[Lakeshore]
The words "Laurel, Magical Leaf!" and "Baaay!" can probably be heard before a cluster of black, pulsing, razor sharp leaves pass before Modar, hopefully knocking the snakewhip off course. The leaves came, of course, from the top of a Bayleef's head, with her young trainer standing beside her. The young girl wears a grey hooded coat and a mask to hide her face, but judging from her height and voice, she can't be more than thirteen. Not that that would matter to them, considering they are evil kidnappers and all that.
No matter what the leaves do, the girl will begin wiggling her fingers and muttering under her breath as soon as she is done giving the order to her pokemon.