Gray's mind snapped like an arching whip, and the boy didn't bother with any unnecessary words. From the soundless nudge, Gible readied for the Scraggy, and as soon as it ran forward and attempted the Low Kick, the Dragon type easily leaped over the attack, landing behind the thing and turning on it's heel. "Tackle." Gray whispered, and despite it's soft tone, Gible heard it, and he dashed forward with speed and power, lunging at the Scraggy with as much force as it could.