[The Milotic rears up, and with only a trill from her as a preamble: there's a strong gust of frigid air that's rushing in Garrosh's direction. The flakes from the miniature storm are thick enough that Ruby is hoping it will obscure his vision long enough to escape. That, or freeze him to where he stands; with the power capping here that's not likely though.
Regardless- he's going call back all of his pokemon sans Mimi, rev up his running shoes, and try to book it now. What do Garrosh? Will he get away?]
Only after I wrote this did I realize the humor of using Blizzard, jsyk.
[The Milotic rears up, and with only a trill from her as a preamble: there's a strong gust of frigid air that's rushing in Garrosh's direction. The flakes from the miniature storm are thick enough that Ruby is hoping it will obscure his vision long enough to escape. That, or freeze him to where he stands; with the power capping here that's not likely though.
Regardless- he's going call back all of his pokemon sans Mimi, rev up his running shoes, and try to book it now. What do Garrosh? Will he get away?]