I walk through a barren wasteland...
The dusty wind blows the tumbleweeds in a forlorn dance. Sad eyes squint, at a battlefield that has been thrown apart with the chaos of the epic. But it is for the last time, as the ending, the finale, has finally come. Perhaps the last round has not treated us kindly, Nommy. But Pokemon is a game that resembles life--it is never over until it is over.
Perhaps the opponent forgot that leaving an appliance takes energy.
Perhaps the opponent is, as I was, tired. Tired of everything, tired of this life, this war.
But the time has come to end everything. Fitting that the opponent's last act will be to flee in vain. We end this battle now, this seesaw that has tilted in favor for every action since turn 1. But the last say...shall be mine.
Snatch - brick break - victory