Commission drawn by Blonde Velvet

What probably seemed like a simple pile of mud at first suddenly springs to life and strikes in an instant!
The Muk's stench is no doubt overwhelming enough, as is, but the situation is only complicated further as its toxins seep into the Tropius, weakening the unfortunate grass-type.
His only escape tactic thwarted as his wings are bogged down by the thick sludge, Trent can only stare back as Solomon begins to engulf him entirely...

Will probably get this one colored at a later date, I rather enjoy how well BlondeVelvet pulled off this particular pic~ <3