<span style="font-style: italic">Hale!</span>Absynthe "shouted."<span style="font-style: italic">It's one of them!</span><br/><br/>Hale's eyes went cold and his muscles tensed.  "Where?" he demanded.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Take my hand!</span><br/><br/>Hale put his hand in hers, and he felt the familiar tug of teleportation.  The brush was ripped here, evidence of a battle, and Hale didn't need a sixth sense to know that the small pink pokemon in front of him had succumbed to the madness.  The very air around it seethed with hatred, and Hale answered with a hatred of his own.  With an angry roar, he launched himself directly at the enemy.  His small hand glowed with power as he aimed a Mega Punch at the foes face.