A Bite Sized Snack

Conner lets out a loud scream as the pain from the Heat Crash was too much to bear and he released Waldo from his Psychic grip. The Emboar pants a few times and makes a sigh of relief of being free from his helpless state. The large boar quickly charges at the Venomoth and knocks him into the air and he opens his maw as wide as he could letting the moth drop drown into it and to the stomach.

Waldo lets out a loud burp and pats his belly a few times "Not bad for an appetizer. I'm sure my next match will have more meat on them." The Emboar said as he walks off the arena. The Machamp chuckles a bit after watching the battle "Alright folks on to last battle of this round! Owen the Samurott versus Patrick the Zebstrika!" The zebra cracked his knuckles as he steps into the arena and the armored mammal "Ah it's finally time Pastry!" Patrick growled from Owen's statement. From the looks of things the two fighters are the same height and bulk.