Bishop stood with his hands in his pockets, studying the battlefield intently as his opponent spoke out to him.<br/><br/><br/>"Let me say one thing that I should have made clear before this battle ever started." Bishop said, talking across the field to Dragon. "I am Bishop Berthold, of the Berthold family. We breed our Pokemon from birth to excel in the specilizations they were meant to have. More than that, I have bred my Pokemon with painstaking effort! My wealth gives me no tactical advantage, and I don't need one! You think that my success comes solely from my money? I would never have come this far if that were the case! The value of my Pokemon are what drives me forward!"<br/><br/><br/>"Bishop..." Isaac muttered. "You may be bull-headed and a little clueless, and you ignore whatever advice me and Prometheus have to offer...but you have pride in your Pokemon. And we use that pride in our own battles!" he announced, his power building up as his eyes glowed with psychic power, massively this time.<br/><br/><br/>"Isaac, use Psyshock again! Don't let that Haunter beat you in psychic ability!"<br/><br/><br/>Isaac gave a deep yell as his power manifested into a giant Psyshock wave, fired with incredible speed at Spirit, tearing through the air in an unstoppable manner.<br/><br/><br/>"Hmmph." Freya rolled her eyes as she was still grabbed by the Galvantula, having been hit by an Electroball, and though not taking much damage from the actual attack, was now rather paralyzed. "I'm not a big fan of friendship speeches. All they do is make me want to eat."<br/><br/><br/>"Everything makes you want to eat." Isaac quipped.<br/><br/><br/>"Hah, don't you know me well? Fortunately for me..." Freya said, as she herself had a very hard grip on Cuddlebug, her face sporting a scary grin. "I think the paralysis is about to be worth it. How about a trip to my stomach, little bug?" Freya taunted, keeping her grip on Cuddlebug iron-clad so she couldn't get away.