"Hold on against the Solar Beam."
Elder Mr. Moore commanded his Pokémon to withstand this wave of damage, intending to counterattack with Solar Beam. Because of Tailwind, he was lagging in speed, so the old man was actually gambling—betting that this Surf would not be able to defeat his Typhlosion.
The surging, towering giant waves rushed forward with the force of an avalanche, stirring up layer upon layer of spray, as magnificent and heart-pounding as a galloping horde of ten thousand wild horses.
Chapter 129