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Tristen would watch Matteo’s Buizel engage with the Wiglett, trying to see how convergent this thing was compared to a Diglett, and truthfully? There didn’t seem to be too much. Though honestly, perhaps considering that this was between two water types probably didn’t help a whole lot. Either way, Matteo and Buizel was well into this battle and they came out victorious against the wild Wigglet.

As Tristen watched Matteo take care of his Buizel post the fight, he listened to the Growlithe hybrid and thought for a second. Truthfully, he didn’t really have any intention on training any more of his, especially after evolving two of his Pokémon just yesterday. On second thought, however, Rookidee could maybe stand to do a couple of battles. It was probably still going to be a while before the bird would evolve for any reason, unlike the two yesterday who had been putting in effort for a little while at least. But it’d be progress with the tiny bird. “I suppose I could give it a shot.” He said, taking out a Pokeball. “I didn’t get to do a whole lot with Rookidee like I originally wanted to before we got caught up in that trainer battle yesterday. So why not?”

Tristen tossed out the Pokeball and out came the blue and black bird, a shrill harkening to its appearance. “Hey Rookidee.” He said, calling the bird on over to him. The bird would flutter on over to the Manectric hybrid’s shoulder. “We’re going to get some exercise in today. Sound good?” The bird would chirp out a little, good to go. “Okay then, lets see what else is out here.”

Tristen would start going about the beach and something caught his attention, almost near immediately, a bit astonished. “Huh…with Wattrell hanging around here a lot, I’m kind of surprised to see one of those.” Tristen said, pointing over towards another flying type in the area. While he would have otherwise expected a Wingull to be around in places such as this, the Wattrell here seemed to be in much greater numbers, and that was plenty of electricity that a Wingull probably did not want to have any business with. Now that he thought about it…

He then looked elsewhere in the skies. Apparently the Wattrell weren’t around. At least for right now. There wasn’t much electricity in the skies, if any, now that he thought about it. “Well, I guess good as time as any. Want to give that Wingull a try?” Tristen asked the Rookidee. The Rookidee fluttered off his shoulder then started to circle about the Wingull preening itself there upon the beach. Perhaps it was here waiting on the supposed Arrocuda that were supposed to be around here. Whatever it was doing, it was about to get caught up in a Pokémon battle now. The Wingull perked up, staring in confusion as the Rookidee started to make a dive towards the Wingull. “Aerial Ace!” Tristen shouted. The bird would come down and with a rapid strike, land a harsh, passing blow to the Wingull.

The coastal bird would flutter in a near panic as it got hit, then managed to get up in the air, looking at the Rookidee that was picking a fight with it. The Wingull would go off in pursuit, faster than both Rookidee and Tristen initially expected, bolting up towards Rookidee and retaliating with its own Quick Attack. The tiny blue and black bird would start getting pummled, left, right, below, and above in a relentless assault. “Rookidee! Hone Claws!” Tristen would shout over to him. Rookidee could take a little bit of a beating in spite of its stature, prompting Tristen to try to work on a bit of a plan to drop this Wingull. The Rookidee would break away from the Quick Attacking Wingull then start focusing its power, tensing itself up and carefully tracking the opposing Wingull, raising its prowess in battle.

The Wingull would fly around, then open its beak wide, firing a harsh Water Gun spray towards Rookidee. Rookidee would quickly try to evade it, avoiding the initial shot then started to try to move in. The Wingull was relentless, trying to blast the Rookidee out of the air. The bird would start dipping, weaving, and diving, trying to avert the water gun blasts. However, the Wingull would manage to clip the bird with one of the shots. The Rookidee shrilled out as it started to fall for a bit. “Rookidee, hang on!”

The bird would quickly flutter and right itself. “Get back in! Fury Attack!” Tristen shouted. The bird went back on the attack, moving in. The Wingull once again would try to blast the bird out of the air with its water gun attack. The bird would weave about again, trying to avoid the shots as he got ever closer to the antagonized Wingull. The Wingull would go wide-eyed when the bird was finally too close and the bird would start, clawing with its tiny talons and pecking away at the Wingull. Feathers started to fly as the birds clashed and started to tumble out of the air, seemingly on a crash course to the ground.

