That little thing wouldn't be much of a threat. Blake had fought plenty of other little rat monsters, though none exactly like this one. How much different could it be?

That's what he was thinking right when it electrocuted the shit out of his pig-balloon.

The Munna hit the ground and rolled on its back, legs twitching. It was out cold. Maybe Blake should have been taking this more seriously.

"So much for that one," Blake muttered to himself. He zapped it back into a ball and tossed out another.

"Spiro Agnew! Do something useful!"

Interpreting that as a command to use Tail Whip, the Hoppip bounced from side to side and waggled its tail playfully.

Blake smacked himself in the forehead.

"God damn it, turnip."