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Vivillon had created enough distance before using its Poison Powder to be ready for another attack from behind. This time, when Vivillon rotated to face Lilt, its eyes glowed blue and it blasted a "Psybeam!" at the tiny bird.

If Lilt went through with her Peck, she'd likely take a faceful of Psybeam at the same time, and the telekinetic blast would also serve to cushion some of the damage to Vivillon.

Vivillon continued to fly up from the momentum of the Peck, having lost about a third of its health. She kept flying back to keep Lilt just out of Pecking distance, tilting side to side to dodge the stray Pecks that came too close. Now they were very close to the webs clinging onto the ceiling, and Vivillon used "Infestation!"

Tiny, faceless black insects with gaping maws rained from the webbing like writhing stalactites. One of them spiked down between Vivillon and LIlt, and they would all fly at the little bird to eat through her flesh.

Route 7 - Rivière Walk

As Helena's match heated up, Zack found himself a good way into Route 7. He wandered a riverside road, keeping pace with an arrow of Ducklett who swam the glistening waters. The river was the widest Zack had seen in a long time, with rows of dark green trees on the far bank. With so few trainers around, he could hear the distant whistling and nattering of wild pokémon rather than the high energy clashes of pokémon battles. The day's heavy sun had done a good job of drying out the dirt road; with every step, Zack kicked up a small cloud of dust that flew on the breeze.

Farther ahead, there was a small commotion. The river split off into a stream that carved a gap in the Route. Normally, the gap was a non-issue. A solid wooden bridge had been erected to allow travellers easy passage, but right now that bridge was out of order. A crowd mostly made up of trainers had formed in front of a rotund blob, which was sprawled out, filling up the bridge and snoring. It was as if a yo momma joke had come to life.

"A Snorlax," Zack muttered incredulously. As he got closer to the semi-circle of stumped travellers, he called out, "Hey, what's that thing still doing there?"
"Sleeping, clearly," someone said.
"Seriously, is he blind? No offence to blind people."

I hate this country, Zack thought, grumbling to himself.

"Well then, why hasn't anyone gotten rid of it yet?" he said through gritted teeth. An elderly man stepped forward wearing an apron splashed with paint. The way the other travellers parted to let him pass gave Zack the impression that this man was their leader, though in all likelihood he was just another person finding their day ruined by obesity.
"Oh, don't you worry about this lazy lump," he said with an amiable chuckle, "I sent a young trainer to retrieve a pokéflute to wake it up. She should be back any minute now."
"Sir, she's been gone for an hour."
"She's probably on her way back then. Just a little longer."

"You have got to be kidding me," Zack said, pinching his brow. Were these people really pokémon trainers? Trainer licenses must be given away for free in cereal boxes. "Why on earth do you want to wake this thing up? That's just going to make it harder."

He took out a pokéball and called on Serene. The silvery psychic pirouetted as she appeared, then nearly fell over when she saw the size of her opponent. The young Ralts would have been worried, but then she heard Zack's command of "Loki Tactic." She immediately ran forwards and jumped, clinging onto Snorlax's flab. When the most resistance she was met with came in the form of a content snore, Serene used Teleport to take both Snorlax and herself over the river, and let gravity do the rest.

The resulting splash slapped water as far as the dirt road. Most of the travellers scattered away from the soil-filled wave, but a few didn't take their eyes off the 'battle'. Serene teleported above the embankment, not quite managing to reappear at ground level but only having to drop a short way to reach her target. Snorlax floated face-down in the river like a corpse. After a few seconds, a violent burst of bubbles found the surface, and another, and another. Finally, the pokémon jolted awake, startled and disorientated as it fought to gulp oxygen rather than river water.

To make sure the Snorlax didn't find its feet too quickly, Zack commanded a Confusion. Serene launched a volley of whipping psychic light, which beaned Snorlax between the eyes and made it splash all the more furiously, and all the more uselessly. Some of the travellers had even started to laugh, making it impossible for Zack not to smirk a little bit.

"Okay, this is just torture," he said, tossing an empty pokéball at the Snorlax and catching it as soon as the capsule snapped shut. Serene teleported without prompting, grabbed the ball before it hit the water, and teleported back without getting too wet.
"Oh, well I suppose that's another way of doing things," the old painter said with a hint of disapproval. "Are you going to give the fellow a nickname?"
"I was thinking maybe 'Fatass'," Zack said, holding the ball up to catch the light. "On account of its girth."
"Dude, that's a horrible name," someone said, "And it's against league rules."
"What are you, a Name Rater? ******** off," Zack said as he put Fatass' ball away and recalled Serene.

It wouldn't be long before Route 7 was clear once again. Zack hadn't gone far by the time the last person left. He was too busy turning his backpack inside out and panicking. His belongings scattered to the roadside, Zack held his bag upside-down and shook it until the last remnants of lint debris fell out. He dropped the bag to the floor and slumped his shoulders.

"I don't believe it," he mumbled. "I can't find my notebook anywhere."

That webs that served to host the infestation would also serve to capture Vivillon as Lilt pushed the enemy into it with a pursued Quick Attack. The infestation didn't matter at this point as the Fletchling fought through the pain to win.

"Peck!" Helena called.

The webbing of the arena was pressed around Vivillon as the two had spent so much time going up, so as the infestation bit into Lilt, she'd begin to peck at Vivillon's torso, too close to the enemy now to be hit directly by anything.

With that - if the strategy worked, the enemy was in for some damage. If they could do nothing to stop Lilt or get away, Vivillon would go down relatively quickly.

"Juke it!" Helena called as Viola gave her order.

Vivillon's psybeam would fire and Lilt would keep her head retracted before immediately attacking again. If Vivillon moved, it'd be with a "quick attack" aimed to shove her back into the ceiling, using the moves superior speed to outmatch the bug/flying type, however if she didn't move, she'd face that peck that was setup before, also called by Helena who carefully watched every moment of the battle.

The infestation wore on Lilt, but she refused to give up through the pain. They weren't about to be humiliated a second time.

Lilt had time, as Viola called out the order and Vivillon went to make it, to move under the psybeam and ensure that this wasn't a trade up blows, but a one sided beat down - all while ensuring that she lost no speed in her quick attack. If it hit, Vivillon would be pushed again into the ceiling once more.

The order was pointless as Lilt began to fall. She had pushed herself as far as she could, but the ongoing damage of infestation taking her out was inevitable. Helena recalled her before she could hit the ground and tightened her lips.

Vivillon couldn't have a lot left in it, Helena thought. She could use Caboose, but the idea of struggling to hit a flying type with thundershock just to finish it off didn't appeal to her.

She could use Loki to teleport up there and finish the opponent off, but if she used a part ground type bug next, it would cost her the match instantly.

Feather could take the Vivillon out, but she'd be at a disadvantage against a bug/poison type.

Caboose would lose half his ability to fight if the opponent was part ground, so he wasn't in as bad of a position as Loki was, but it was still difficult. Snaps was out of the question entirely.

"Alright, Feather." Helena released the Flabébé. "Take to the air," she said and Feather would push herself up with Fairy Wind.

Feather simply destroyed a portion of the incoming gust with another Fairy Wind as Helena ordered it. Then the little flower floated about with a smug, dancing this way and that in the air as she controlled her fairy wind, but she did not attack yet.