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But he got no response. The Scrafty was either too transfixed on the fight to talk or simply didn't want to talk to him. That was fine, Crimson decided. He wasn't about making enemies unless they pronounced themselves as the enemy first. More specifically, he didn't want to appear annoying. With a dismissive shrug, his attention turned back to the fight.

The battle raged on and as he watched, he learned more and more about the Diancie. The effect of the weather around them that slowly wore down on the competitors, both physically and mentally. The ineffective use of Status Conditions that seemed to reflect off her and back towards the one who cast it. The high-power attacks she dished out in return. She had no real defensive capabilities herself, but given her conditions, she didn't really need to pour her efforts into defense. Whatever Dr. Nendal had done to her, she could now wipe out most Pokemon before a single one could land a significant hit on her. But she wasn't unstoppable. She had weak points. She could be defeated.

And as he was figuring this out, an idea began to hatch in his mind. One that was a bit crazy, even for his taste. But if all went well and he could do what he needed to, he could tie up several loose ends along the way. He just needed to put on his biggest Zane impression.

A cold shiver went down his spine at the thought of that. He was not Zane. He would never be.

But he grinned in a friendly manner as he gave a wave to the Scrafty, "Well, be seeing ya, I guess."

He glanced one more time towards the screen. A Lucario and it's Trainer were just stepping into the fray, beginning their first attack. From what he could glean, this was the last line of defense. He had to hurry.

He bolted out the front door of the Pokemon Center, sprinting through one of the alleyways of Nimbasa, and ran for the desert. He was very careful to avoid the detection of the patrolling minions, catching their view before they could his and either letting them go past or moving past them before they could spot him. When he entered the outskirts and stood on the sand of the desert, he shifted into his Electric Form and burst forward, running towards Nimbasa City. His Electric Form was faster and he needed all the speed he could get. He wished he had the Power Boots to make him even faster, but he reckoned Tag needed them more. For that matter, he wished he had brought along the Power Bat. That would make his task ahead a lot easier.

But those were fleeting thoughts as the real concerning issue pressed in the forefront of his mind: How long could that Lucario hold out for?