[With an outfit that stands out against the dusk so easily, Blake wonders why she hadn't seen the other trainer sooner. She must have been more immersed in the situation at hand than she thought. Though her head turned to take a glance at her well-intentioned interloper, she remains cool, saying nothing to her, words only reaching her Purrloin.]
Fake Out! [There's a small rumbling noise from the Purloin as it tackles the nearest Spearow, not taking it out completely, but hitting it hard enough to make it flinch.
It's like she's making a perfect opening for the Snorunt.]
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Fake Out! [There's a small rumbling noise from the Purloin as it tackles the nearest Spearow, not taking it out completely, but hitting it hard enough to make it flinch.
It's like she's making a perfect opening for the Snorunt.]