The Sandshrew couldn't pinpoint the Cyndaquil's location once he jumped up on the log. Unsure where the Cyndaquil went, he searched for a time, and eventually settled on a spot he was pretty sure was Cyndaquil. Of course, he was wrong.
The Sandshrew popped out of the ground under one of Grant's planted feet, shouting, "SHREWWWW!!!!" as he tore into the sky with his claw. Mid-leap, however, a stream of fire washed over him, much to his surprise, as he was quite positive he had struck his appropriate target. The flames would most likely hit Grant, as well, due to the close proximity.
Sandshrew tumbled away, nursing his burns, growing more agitated by the second. He was determined to win. He spun around on the ground, throwing sand up into the air to impede the vision of Grant and Cynders. The Sandstorm was fierce, and Cynders would certainly feel its buffeting. On quick feet, Sandshrew used the veiling dust to rush toward Cynders. He rolled into a ball and darted toward the fiery pincushion with reckless abandon.