[Fair enough for him, all Fighting-types have good endurance. The rain wears it down, of course, but it'll be a good ten before he tires out. He wretches the steel from the ground and continues on after the dog with Dynamicpunches, and Hilbert slips off his bag to look for something.]

Where is it, where... Ah, there it is! [Hiding the Ether from sight, it'll be good for later.] Just keep it up, Gurs! All that mud'll be weighty on his fur! If you can, Rock Slide that mud to trap him!

[While Gurdurr's only source of heaviness is his weapon. Still, in a war of attrition, it'll be pretty close between them as long as Stoutland keeps dodging the short blows as well as the slow-rising mud wall readying to crash down at any moment.]