Psyduck has not been in the word for very long but even her Arceus-granted instincts tell her that this has gotten Bad. She rolls over and pushes herself to her little webbed feet before hoofing it up the beach.

JW sets his jaw and squared up his shoulders. The surf washed in and out between them. Then, like a flash, his hand shot into the surf and came up with a broken bit of coral. He hucked it at her.