The Wingull would break away from the attacking Rookidee, trying to flap away as Rookidee tried to keep pursuit. The Wingull would then turn around and then gave hard flap of its wings towards the Rookidee, blades of air firing from the bird. “Rookidee! It’s an Air Cutter! Watch it!” Tristen tried to warn his bird. However, the Rookidee would end up getting caught up the attack, stopping his pursuit. The Wingull would then capitalize on the attack, flying off and gathering power in its wings. A Wing Attack, tried and true. “Rookidee!” The bird managed to look back, seeing the Wingull was now in the one in pursuit then quickly fluttered off trying to avoid the attack. “Dive!” Tristen shouted.

The bird would quickly dip down hard, breaking away from the Wingull’s pursuit, having the coastal bird go over his head. “Rookidee! Power Trip!” Tristen then shouted. Tristen would gather its power together then went back on the pursuit of the Wingull. The Wingull would managed to fly around, trying to get a read on where Rookidee was, but by the time it managed to see it again, the bird was already coming up on him, a dark aura flaring up about the bird. The bird would smash full body into the Wingull with its Power Trip attack, catching the Wingull off guard.

The Wingull would end up falling out of the air and hitting the sands below, knocked out from the harsh Power Trip attack. “There we go! Nice work, Rookidee!” The Rookidee would shrill out once again, proclaiming victory. “Come back down, alright?” he told the bird, calling the bird back on over to him. “Well that wasn’t too bad.” He then told Matteo.

“No Rookidee around here?” Tristen asked. He could have sworn that he’s saw a few…though he does believe the Tinkaton thing, having seen that when he first arrived here. Never mind Leslie’s…temperament for better or for worse. Whenever Rookidee evolves to his final stage, maybe…he needs to make sure the bird steer clear of any known areas with those hammer wielding gremlins. “Huh…well, yea, Power Trip is a bit of a weird move. You need other attacks to make it work well, namely those that boosts your Pokémon’s abilities, like the Hone Claws that I had Rookidee use earlier.” He said as he looked at his Rookidee as it perched on his shoulder and gave it a rub on its head.

Tristen would then follow Matteo down the beach to find another mark for his Buizel to take on until Matteo caught sight to something. Tristen wouldn’t be able to blame Buizel for not seeing much of anything other than a bunch of rocks, Tristen wasn’t even sure what to look for until he got the Buizel to fire his water gun in the formation, making the Nacli come out of hiding. “Oh! So that’s what they look like…” Tristen said. He heard about those Pokémon before, just haven’t seen one first hand as of yet. Tristen watched intently as the Buizel started to fight with the Rock type Pokémon. Tristen was hoping just a little this Nacli would put up a bit more of a fight, just to get an idea of what this thing was capable of, but unfortunately, a cruel reminder instead of type matchups as the Nacli gets hosed down by the Water Gun attack.

Tristen then took notice to something falling though as soon as the battle was effectively over. Tristen was astonished to see a Crabrawler out here, realizing that they too were native to Paldea, but then a realization struck when he saw the crab’s sudden demeanor. “Matteo! Watch it!” He tried to warn the Growlithe hybrid, but the warning would come all too late as Buizel took a harsh blow that could almost rival one of Meinshao’s Reversal attacks. When he realized that Buizel wasn’t getting up from that one, Tristen had to immediately take initiative. “Rookidee!” Tristen shouted. The bird quickly fluttered off the Manectric hybrid’s shoulder and started to bolt for the crab. “Aerial Ace!” Tristen shouted. The bird sped up, blazing a trail as flying type power started to form about it to slam into the crab.

As the bird smashed the crab and flew on by, Rookidee went to veer around for another pass, originally to see if the crab was down, but it still had fight, if only enough to at least make a desperate ploy to toss rocks at the bird. “Rookidee! Watch it!” Tristen shouted to the bird. The bird would weave about in the air, averting the chunk of rock tossed at it. “Hurry, Rookidee! Try Fury Attack!” Tristen then shouted.

With a loud shrill, the bird went on hard pursuit after the crab, diving after it and went in to claw away with its talons and peck away at the Crabrawler.

When the Crabrawler finally went down, Tristen walked forward to take assessment of his Rookidee then down at the Crabrawler. He would look it over, eyes narrowing. He recognized a Reversal attack when he saw one, and he had to agree, there would have been otherwise no way that this fighting crab would have done Buizel in so easily unless... "He was already hurt pretty bad. Look, he's been in a bunch of fights already." Tristen told Matteo. "Buizel got hit with a Reversal attack about as full strength as it gets. Probably getting knocked off the side of the cliff probably didn't help either. I wonder how he got beat up before he took out his anger on Buizel?" He then looked around, not really seeing much of anything that would have put the crab in such a state. Maybe he was in the water? He could only guess...

