[Speaking of balls flying elsewhere... Well, it's late, and Silver's heading home after an entire day of intensive hardcore training. Sneasel's walking along with them. They're both a little high strung, even if they're exhausted.
...Needless to say, a ball flying at them registers at something for Silver to immediately get Sneasel to cut than... A ball. So uh. So much for that ball.]
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...Needless to say, a ball flying at them registers at something for Silver to immediately get Sneasel to cut than... A ball. So uh. So much for that ball.]