Domer and Puck slid around the slick field deftly. Because of their severe weakness to fighting types maneuverability had been the primary focus of Ben's training. Although Sova had switched out for a better type advantage, Ben smirked. She was definitely less experienced, or at least performed worse under pressure. He might be able to handle this type disadvantage after all.
"Puck, metal claw! Domer headbutt those flames!"
Puck suddenly gouged into the ground with his glowing claws, stopping his momentum but launching Domer in the air. Domer's head glowed brightly as the flames licked his dome. However, metres before connecting with his target, his target dropped below his line of sight. In fact, the whole building was moving. Domer tried to stop and crashed into the rubble and pieces of roof that were around him. Puck clung desperately to his own piece of roof.
Ben felt the lurch of the building beneath him before suddenly stopping. He barely registered what had caught him as he fumbled to recall Domer and Puck. He barely got Domer back into his ball before he fell out of sight.