Starr stumbled backward from Curio's last punch, slightly winded but high on adrenaline. Hell yeah, two scratches, and she'd managed to draw some blood with that last one, nice. If she could brace herself to take the hits and retaliate each time, she might have a shot.
Wait. Curio had pulled back. What was she... The Riolu had broken into a sort of rhythmic dance, swinging her arms wide, lifting her legs high.
Starr snorted. "Sorry, didn't realize we were in a dance-off now!" she called out with a smirk. But even as she said it, the truth dawned on her. Swords Dance. The Riolu knows friggin' Swords Dance are you KIDDING me.
Ugh. What a pain. No way to outlast her damage output if she's gonna set up. What other moves did Starr know? Useless, low level crap. Scratch, and... Growl? Ugh. Well, if Curio was boosting, maybe she could lower her attack, even if it was only a little.
Starr planted her paws firmly on either side of her. She tensed herself up, opened her mouth wide--
Then, somewhat unexpectedly, she felt the stirrings of flame in her throat.