[And do her worst she does. With careful precision, as instructed by her Trainer, Ariados scoots forward and tilts her head a bit, sinking her fangs into the fabric of the sash and trying desperately to either cut or coat them in her venom. There's a bit of wetness there, but it doesn't last, and neither does it seem to have the desired effect of corroding the fabric in any regard. She tries to actually pull, biting down and tugging, but again...nothing.

Tuckered out and a bit forsaken, Ariados sinks on all of her legs, drooping her head sadly. She couldn't do it... ;n;]

Hey, it's okay, baby girl...you did your best, yeah? Good job. [Guzma will console his poor Pokemon, giving her an affectionate pat. Aw, honey.] But, uh...that's my bright idea. Sorry, but your boy's just a one-spark bulb of ideas and I done burnt out.