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Freth and Tyrogue continued on; the Tyrogue dripping wet from his encounter. "So, not so tough as you thought huh?"

"TY-ROGUE!"

"Shut up? Why? You tried to show yourself all big and bad, and at the same time, despite having the means to actually dealing damage to a Frillish, you let your pride get the better of you and she schooled you! Just HOW did you get by in that blasted mall I found you in?" Tyrogue just crossed its arms and turned its head away from Freth, not giving an answer.

".....hmm..." Freth started to stare curiously at the Tyrogue, wondering what was this Tyrogue's deal. It would have to come in time...

As the two continued to explore the flooded areas, they heard the bubbling oozing of something nearby. Around a corner of some machinery, a Grimer came out, but something was interesting to note...this...didn't look like normal Grimer. Was it something that the reactor did to the Grimer over time...or maybe... "An Alolan variant?" Freth asked, genuinely curious. She wouldn't put it past it considering that her significant other got his hands on a icy Vulpix of all things. Though that being said, getting a Grimer wasn't exactly enticing to get. Regardless, however, Tyrogue without a command being given started marching in front.

"Uh, you...really want to fight that thing? After your 'stellar' performance with that Frillish a little bit ago?" Freth asked.

"ROGUE TYROGUE!"

Freth leaned up against machinery crossing her arms. "You got experience fighting Gri-ugh...Alright, don't come crying to me." Freth said, about to wait on the ensuing humiliation to begin.

"TYYYROOOGUE!" The Tyrogue rushes in, leaping in with a High Jump Kick and actually landed his mark, but then something Freth found hysterical. Tyrogue got stuck in Grimer's sludgy body.

"GRRIMERRRR! GRRRIMEERR!" The Grimer started to panic, more than what Freth would of thought one would have done. Checking with her SNAG, she found out why. "Huh...Alolan variants are part Dark type, so that did pretty much hurt." Freth then looked back at the Grimer and Tyrogue as the Poison and Dark typed flailed and ran about, desperate to get Tyrogue...well...out of him.

"ROOOGUE!"

"You know, I got to record this..." she said, switching the SNAG to a camera function. It was perhaps mean as hell, she knew, but it was all part of the proverbial long game in getting Tyrogue's act straight.

As Freth recorded, Tyrogue got absorbed into the Grimer's body, body and all. Tyrogue punched and kicked from within for the better part of a few seconds before Grimer spat up the Tyrogue onto the ground. Tyrogue looked traumatized for a moment as patches of sludge started to slink off of Tyrogue's body. "Oh, guess what, Tyrogue, looks like a bath is in your future." It snapped Tyrogue out of the trance, infuriating the little fighter type. The Tyrogue then rushed in then went low with its Low Kick attack, making the Grimer yelp. The Grimer, however, had enough, reared back and socked the Tyrogue right into the ground with its Pound attack, leaving Tyrogue with the look of its face as if to ask 'what just hit me'? In the meantime, the Grimer scooted itself away from the battlefield.

"I thought you had experience fighting Grimer?"

Another growl came from the kid fighter type.

Battles - 2

After moving about some machinery, the two circled around along the side of where the waters met the floor as if an artificial beach. As the two walked along, something caught the attention of both Freth and Tyrogue. A frillish, only blue in color this time and the tentacles without feather-like frills. "Huh, first the female, now the male." Freth said. "So, want to go face first into that again, Tyrogue?"

Yes, the Tyrogue was, though to merely show that it can actually stand up to the likes to a Frillish. "Tyrogue rogue!" Freth could only roll her eyes at this point. She couldn't believe how stubborn this Tyrogue was being. She just stood behind as she crossed her arms and waited.

The Frillish took notice to Tyrogue; the fighter type yelling at it, challenging the blue jellyfish to a fight. The Frillish didn't even seem all that interested Tyrogue at all. Tyrogue focused on the Frillish, leading off its attack with Foresight. Freth stood there, watching, humored that Tyrogue finally lead off with that as opposed to last time. Frillish wouldn't allow Tyrogue to go beyond that. The Frillish unleashed a powerful, foamy water attack, a Brine, which blasted the Tyrogue away for a bit. And with the damage that the Tyrogue took in the prior two fights made this Brine attack even worse. Tyrogue was having a considerable amount of trouble getting up now. The Frillish then had its eyes trained on Freth.

"Hey, I'm just watching." Freth said, raising her hands up. "You know, little guy a little too full of himself. You know. Kids."

"ROGUE!"

"Shut up."

The Frillish then turned back around into the waters and went on about its business. Freth then looked down at the Tyrogue then knelt over. "So, you done?"

"Rrrrrrr..."

"I didn't quite hear that."

"Ty-rogue..."

Freth picked Tyrogue up off the ground and carried him off. Good news was that she didn't need to use a Revive. However, the Hyper Potion she bought just before she went on this excursion was going to get used, and pretty quickly. Then again, she expected it to happen this way."

Heading into the area properly after collecting his soil sample, Wren found himself standing before a muscle-bound Pokemon wielding a four by four. "Huh..." He was going to ignore the Timburr and simply move on in search of something else to potentially train against while researching the area. Unfortunately, Timburr had other plans. When it spotted them, it struck the ground with it's lumber and knocked a large stone from the earth before swinging again while the stone was upended. The second hit sent it flying toward Wren and Anemone via Rock Throw.

