I attempted to recall my pokémon and return Roggenrola to the battlefield but Riolu wouldn’t have it. He was allowed to stretch his legs and wanted to keep going.
A slender, dark and pink figure appeared, with long claws and a grin. It was a wild sneasel and it was looking for a fight. Its claws created little sparks as they slowly grated against each other for a few seconds.
It charged straight ahead, the little blades on its hands aiming at my pokémon, but he was too fast. He waited until the last possible moment, dodged the attack with a small step to the right and countered with a devastating blow to the back of the neck.
The poor sneasel never saw it coming and see much of anything afterwards, since it was lying motionless on the ground, fading into orbs of energy.