Gordon's mind races as the needles speed towards his Honchkrow. "Whirlwind! Blow the needles away, then Night Slash for the finisher!" The bird whips up a wind with his wings, but unexpectedly misses the needles, being pierced by a dozen venomous spines, and falling down to the ground, exhausted and down for the count. "What?!" Gordon's eyes widen to the size of dinner plates in shock as he returns Micheal to his Ball. "You got lucky on that one, mate." He reaches for the second Ball on his belt, glaring at Scyth, waiting for him to return his Seviper to send out his second Pokemon.