up its attackers, goaded them before completely ceasing its movements, allowing them to attack, begging and pleading that they would attack. Just so it could end the battle in an instant, never letting its victims know what hit them before feasting upon their corpses. That was the feeling that came with bearing the weight of its boundless power.
He slowly backed away, escaping into the underbrush after recalling his team, breaking into a run only after he was certain that the beast could no longer see him. The Wobbuffet stood there for only a moment longer, then pranced away, acting like a child once more.
