"Yeah, well, go get a final evolution, pipsqueaks. I bet you didn't
even notice the reset, huh? I bet this is the first time you
evolved." sneered Zilch, still under the effects of a recent
evolution that comes in a package with the personality. Tik
squiggled forwards, moving up his leg, trying to calm his down.
Even Flax, no matter how jealous, had to admit Zilch was getting a
little too condescending.
"You might want to realize who here has the ice type move, hotshot.
Oh wait. You're weak to fire too." mocked the weavile, already
powering the ice punch up behind his back. His smirk only grew
wider, and he shrugged Tik off his shoulder. Flax was too afraid to
get in the middle of said soon-to-be scuffle, being a grass type
himself, but Tik had no such fears as her eyes darted between both
parties.