I told you, I don't want to fight! [Al and Clara stay well up in the air, the Pidgeot watching Wrath with a sleepy interest.] Please, Wrath, I don't want to be your enemy!

[Then he lowers his voice, only talking to Clara this time.] Follow the streets, but slow enough so he can follow, okay? We're leading him to the park. [She trills and starts gliding in that direction, careful to keep above the roof-line.]