Back in the fight, Letter’s observation (while crude) was proving to be accurate as the fight unfolded and various tricks and strategies were employed and countered in a pendulum of shifting advantages and weaknesses. Mewtwo possessed the raw power advantage and could throw his weight around with terrifying results, but Yellow’s versatility and miniature army of varied threats kept him on the back foot. When Mewtwo sought an advantage against one of her Pokemon, she’d recall it to safety and resummon it in a better position, then punish the mistake with a counterattack. When Mewtwo went for an attack against her directly, she’d pull her Pokemon back and use them individually to peel Mewtwo off of her and stop the chase. While it was a game swinging in both directions, as time passed and Mewtwo regularly faced greater odds than he could manage, along with the constant harassment keeping him from using Recover, Mewtwo found himself slowly losing any advantages he could eke out against Yellow’s superior strategy.
With few options remaining, Mewtwo opted for one of the few remaining avenues where he still possessed a great advantage- raw power. When the flow of combat positioned them both inside the ring, Mewtwo gave up the chase and extended both arms, summoning every ounce of his power into the largest psychic tornado he could muster. Yellow saw the psychic onslaught as it manifested, and in that moment she made a critical series of logical connections that would save her life in more ways than she knew. Mewtwo had poured every bit of power he had into the attack, and the vicious winds were so great that there wasn’t a chance she could escape it with either Dody or Kitty. With escape no longer an option, Yellow summoned her entire roster like a wall of creatures before her, standing her ground until the bitter end.
In the moment before impact, Yellow unleashed every attack her Pokemon could bring to bear- Dody’s Whirlwind, Pika’s Thunder, Gravvy’s Rock Throw, Kitty’s Supersonic, and Omny’s Ice Ray all fired into the whirling void to attempt to blow it back into Mewtwo. As the tornado filled with shards of ice and rock and diffused the winds and lightning sent against it, Yellow needed another method, another way to buy her the few inches she’d need to put distance between herself and failure. Focusing her energy, she reached out and touched the mind of just one of her Pokemon, boosting its level to the absolute limit. When that peak was reached, she issued a command.
The empowered Dodrio seemed to speed up to even greater levels, generating a torrent of ferocious winds that rivaled even Mewtwo’s tornadoes. It wasn’t enough to push the attack back entirely, but it kept the deadly psychic winds from reaching Yellow for the time being. It wouldn’t last forever, and the blowback from the clashing winds pushed Yellow back a few inches, almost causing her foot to slip into the pit in the canvas hidden just behind her and her Pokemon. Still, she kept her balance- this wasn’t about buying distance, it was all about buying time. After all, she’d turned every single Pokemon she had towards the task of putting Mewtwo down.
And Ratty didn’t have any projectile attacks.
Ratty burst from the canvas beneath Mewtwo in a flurry of gnashing teeth, shattering his focus like a stone through a pane of glass. Distracted, Mewtwo didn’t notice Yellow empowering the rest of her Pokemon, overpowering the psychic wave and forcing it back on Mewtwo in a cataclysmic gale of raw power. The arena exploded into a hurricane of shattered ice and shards of rock, kept from killing anyone else in the stands thanks to Letter’s barriers.
When it finally died down, one girl was left standing, holding her palm to the chest of one of her best friends, keeping him down for the three-count.