Thace's smile is small and wry. "Then you might enjoy my match, when I take it."

He tips his head towards his Pokemon. "This is almost my entire group of companions."

Aside from the bat, none of them have an immediately obvious offensive advantage against grass types, although some do have a defensive one.

"Zaivar's imprison is likely to prove useful for our attempt."

The little Klefki (whose only key is a handmade lockpick) chimes in, sounding very proud at that. And the Cherrim looks smug to the consternation of the bat.