[Meanwhile, Blue is dying. But it's okay, because he gingerly tries to pat at Tyranitar's rocky hide even as his bones are being turned to dust. Eventually, the spiky monster allows his trainer to slip back down onto the ground, hanging his head shamefully when he sees the annoyed, disappointed frown Blue is giving him.]

[Dad is mad.] RRrrrr....

Look! You can't just go picking fights just because you don't know people. Didn't you try talking to Duraludon first? [Blue waggles his finger at the towering Pokémon, who twiddles his claws like a properly scolded child. Tar, tar, he nods along. It seems Blue knows the naughtiness streak of his Pokémon better than anyone...]

[Eventually, he sets Tyranitar to start gathering up the pieces of rubble he'd knocked loose and rejoins Turing and Raihan.]

Sorry about all this mess... [He gives Turing a little bow of apology, rubbing the back of his head. Sheesh, the doorframe...] We'll help clean things up. Duraludon's okay, right?