The scene was absolute chaos. The eight-year-old girl—who just minutes ago seemed somewhat normal—had turned into a literal monster. Wisty was relentless, charging at Mew and thrashing it around like it owed her money.

“GET. IT. TOGETHER!” she bellowed, punctuating each word with a wild swing. She grabbed Mew midair again, spun around with dizzying speed, and slammed it into the ground. Dust and pebbles shot up into the air, and Mew squeaked in disoriented protest.

“What is even happening right now?” Goh choked out, watching in horror.

Gary just stood there, slack-jawed. “This isn’t battling... this is wrestling.”

Horace, who had been shaking like a leaf the whole time, suddenly went pale. “I... I think I’m going to faint.” He swayed dramatically, catching himself against Quillon for support.

“Pull it together, Horace!” Quillon snapped, though his own wide-eyed look said he was one second away from joining him. “She’s eight! How does she have the strength of a Machamp?!”

Meanwhile, Mew—still possessed and glowing darkly—fired off a Heat Wave, which Wisty narrowly dodged. Her dress singed at the edges, but she didn’t seem to care. “Oh, now you’re playing dirty? Fine, TWO can play at that game!”

She leapt forward and drop-kicked Mew into a nearby boulder.

“Oh my Arceus,” Danika whispered, eyes wide. “Did she just... drop-kick a Legendary Pokémon?”

“Yes,” Goh croaked, trembling. “Yes, she did.”

Mew retaliated with Scald, soaking Wisty head to toe. But instead of retreating, she wiped water from her face, a wild grin spreading across her features. “Ooooh, now you’ve done it!”

“Someone stop her!” Quillon shouted, looking around desperately.

“Do you want to be the one to tell her to stop?!” Gary shot back.

“...Fair point,” Quillon muttered, defeated.

Wisty lunged at Mew again, and the two spun around in a tangle of limbs, dark energy, and pure chaos. Rocks crumbled from the cave walls as their struggle intensified.

Horace, now sitting on the ground, let out a weak laugh. “She’s not battling. She’s going full Primeape...”

At that exact moment, Mew—completely fed up—used Vine Whip and flung Wisty off the cliff.

“WHAG WAS THAT FOR?!” Wisty screeched as she disappeared from sight.

Everyone gasped, running to the edge.

“She’s gone!” Goh exclaimed in panic.

But before anyone could mourn her very dramatic exit, a familiar voice shouted from below: “I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET!”

Seconds later, Wisty climbed back up the cliff like some sort of feral warrior, soaking wet and glaring daggers at Mew.

Gary blinked in disbelief. “She... climbed up the cliff? Like it was nothing?”

Quillon’s eye twitched. “We’re all going to die here, aren’t we?”

Danika shook her head slowly, watching Wisty march back into the chaos. “No... but Mew might.”