Cynth watched the Ponyta carefully, considering how the two of them should proceed. The poison was most prominent in her mind. Typically she wouldn't opt for the strategy of push as hard, strong, fast as you can until you either lose or faint from exhaustion. She knew the benefits of hitting hard, but she typically gave her Pokemon a bit of a break between turns of going all-out. In this battle, however, with the poison slowly seeping through Trick and making him more and more ill, she knew they would lose the waiting game. They had no choice but to hit hard and strong once again, putting all of their remaining strength into one final push. If she commanded Trick to take it slow and easy, she would only be submitting the Ponyta to a slow but sure defeat.
But if they gambled it all in this next turn, there was a chance at victory. Not necessarily a huge chance, but their only chance. The young woman watched as the Ponyta made small sidesteps back and forth, slightly limping as he favored his scratched up back legs. The lizard was small, but it certainly knew how to fight. Or perhaps it was Victor's leadership that was allowing the creature to do so well in this battle. Trick wasn't crippled by any stretch of the imagination, but he was hurting. Cynth considered throwing in the towel now, knowing that Trick could hurt himself... but if she asked him to abandon a challenge when there was still a chance for victory, no matter how small, it would hurt his trust in her and it would take her a long time to win that back.
And, truth be told, she wasn't really thrilled with the idea of leaving the final battle of the tournament without exhausting every option for potential victory. Being in the finals this year meant a lot to her: it meant she and her Pokemon had grown and learned a great deal since last year. But winning the entire tournament? That would be a victory and a memory she would cherish forever.
If, if they could manage it.
"Okay, Trick. I know you're hurt. If you want, we can stop now rather than continue and risk injury." The equine turned and squinted slightly at her, then turned back to face his opponent, not making any move to leave the battlefield or otherwise indicate surrender. As Cynth had expected, but she'd felt compelled to offer the choice to him.
Then the lizard was on the move again, interrupting her thoughts. The Salandit sprinted and then leaped at Trick, landing on his back and proceeding to scratch madly at the him.
Seeing an opportunity, Cynth spoke her instructions loudly and quickly. "Begin with tail whip, then roll into a tackle to get him off!"
Trick seemed to be reacting even before she had finished speaking the instructions. He spun his body and flicked his tail up at the Salandit on his back, then straightened from his turn. His legs bent at the knees, then he quickly tipped his balance and rolled onto his side. He'd performed this particular technique before, using a modified tackle attack to get an enemy off of his back.
Regardless of whether or not this caused Spectre to retreat from his position on Trick's back, Cynth would order a second tackle. If the Salandit were still on his back, he would get to his feet and roll again over the creature; if the Salandit had relinquished his position on his back, Trick would merely charge in to perform the second tackle attack, ignoring the exhaustion in his limbs and trying to keep himself from stumbling.
Ability: Flame Body
Item: Protective Pads
Health: 25% | Energy: 0%
Poisoned! -12% / turn
Hit by scratches (-18%, -26%)
Uses Tail Whip (-5%) then Tackle x2 (-16% -5%)
Takes 6% damage from running out of energy