Bruxish — every printing, every price, every gap.

When it unleashes its psychic power from the protuberance on its head, the grating sound of grinding teeth echoes through the area. It stuns its prey with psychokinesis and then grinds them to mush with its strong teeth. Even Shellder’s shell is no match for it. It burrows beneath the sand, radiating psychic power from the protuberance on its head. It waits for prey as it surveys the area. Its skin is thick enough to fend off Mareanie’s spikes. With its robust teeth, Bruxish crunches up the spikes and eats them.