Pitch's smile fades as the beasts growl at Shovel. He was cowering before them; covering! When he was demolishing their numbers with ease!

"Thales, move. Aerial Ace. Finish off the Charmeleon."

As Pitch says this, he steps out of the grass, releasing Dilos by his side.

"I'll need to have you make one of these seize up again, alright?" Pitch says, looking at the snake expectantly. "Not yet, but be ready."

As Pitch says this, Thales gives a watery cry, flying forward with his shell and leaping into the air, cutting down and across as he falls upon the Charmeleon from above, his technique leaving no room for escape.

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Aerial Ace!
AC: None! (1d20)[7]
Damage: (2d10+21)[34]
Crit: (2d10+8)[20]