Clash: Deal 2 damage to the enemy follower.
At the end of your turn, restore 2 defense to your leader.
The sweet nothings you whisper are a red rose—passionate and direct. But I am a blue rose, and we are simply much too different. If you're still after me anyway, then I beg you to please love all of me.
(Same as the unevolved form.)
Blue is the color of the cold night, and red is the color of warm flesh. Haha—surely you'll allow me a nibble. After all, the night has only begun. You will love all of me, won't you?
/ 600 (Animated)