As the Mega Blaziken flipped freely through the trees, like some epic, motherflippin' ninja, he was suddenly interrupted by a mirage of voices, back down in the forest that were dozens of feet beneath him. Stopping in mid-air, and flipping downwards so that he was practically dive-bombing towards the ground, Dave landed silently on a short tree-limb, where he stood like a boss, arms cross, watching the weird creatures talk.
"The Hell's a matesprit?" He murmured, invisible eyebrow arching.