The male pikachu took a few seconds to think about it, a good decision right now. Battling a mew, in any circumstances, would be a huge risk, suicidal even. It wasn't like dealing with a common predator in the pokemon realm, which could all be beaten with a good dose of strategy, speed and luck. The creature there, as stupid looking as it was, could destroy him with a single thought, restrict his movements with a stare or control his body to make him fight himself. The true extend of a mew's skills were even beyond those ideas, which while scary, were only the peek of the iceberg of all the suffering he could receive. There was, however, another factor to consider. Ultima might have the potential to annihilate him, but he was also prevented from doing so by the joy and simple mind he displayed. His philosophy based on "I make friends if I am nice with them and don't use my abilities to my fullest" also meant that, besides being ridiculously easy to be friend of, that he would not be the adversary in battle that he should be. Knowing that kind of person, he wouldn't even dent him in fear of losing his friendship. He might even let him win, with any luck. This wasn't an opportunity that would slip past his fingers. "Alright, Ultima. We can fight, as long you promise me the king treatment on that ship. In fact..." he added, giving Softpaw a quick glance before staring back at the mew with a grin. "...the king and queen treatment."