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"Don't worry about it," Keegan reassured her. "It's natural to be upset or frustrated at a loss, but they come and go, just like wins. I'm sure he," he gestured in the direction Mason had gone, "is taking it harder than he let on. But good sportsmanship is important in this kind of lifestyle." He thought about how Surge had been really quiet after Kasiya left, thinking about how to word his next sentence. "Your dad seemed to be quite upset, actually," he told her honestly. "I think he feels too bad about Hiro's injury to really feel like celebrating right now. Besides, the match was closer than you think. Electabuzz would have fallen if Shocker could have managed to attack one more time. I'm certain of it." He too decided to be quiet just then, but smiled at the comment about Morgan. "She's doing incredibly well," he admitted, nodding as he spoke. "She's got a long way to go, and she'll be even more powerful once she has a few more attacks at her disposal." He could tell that Kasiya had something else on her mind, but he wasn't going to push the subject. He knew her well enough by now to know not to try and force anything out of her, as she'd come around when she was good and ready.

"Alright Oddish, Ready and ACID!" The dark haired girl yelled pointing at vixy.

Oddish stopped bouncing back and forth and started to hop on the spot. As it bounced up it spit a steam of liquid acid towards the Vulpix. Vixy was not prepared for the burning sensation as she shuddered at it trying to shake it off. A small squeek could be heard from the fire type as it shook violently.

"Okay Vixy, time to finish this. We'll get you healed up soon I promise you're doing great. Once more Vixy Ember!" Maven called out her eyes betraying her confidence. She worried for her pokemon.

Vixy wasted no time as it started to pace the ground watching the Oddish bounce from foot to foot again. She arched upwards and her fur went out of place as she leaned down and let the flames fly out of her mouth as she attacked the grass type again.

The bouncing bulb had stopped on its right foot and fell on its side. The other girl recalled her pokemon and walked up to Maven.

"Thanks that was fun. I'll get you next time." She said as she took off after her brother.

Maven grabbed Vixy up in her arms and kissed her on her head as she congratulated Vixy she walked up to Keegan and Kasiya.

"Hey, when did you get here? How are you doing? How are your pokemon?" She asked surprised to see her other friend. I must've been too worked up in the battle...wow...I hope she's better...no stutter impressive

A canine's nose is very, very sensitive. Daemyn falls in the canine category. One plus one.

As if he'd bitten something foul, the Houndour spat the bird right out, forcefully sending it in any direction but near himself. The pain had multiplied that time; ineffective type or not, that hurt like hell. And he was all the more pissed for it. Daemyn was easily riled up, after all, and he did not like being insulted in this manner.

Eyes burning, he pulled up another ball of fire, collecting it in his throat before releasing -- unforunately, he'd let go of it a tad too early. Instead of striking Little Guy as planned, the Ember veered way off course, narrowly missing the back of M.A.'s head and hitting the trees surrounding Bugsy's arena. Now, trees aren't the most fire-resistant objects around, and to Daemyn's alarm, the fire spread. Fortunately, Sting and the Scyther were on the opposite side, but that wasn't much of a condolence. . . The flames were making an easy meal out of the tree's leaves, now hungrily moving towards the adjoining tree's foliage.

Abandoning his fury and the battle, Daemyn ran off towards M.A., yelping like a little kid would to an adult after some trouble.

"Dae -- Oh, shoot," the brunette gasped, noticing the growing heat not far from her even before the pup had reached her. She involuntarily stepped backwards. "We gotta stop that before it spreads. . . Bu-but how?"

Meanwhile, Ulani had already fluttered off towards Sting and the Scyther, sensing that something was wrong. There was a sense of confusion, of gnawing uncertainty in the air -- the battle was over and her friend had won, of course, but what was going on now? What was the Scyther saying to him? The little blue Swablu was determined to find out.

As she flew closer and closer, she distinguished the Scyther's words. "--think you need trainers. . ."

She stopped then, coincidentally hovering just inches behind Sting's head as he turned to look at Ky. The rest of the Scyther's little speech enfuriated her, and with a sudden flare of temper, the bird swooped in and began to hammer the defeated Bug's head with her beak. Don't kick 'em while their down, etc. etc. . . She didn't care for any of that right now. This guy was so full of it! "What - non -sense - are - you - spurting - out - now - you - terrible - little - termite?" she said between pecks. After dealing out some considerable damage, she turned to Sting, her eyes still flaming. "And what's this? You're starting to believe him, aren't you? Go ahead and doubt Ky, if you want. Forget everything I'm sure he's done for you. Everything he's done to help you get stronger, all that training and care. Forget about that friendship. Yeah, sure, you might be able to get strong on your own, but it's gonna be one effin' lonely, empty road, buddy. What're you fighting for alone, huh? Look at this Scyther guy; what's he fighting for, what's the point? I don't know about you, but my trainer's my partner and companion in battles; she keeps an eye out for me, she's there for me, she's supporting me. We work together. She gives me the heart to keep going, the confidence to do things I would've never figured I could do. So what about you and Ky?" This furious ranting seemed odd from the usually passive, sweet Ulani, but she was just that indignant at the whole enchilada.

Ky's head zipped around as soon as he felt the flames shoot by. "What the... oh s**t!" was his response as he noticed the danger. Ky began to panic a bit. "Gah! I don't know what to do. I don't have any water Pokemon," he said. Then, he began to think for a while. "Bugsy has to have fire-challengers come every once in a while, right? And there's got to be some way to stop it if a fire breaks loose on accident..." Ky then searched the ceiling and found what he needed. A sprinkler. It hadn't gone of yet, but it did seem that the fire wasn't big enough yet to set the sensor off. Ky then looked towards Daemyn. "M.A.! Tell Daemyn to shoot an Ember to set off the sprinkler up there! Be careful not to melt it though!" he said as he pointed upwards.

