Jason Connor
Jason outwardly maintained composure, but internally blanched, realizing he had to figured this out with one of his partners to win this. Murus is the easy answer, what with his Ghost typing, but he's not very mobile...alternatively, Avem is small and quick and...utterly unprepared...Occisor has a type disadvantage and is still too angry with me..I think...I can't ask Slayer to do this, poor guy will get trounced. Sable would be too eager, but no ice type moves...Fuck, what do I do here... The referee sighed in annoyance.
"Come on, guy, we don't got all day and there are other people who want to fight this thing. You gonna throw out a Pokemon or not?" Pulling himself out of his reverie and nodding to himself, the aspiring champion pulled a ball from his belt and tapped the button to grow it to normal size before tossing it. "Alright, Slayer, let's do this together!" The Ralts emerged in a beam of light and the little guy looked determined. "Alright buddy, hit it with Confusion and then use Double Team and try and get a Hypnosis off! Failing that, hit it with Confusion again."