There was no time for him to react. Even though he'd been a Pokemon a couple of times during one of those strange Weekends, he couldn't hope to have the reflexes to avoid one in battle mode. The club met its mark and sickly colors swam in Henry's vision as pain lit up his whole skull.

Henry drew his hands up, fingers curled into faux claws as he cringed. He blindly groped for Assumption with a shout. He had no gun. He had no golf club. All he could do was hope his arms were longer than Assumpion's and his club combined.