Sting meanwhile, paid no attention to the flames. Instead, he listened to Ulani, word for word (the Scyther was knocked out cold by the way). He was caught off guard a bit with her advice, and it made him angry that the bird felt the need to speak up. When he spoke though, he kept himself calm. Ulani was speaking from the heart, and Sting could understand that.

"Birdy, don't worry. I won't leave Ky. I wasn't even planning on it. The way I see it, I owe Ky a lot, and you don't need to lecture me on it. I'm not stupid. Ky and Little Guy are my team, my comrades, and I have to hold to that. Sure, maybe this bug guy got to me. So what? I can't relate to him, and being who I am, I'll just forget what he said by tomorrow. And about Ky, how can I not doubt Ky? He's only human and I'm only me. You know what drives me to win? Doubt. If I can't prove to Ky that I'm stronger than he thinks I am, how can I grow? What I'm sayin' is, I expect the same from him, so... just back off birdy, and go do something about that fire will ya? I don't really like fire..." After Sting's little speech, he removed his stinger from the Scyther's back. "This guy needs to go to the Pokemon Center, pronto," he buzzed.

After tumbling over and over in the dirt, Little Guy was a bit dazed to say the least. Feeling quite helpless, he just watched as the events around him unfolded, unsure of what to do. Meanwhile, the fire continued to burn, consuming more and more of the tree it had been started on.

Honestly, Ulani might be bipolar. One minute, she had taken up an assumption that set her off like a firecracker; the next, after Sting's little speech, she was quite reassured and the irrepressible little Swablu was as satisfied as ever. Floating off the Scyther's head oh-so-casually, she headed back to Mary-Anne, sticking her little pink tongue out at Sting as she passed by. "Remeeeembeer, we have a battle to make up too~ Try having this little 'birdy' back off then," she called out cheekily.

"Ri-right!" It was evident that M.A. wasn't much of a leader; the fifteen-year-old didn't have the quick thinking and self-assurance that it required. But heck, at least she could do what she was told to.

Daemyn was already a step ahead of her, however. He had heard what Ky said, and although he had no idea what these 'sprinklers' things were, Ky's tone sounded like he knew how to stop the fire. So the pup glanced up, squinting distastefully past the ceiling lights before he could pinpoint the location of the little black circle perfectly. Don't melt it, the boy had said. Alright, then. . . The pup gathered a small fireball within his jaws before setting it forward with surprisingly near-perfect control. The flames died out just an inch before they collided into the metal sensors -- exactly what the Houndour had hoped for. And nearly instantenously, all the rows of sprinklers in the gym burst into action, letting loose cone-shaped rainfalls of droplets.

The fire was history in half a minute, leaving only smoldering, black branches in that one tree. The whole building and everything/everyone in it was thoroughly drenched; only when puddles began to form on the arena floor did the sprinklers halt. Daemyn was shivering madly now, eying the sprinklers with such an apparent sense of injustice that nearly made his trainer giggle. Instead, she pulled him over and grabbed a semi-dry shirt from her bag, wrapping him in it and holding him close to her chest. M.A. found herself at quite a loss of words.

Naturally, she was relieved, but another thought struck her -- what would Bugsy say when he came back and saw this mess?

Ulani's quirky habit of cleaning had already possessed her, and she was polishing the floor where the ashes had fallen. Although the bird was soaked herself, surprisingly enough, her cottony wings did not cling to itself -- well, then again, if they did, wild Swablu would have trouble flying during storms.

"Ky. . . maybe we oughta get that Scyther some help," she gestured to the fallen Bug, "and maybe find something to clean this place up a bit."

Suddenly, the doors of the Gym fling open, to reveal a rather small purple haired boy in pajamas accompanied by a rather large and intimidating Scyther, clearly not the same one he used for challenges. He looked cross, and not the least bit sleepy. "Who has trespassed on my Gym territory?" He shouted, surprisingly authoritative for a pre-teen. "I'll have you know that breaking into a sanctioned building is felo-AGH! My Gym!" It was then that the boy realized the actual state of things. "Why was there fire?!" Bugsy practically thrust his hands onto his hips, glaring at the two 'burglars.'

"You had better start explaining before I have you arrested!" He shouted, not amused or happy in the slightest.

Not expecting the little insect to be so strong, the Arbok had let its guard down, causing the Crunch to do more damage than it would have liked. Letting out an aggravated cry, a ball of steaming muck and sludge rocketed from the creature's gullet; a Sludge Bomb, aimed at the antagonizing Vibrava.

P.B., don't worry about the Sonic Boom, just Bulk Up in case of another attack. Thankfully at this particular Pokemon's level, the definite damage of the attack would be barely noticeable. The recent refill from that Rhyhorn had put him at near optimal strength. Not to mention, Grass Pokemon had a natural resistance to Electric attacks, so there really was nothing to worry about.

Right away Master! Curtly replied the Breloom, drawing in a breath and exhaling sharply. Tensing the muscles all over his body, Portabello could feel the grassy fibers covering him weave together, strengthening his Defensive capabilities. As he flexed more, his arms and legs began to tighten, feeling more mobile, more powerful. The added stats felt good, and would give his next attacks more punch.