"Anemone!" Wren exclaimed, jumping in front of the bee and conjuring a thicket of wild vines to block the large stone. "We need to teach this one a lesson on leaving things be." He told his partner. "Use Air Cutter." He directed. Anemone nodded and beat her wings furiously, sending a wave of blades forged from the air itself at the Fighting-type. Timburr blocked the attack with it's 4x4 only for the board to be sliced right through by the attack.

"Burr?!" It cried out in alarm, followed by flat anger at Anemone for ruining it's board. Drawing a fist back, a raging light began to coalesce around the fist.

"That's Focus Punch! You need to interrupt it's focus, Anemone! Use Air Cutter again!" Wren called out, recognizing the attack coming their way. Anemone duplicated her previous attack as instructed and watched as Timburr completely failed to evade the move, as focused as it was on it's upcoming punch. The attack did, indeed, break it's focus, the energy remaining from the focus was enough to let it use Dynamic Punch. Unfortunately, it was a highly inaccurate attack and the wild swing wasn't able to make contact. "Anemone, use Bug Bite!"

Anemone nodded and stabbed the Fighting-type with her energy-forged proboscis right in the arm. Snapping it's arm back and glaring at Anemone, the Muscular Pokemon waved a hand at her dismissively before walking away, deciding it wasn't worth it to battle without it's lumber any longer.


[Experience Gained: IIIII-------------------- 5.4]

[Main Area]

Aile would arrive and look at the area, tilting her head. "Huh. Looks interesting. Hm." She'd grab out one of her Pokballs and stare at it for a moment before bringing out another. "Well, as long as the stakes are lower, might as well finally get someone used to his abilities." The trainer would throw two Pokéballs out, revealing both her Flygon, Tatooine, and her little Gible, Rancor. "Hey, Tati- Tatooine," she sighed, noting the Flygon's reaction to the itty bitty shark dragon. "Calm down. He's not replacing you. In fact, he'll need you as a mentor. You're going to help him learn some abilities."

"Gon." The sand dragon sniffed and turned her head, looking rather grumpy and disdainful towards the Gible, who was looking around rather hungrily.

"Gib." The little Gible would waddle over to Tatooine finally, staring at her tail long and hard. "Giiiiiib..." His jaw would start to open wide, like he was about to chomp down on it, before he was distracted by a rummaging sound his trainer was making. "Gib?"

Aile was digging through a backpack she was carrying, opening up an insulated bag and pulling out a drumstick of some sort. "Rancor, no. You can eat this, not Tati's tail."

"Gib!" The little, bright blue creature would rush over and chomp down on the hunk of leg meat, refusing to let go.

"Ah..." Aile would pull the bone upwards, dragging Rancor along with it. "Right.... Tati, let's go. Any longer, and rancor might realize what's in the backpack..." Tati would stare at her tail for a moment before looking up at Rancor in bewilderment, following her trainer as they entered the research facility.

"Another one?!" Ulla shouted as an angry Charjabug was chasing after them. The Charjabug used Electroweb to stop them from running as it then used Discharge. It shocked both Ulla and Comfey as they had some soot on there bodies. "Grass Knot then use Vine Whip!" She shouted as vines came from under the the bug as it trapped it. Comfey then used Vine Whip to launch it away from them as far as possible. Ulla sighed of relief as she grabbed Comfey. "C'mon. I'm not sure what everyone else rank is. But lets keep looking."

Ulla's luck was not the best this time around as she was ready to give up. She looked at Comfey who was trying to cheer her up. Her head was down as she then heard a cute soft voice in the water. She looked towards the water "...Is that..." once she was able to distinguish what it was. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "It's a Pichu!" She shouted as it was a small Pichu surfing. "Comfey go for it! Vine Whip." Comfey cheered happily as it went over to the Pichu. Both of them cheered until Comfey slapped it with Vine Whip as it knocked into the water. The Pichu popped it's head out of the water as it started screaming as it was using Disarming Voice.

Ulla and Comfey covered their ears. "Vine Whip again!" She shouted as Comfey this time used Vine Whip to pick up the Pichu to trap it. The Comfey squeezed the Pichu as it was struggling to break free. "It's time! Go Pokeball!" Ulla threw a Safari Ball at the Pichu.

It was another Timburr Wren next encountered. Or maybe it was the same one? This one had a 4x4, though so if it was the same one, it had found a replacement since their last encounter. "Anemone, use Air Cutter!" Wren instructed. Anemone did as she was bidden, a series of bladed gusts slicing into Timburr only a moment later as the Tiny Bee Pokemon's skull with the move improved still further. The Fighting-type cocked it's head and spit on the ground in a show of defiance against defeat before it lunged at Anemone and swung it's weapon at her with far more grace than the last one had, using Chip Away to whittle down the Bug's stamina. What it had left of it, at least.

"String Shot!" Wren ordered. Anemone nodded and spit silken threads at Timburr, catching it's weapon and fighting against the Muscular Pokemon's movements. "Now stick it to the wall!" Wren directed. Anemone once again followed Wren's orders, spinning Timburr around and flinging it toward the nearest wall, where she proceeded to bury it's 4x4 in a thick layer of silk.

"Burr?!" Timburr cried out as it realized it had been disarmed. Just as the last one had, it seemed the fight not worth it's effort without it's weapon and hose to walk away.


[Experience Gained: IIIIIIII----------------- 8.4]