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While the Fire Blast attack made Seth merely smirk, the Hyper Beam attack made Isadora growl in frustration. This was getting tougher and tougher... The Elite had a much better selection to choose from than her as far as Pokemon went... Oh, if only she had more Pokemon!

She thought those words, then her mind turned to the second Pokeball at her side, which held her Meganium. Would he really make a difference here...? It was hard to tell. He did have one attack... No, she would save that for later. She still had more ammunition to dish out from Iditarod.

"Dohn't bahck down. Use Drahgon Puhlse!"

Iditarod bellowed and opened her jaws wide, showing her white fangs. Her claws dug deep into the sandy floor, and a purple-blue translucent flame appeared around her body. It grew in strength and became more vibrant until the Arcanine released it with a roar and sent the pulse right at the wall.

Poor thing... it looked as if it would crumble at any moment from the treatment it was being given any minute.

Isadora stood steady as the Iron Tail hit, but she could not help but wince a little as it impacted. Arceus on high, where was he coming up with such ridiculous moves?! Obviously, he was using more than one Pokemon, that was certain... Isadora just hoped that he would not resort to using that Shadow Lugia just to win in a friendly competition.

...Hah. Friendly. That was a laugh.

"Wehll, wehll," the doctor said with a cocky smile on her face "It seems thaht Little Miss Princehss doehsn't like t' lose... evehn when she's winnin'. Vereh interestin'." She held her chin in thought for a moment, then chuckled and called to Iditarod. "Hohld, girl. Leht Bahsil have a little fuhn."

With that, Isadora reached for the second Pokeball at her disposal and sent out said Meganium, whose eyes lit up at the sight of his human and friend. But now was no time for levity. With a grave look on her face, Isa gave the command.

"Bahsil: chahrge your Solar Beam."

The Meganium did as he was bidden, fully extending his petals to soak up what light he could draw from. Soon, his petals began to shine brighter and brighter...

There came no sounds from the Elite's side of the wall as Basil continued to charge his laser, so to speak. What was he thinking, Isadora wondered... Was he thinking that, since her attacks had ceased, her efforts were spent? Was he waiting for her to make a move? Could it be some other scenario which she could not predict? She would never know unless she acted, and act she would.

After a quick glance to Basil, who had fully charged his beam, Isadora smirked, not without a bit of mirth, and raised her left hand, her forefinger, middle, and thumb pressed tightly against each other. Then she moved her fingers, making a light, snapping noise.

Basil nodded his compliance at the order and directed his glowing neck-petals towards the wall, his eyes now narrowed in concentration. With a roar, the Meganium opened his mouth and unleashed a blinding beam of energy directly towards the wall, making it shake violently on impact. Isadora observed all of this with a smile on her face.

Your move, princess.

Isadora was admittedly very smug and proud of her Meganium's powerful Solar Beam, for even though he wasn't exactly a powerhouse, he indeed had his uses... Apparently, one of those uses included trying to one-up a higher ranked, very cranky man. One takes what one can get.

Said elite's retaliation attack was a very powerful one as well - certainly more powerful than Basil's Solar Beam alone. It shook the walls and the floor, and the sudden impact of it made Isadora nearly stumble and fall to the ground. As she regained her balance, she gave a teasing chuckle. "Wehll, wehll... Sounds lihke someone's ovah-compensatin'..."

She finally got herself to stand upright, and the attack was still being dealt. The doctor lowered her eyes and folded her arms across her chest. After about fifteen seconds of straight assault, some things just got tedious. Her foot tapped impatiently on the ground as the attack finished up, then, when it was over, she sighed exasperatedly.

"Honesleh. How does he ehxpect me t' compete wit' thaht?" She stopped for a moment, then smirked. "Y'know, a real gehntleman would let his oppohnent have an equal artillery to his, buuuut... Somehow, I douhhbt thaht'll hahppen wit' you, hm, princehss?"

There was no more noise from the adjacent room. No more clatter, commotion, din, or ruckus. Silently, Isadora raised an inquisitive eyebrow. After a few hesitant minutes, she sighed heavily and turned to her two Pokemon, who were glancing towards her expectantly. The doctor readjusted her glasses and smiled at her friends. "I cahn't tell if thaht was produhctive or not, but it certaihnly passed the time, mm?" Basil nodded his head enthusiastically and Iditarod barked, her large tail wagging.

Isadora recalled her Pokemon and turned to leave. Before she stepped out of the room, though, she stopped and looked back at the wall that had been so horridly abused over the past few minutes. Her eyes lowered as she bit her right-hand thumb, mimicking a common insulting gesture from the days of Shakespeare in Victorian England - the rough equivalent of the modern-day middle finger. The woman's hands fell to her side as she exited the training rooms and walked back down the hall.

...The day's training wasn't exactly by the book, but it was better than nothing.