Marshall looks at Bruce the Machamp with narrowed eyes. He looks around him, aware that even this conversation is probably being monitored. As he turns back to the two, he grunts.<br/><span style="color: #00BF00">"An Eevee and a Machamp, and a Gallade, all fused with humans..."</span><br/>He pinches the bridge of his nose. The air seems to grow heavier for a moment, and Marshall smiles a wicked smile.<br/><span style="color: #00BF00">"Tell me... Am I the first psychic-type to be successfully created? And if not..."</span><br/>Marshall's eyes begin to glow. The next words came without him ever opening his mouth.<br/><span style="color: #00BF00">"<span style="font-style: italic">To what extent could my predecessors use their abilities?</span>"</span>