Carrie regarded the Gardevoir with stunned curiosity. Did this kid not know the type advantage Ghosts had over Psychics?
"Gardevoir, Psychic!"
Apparently not. Carrie sighed as the attack began to crush Mischief. This guy didn't do his homework.
"Mischief, Pain Split!"
The Psychic's aura suddenly turned a blinding blue, and with an aching cry from Mischief a chunk of it went hurtling back towards Gardevoir, hitting it directly and sending it stumbling. It recovered quickly, however, and the two Pokemon watched each other cautiously.
"Gardevoir, Healing Wish!"
Carrie scowled as the Psychic began to regain health. Mischief turned to her for direction.
"Use Mean Eyes!"
He nodded and turned to Gardevoir, arresting it in the act and freezing it in place.
"Now, Shadow Ball!"
The crackling ball of dark energy formed swiftly in front of Mischief, and was sent hurtling towards it's enemy. It hit head on, and the Gardevoir keeled over.
Lyserg grit his teeth as he recalled his Pokemon. "I'm really starting to dislike you. But it's a shame you weren't on my team; I need stronger allies."
The next Pokemon he sent out surprised her. A Houndoom growled at her Pokemon menacingly, and Carrie knew she had a problem.