[Silently, he angles toward the newly-arrived Pinsir without really bothering to take aim, nudging an emphatic thought into the Remoraid's mind and watching with pleasure as it proceeds to lock on to its target accordingly.]
It even aims itself, isn't that handy?
[Grinning, he glances back at the Very Unfortunate Pinsir one more time, then gives his second silent command; a moment later, a blast of ice fires forth out of the Remoraid, to the tune of Schuldig's snickering.]
Sorry. After all that heat I figured it could stand to cool off a little.
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It even aims itself, isn't that handy?
[Grinning, he glances back at the Very Unfortunate Pinsir one more time, then gives his second silent command; a moment later, a blast of ice fires forth out of the Remoraid, to the tune of Schuldig's snickering.]
Sorry. After all that heat I figured it could stand to cool off a little.