Brian watched as his two Pokemon double-teamed the Dracozolt, the ancient Pokemon taking quite a beating from the two. Hmm, with how it reacted to Chase's Draining Kiss, could it be part Dragon-type? He couldn't worry about that now; that Pokemon was reeling from the painful beating it had just taken, and Brian saw his opportunity. He fired the Pokeball he'd primed from his SNAG, the red and white sphere sailing through the air to smack into Dracozolt's body. It sucked the Pokemon inside and slammed shut, shaking violently as it tried to resist the ball. Once, twice, three times, it shook, then shook a few more, getting weaker each time, before finally ceasing all movement, the ding coming from the sphere indicating that the snag was successful. Brian gave a sigh of relief as he saw this, Chase using Psychic to float the newly-captured Dracozolt's ball back to him. Once he had it in hand, he leveled a dangerous look at the Eolith admin. "Ye've lost," he said simply. "Now leave, before ye find yerself becoming the history ye love so much."