If anyone dares to grab its hilt, it wraps a blue cloth around that person’s arm and drains that person’s life energy completely.
The complex attack patterns of its two swords are unstoppable, even for an opponent greatly accomplished at swordplay.
Apparently, it can detect the innate qualities of leadership. According to legend, whoever it recognizes is destined to become king.
In the past, rather than using perfume, royal ladies carried a Spritzee that would waft a fragrance they liked.
Its scent is so overpowering that, unless a Trainer happens to really enjoy the smell, he or she will have a hard time walking alongside it.
Because it eats nothing but sweets, its fur is as sticky sweet as cotton candy.
Its sense of smell is 100 million times better than a human’s, so even the faintest scent tells it about everything in the area. It’s like it can see with its nose!
When exchanging information with others of its kind, it flashes the light-emitting spots on its body in a complex rhythm.
It flashes the pattern on its torso to control its prey and draw them in. The edges of its fins are supremely sharp.
They stretch and then contract, yanking their rocks along with them in bold hops. They eat seaweed that washes up on the shoreline.
Barbaracle’s legs and hands have minds of their own, and they will move independently. But they usually follow the head’s orders.
It’s not good at swimming, so it clings to the seaweed. In the Alola region, it’s often found near Dhelmise.
It blends in with seaweed to ambush its prey and then takes them down with a poisonous liquid strong enough to melt metal.
It moves around by jetting water from its right pincer. It has a poor sense of balance, so it’s terrible at swimming straight.
Its right arm is packed with meat. When its pincer falls off, it’s exported to be used as a cooking ingredient.
The frills on either side of its head have cells that generate electricity when exposed to sunlight.
It stimulates its muscles with electricity, boosting the strength in its legs and enabling it to run 100 yards in five seconds.
Tyrunt is spoiled and selfish. It may just be trying to frolic, but sometimes the ones it’s trying to frolic with are gravely injured.
The king of the ancient world, it can easily crunch a car with the devastating strength of its enormous jaws.
Amaura was restored successfully, but it’s not expected to live long because of the heat of the current environment.