Rookidee went back to perching on Tristen's shoulder, but then Tristen would carry the Crabrawler out of the way to be left to recover on his own. He then would go back to Matteo to get a brief glimpse of his Buizel before he would carry him back to the Pokemon center, seeing the state the water weasel was in. "Not how I expected that to go..." Tristen said, looking back towards the Crabrawler for a second. "I'll follow you back to the Pokemon Center."

“Yea, probably wouldn’t hurt. Probably my fault too. I just thought if we avoided the water we wouldn’t have that much of an issue, but I didn’t think on the kind of craziness that the other Pokémon around here would have because of that. We can come back here later just to have lunch or whatever and I could try working on my agility after that, but until then, yea, we can go up and see what the swamp might have.” Tristen said.

Tristen would lead Matteo off, taking the path that he took generally and it wasn’t long until he made his way off to the outer marshy area. It was more mud than anything, with pools of water built up, but nothing substantial. Probably from a prior rain, if one had to guess. It was a wonder how a place like this bordered a beach, but that was the way of Paldea, it seemed. It was a perfect place for Tristen to train his Agility, away enough from civilization to try to do so safely and without sparking some sort of electrical fire. In fact, while he wouldn’t bring it up, he found it odd that the two sticks that he planted into the ground as a Point A and Point B to train his Agility at first almost one month ago manage to stay where they were, figuring that either Pokémon or weather would have dislodged them from the muddy ground. He had forgot about them until he noticed them in their walk deeper into the swamp area.

In spite of how open this sort of place was, this place was rife of Pokémon of a good sorts if one got to looking well enough. Matteo might see Stantler grazing on the tall grass at the edge of a receded pool minding its own business. A pack of Paldean Wooper could be seen if gotten closer enough mud bathing and enjoying themselves under the sun. A Croagunk would be caught sleeping under the morning-leading-to-afternoon sun, maybe wanting to keep in late, amongst other things. There were plenty that could put up a fight, and probably then some if one dared to dig deeper. “Well, what do you think?” Tristen asked Matteo.

A Flamigo. He was familiar only in passing. He saw these bird Pokémon early on in his excursion of Paldea, namely around the time he started training the bug Pokémon for Mr. Jacq’s science class. He dared not tried to send a couple of bugs towards that bird’s way, let alone any birds, so he never got to see what these birds were capable of. Barring the blindside out of Matteo, it did come off as a rather rambunctious bird, though admittedly a little surprised to see a Double Kick of all things to be let loose on Buizel. He didn’t think the bird would have been able to do that; not even a Dodrio, a flightless bird, even had anything like that and he would have sooner given that thing credit as opposed to this pink bird.

It was though a bit of a thing though taking note how much this bird was actually pretty boisterous for what it was, effectively embarrassing Buizel, here and there. It honestly started to look a bit dire with how much of a commanding position the bird was. Tristen looked over towards Rookidee, giving him a concerning look that he may need to step in if Buizel couldn’t cut muster on this bird; which unfortunately was starting to look the case with how cocky the Flamigo was. However, Tristen would note that Buizel, like Matteo, too was determined to bring down this bird and put it down a notch or two. Tristen would do as he has done and only come in right at the absolute last second.

It would be fortunate that it wasn’t the case. Tristen had to turn away a second as the white light started to come forth from Buizel but as the light faded, Tristen went from concern to pleasantly surprised. Buizel had pushed through its limits and evolved, finishing off the Flamigo in stellar fashion. “There we go!” Tristen cheered along with Matteo. He would follow Matteo, taking a walking pace as the Growlithe hybrid ran to go scoop up his now Flotzel in a loving embrace. “Congrats, Flotazel. You did great. You both did. Worth the trip all the out here after all, huh?” Rookidee chirped out in celebration as well.

“That’s okay.” Tristen said. “Rookidee is one of my newer adds and its only recently where I have been trying to work with him. So it’ll be a little while before he is probably going to be ready to evolve.” He said reaching up and giving his bird an affectionate scratch around his head. “And Sprigatito is my newest when I came back to Paldea after recovery so it’ll definitely be a while. Nemona might have that kind of battle frenzy, but I don’t. Even Pokémon are going to going to need to catch a break. They’ll evolve in their own time, like I said yesterday. And even so, I got all school year, never mind that I managed to evolve two of them just yesterday. Maybe I’ll get a little training in later, but right now, I just want to try to get progress done with Agility while I still got the opportunity.” Tristen said.