Gray's lips barely tilted upwards into an amused smirk, before regaining it's usual frown. It was amusing, watching the Scraggy struggle up and run forward, even though it knows that it's days in the battle was numbered. Knowing that this battle would be over relatively soon, Gray slipped on his black and gray League hat, his feathery gray hair flitting over his matching smoky eyes, as he watched the Scraggy get close to Gible.

"Sand-Attack...and finish with Tackle." He commanded. Gible momentarily frowned at the Leer, but quickly got back into action. It kicked the ground, launching a large cloud of sand into the Scraggy's charging face, before rolling to the side and dashing forward, to slam it's stone-cold head into the Scraggy's blind-side.