[The sound reverberates around the clearing, echoing through the trees and sending some distant Flying-types scattering. It makes Shoka's illusions scatter, too; they slow, shivering as if struck, then dissolve into nothing until all that remains is the real Shoka, positioned behind Conrad.
Whatever attack she was planning is botched; she recoils with a gasp of pain and confusion as the sound grates on her ears.]
Wh—what the hell? How did you—?
[How did he hit her so easily?
She can ask him after the match is done, she quickly decides. First she needs to get some revenge. Shaking off the damage, she flies at him with her glowing tail-stick raised for a Wood Hammer attack.]
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Whatever attack she was planning is botched; she recoils with a gasp of pain and confusion as the sound grates on her ears.]
Wh—what the hell? How did you—?
[How did he hit her so easily?
She can ask him after the match is done, she quickly decides. First she needs to get some revenge. Shaking off the damage, she flies at him with her glowing tail-stick raised for a Wood Hammer attack.]
Fine. Just attacks it is!