When he heard Triss speak, Sparktail smiled inwardly. It was a big mistake from the mew's friend. If she wanted his rival to win, talking about how the only advantage he thought he had over the mew was all a lie, and this, with him in hearing range, was not the way to do it right. He wouldn't have gone soft on the mew either way, but now he knew that he had to be cautious. If true it was, the mew could turn out to be a real threat. He had to be very careful.<br/><br/>With that in mind, he took a battle stance, focusing his mind on the memories of a past long gone, on the last real battle he had, when Softp... no, Jen had been his trainer. It was far away, but it did provide a few tactics that would prove to be useful. He had trained against a psychic once and he knew their weaknesses. They could anticipate your move. The best way to prevent them from doing that was not to attack predictably, to seem calm and relaxed. More than that, he had to use a skill only he possessed. Charging his cheeks, if even slightly, opened a gate in his mind, one giving him the skill to read the emotions of those around him. He wouldn't be able to know anything about the mew, as they were the only pokemon able to prevent their thoughts from being emanated by their brain, but he would be able to shelter his mind a bit. So he did such, sparks now dancing between his cheeks. The battle was on... a battle of patience.