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Andrea admired the woman's tenacity. She really did.

"Keep it goin' with the Ice Beam, boy!"

Froakie ushered in another burst of power, his initial strike temporarily halted due to the Astonish's might. The terrible sound and distorted airs managed to reach the idle frog, and his attack temporarily fizzled and wavered. But his strength and training enabled him to gain the upper hand in this particular confrontation. His reinforced beam was followed with yet another, one eye squeezing shut as he exerted a sizable chunk of both effort and energy in order to down the flying-type. 

"Yer stubborn. Of course, yer a trainer. I shouldn't expect shit else," Andrea grunted. "Yer bird's about to be royally fucked. Ice Beam is much more potent than a fuckin' sound-based attack. B- fer effort, though."

She gestured and her Pokemon continued to apply much more effort. Andrea made a decision at that particular moment. 

"Keep it goin'," she said, a slow smile forming. "Ya wanna go hard? Then Imma go harder, baby. I told ya I wasn't one ta be gentle. All you've done is Sing, Sing, Sing that little bird ta death. Is it so fucking weak that it can't handle a real battle? I-think-so."