Garett tossed his hat into the air and caught it upside-down by the brim, giving a graceful bow as he did so. In a fluid motion, he reached into the hat and pulled out a pokeball, tossing it into the middle of the field. "For our first act, Garett the Great will be joined by Marcel the Magnificent! Center stage, my friend!" A flashing light burst forth from the pokeball, and a Mr. Mime materialized on the battlefield. The clownish Pokemon kept a wide smile on its face, its hands raised to the sides of its head and seemingly pressing against an invisible wall.
"Hmm, a psychic type." Typical, thought Willa. The eccentric man seemed to fancy himself a magician, so of course his team would mostly contain psychic type Pokemon. Unfortunately for Garett, Willa had several options for dealing with his beloved partner. Willa dug into a pocket on the inside of her coat, pulling out a pokeball and tossing it in the air. "Ruby, standby!" In another flash of light, a short yet hulking Pokemon appeared before Willa, the monster's single red eye sending a piercing gaze across the battlefield. Since Willa knew nothing of the opposing Mr. Mime beyond its typing, she decided to test the waters before diving into the battle. "Ruby, stand your ground and let the enemy come to you." The Dusclops dug her heels into the ground and held her enormous hands in front of her body, ready to block incoming attacks.
"If you won't start the show, then we will! Marcel, Bouclier!" Willa noticed the language that Garett used issue commands from her travels in Kalos. As luck would have it though, Willa never took the time to learn Kalosian beyond the most basic phrases. She would have to rely on visual cues alone for this battle. Meanwhile, Marcel had formed a clear, circular wall in front of him. It wasn't clear exactly what move it was, but Willa could at least identify it as a defensive move. "Tres bien, Marcel! Now show us your Alolan flair with Choc Mental!" Suddenly, Marcel's eyes began to glow a bright blue color as he held out his hands toward Ruby. A psychic attack!
"Ruby, brace for impact!" The ghost Pokemon followed through, steeling its will to defend against the mental assault. But the attack never came. Instead, Marcel was using its psychic power on its own barrier, turning the wall on its side while keeping it afloat in midair. Eyes still aglow, Marcel hopped on top of the barrier, and positioned himself in a sideways stance, as if he were standing on a surfboard. Wait...that's exactly what it was!
"Marcel, full speed ahead!" While riding the barrier, Marcel propelled himself forward at blistering speed. The mime Pokemon was using the wall as a hover board!
"Ruby, knock him off with Shadow Punch!" The Dusclops tried to throw out an attack, but failed to beat her opponent's speed. Marcel rammed his hover board into Ruby's body while tilting the board upwards, ascending into the sky after the impact. While Marcel continued flying in the air, Ruby was knocked back from the collision, barely managing to remain on her feet. All the while Garett gazed up at his partner, clapping his hands in applause.
"Bravo, Marcel! Bravo!" Garett broke his gaze from the flying mime, and turned it to face Willa. "Oho! Apologies, madamoiselle, but the opening act is critical to any performance! Now stand back, and be amazed by our Spectacular Psycho-Surf!"