It wasn't like last time where Roger II could dodge it. His eyes were wide, sensing there wasn't an opening.

Bridget saw this too, fists clenched. He didn't want to throw the match- but he didn't want Roger II to get hurt. His mind raced. Quickly. Quickly. He couldn't weigh this. He would have to shout now.

"Roger II! Brace it and move forward! Go!" And he hoped that his pokemon wouldn't hate him for it. He hoped that the Teddiursa would understand that he did it for both of them.

But most of all he believed in Roger II.

Roger II did as he was told and rushed to Gurren, projectiles hitting him and all. When he we right in front of his opponent Bridget shouted: "Furry Swipes!"

"UUUURSAAAAaaaaa" Roger II rapidly clawed at Gurren's face, howling as he did to tolerate the pain that came from the Swift attack he had just barreled through.

He hit Gurren multiple times before jumping aback. The bear pokemon stared at the Quilava, wobbling and breathing hard. He wanted to close his eyes so badly. . .

. . ."Ur. . .saaaa . . " He swayed like a basket ball spinning around the rim of a hoop and fell. Completely exhausted.