"Wobba wob." (Whoah, look at that. I'd say the chances of me surviving that attack is...50/50! Haha, it's funny because one of the 50s is me not getting hit at all!")<br/><br/><br/>"Hmm, that attack is dangerous." Bishop noted. "Each one is super effective against either Marx or Isaac. Who can I switch it that can take that attack without any trouble?"<br/><br/><br/>Suddenly, the answer came to him. Bishop grinned as he called back Marx. "Marx, that's enough for now! I'll call on you again later!" He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a different Pokeball. "They can switch out now, but maybe now I can deal with that attack...this is the last Pokemon I'll be using for this battle." Bishop said solemly. "Okay! Freya, on the field with Isaac! Your services are required!"<br/><br/><br/>As the Pokeball unleashed a Pokemon on the field, it took the attack as soon as it materialized. As the smoke cleared, a tall, slender Weaville Pokemorph stood in place, grinning smugly, exerting her Pressure.<br/><br/><br/>"Hmmph, that's one way for me to make an entrance." Freya said, the powerful attack having its power drastically reduced on the fast dark-type. She looked at the field and noticed it was filled entirely with Pokemorphs. "Heh, my favorite kind of fight." Freya said, readying her claws.<br/><br/><br/>"Freya...keep your guard up." Isaac said calmly. "The opponent is strong."<br/><br/><br/>"Isaac, use Calm Mind! Prepare for the next attack!"<br/><br/><br/>Isaac did so, clearing his thoughts and making himself even more powerful.