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"Ducks? I don't believe so..."
Garriot's eyes narrowed when his opponent called for a Swords Dance. Under most circumstances that was an excellent starting move, but now? It was true that the sleep powder had a few seconds until it reached the Sneazel, but what good would extra power do if the pokemon was asleep? It seemed like the mistake of a rookie who had had success with this tactic in the past without thinking of its weaknesses. Unless...did he intend to boost his strength enough to launch a counter to the sleep powder? Garriot's mind cycled through the moves that might neutralize his Venomoth's attack. Sneazel was rather poorly equipped in this regard...maybe if it knew Icy Wind it could cut through the cloud? But that wasn't a physical attack, the Swords Dance wouldn't help that...

The sleep powder descended unimpeded, and the Sneazel staggered for a bit before submitting to slumber's sweet embrace. Well, it seems that was the extent of the strangely named challenger's power-hm? He wasn't upset by this development? But Sneazel didn't have resistance to sleep powder, in a few seconds it would be called as unable to battle by the referee...

"Sleep Talk!" So that was the challenger's aim. Sleep Talk was indeed a useful move, but Garriot didn't think that most rookies went out of their way to teach their pokemon such mundane TMs. Did this boy have a teacher?

As soon as Sneazel rose from its sleeping position, Venomoth started darting through the air unpredictably. Best not to make itself an easy target. However, in a nearly instantaneous show of speed Sneazel shot through the air and landed a solid hit on Venomoth, making it swerve upward before regaining control of its motion. Another TM? This boy's preparation far exceeded that of most rookies.

It was no matter. Now that Sneazel was reduced to sleep talking, its trainer could only rely on luck to deflect Venomoth's attacks. And even if luck was on their side, they'd already shown that there was at least one type of attack they were incapable of blocking.

"Combo one." Venomoth rapidly flapped its wings, this time generating a large cloud of stun soires. Next it would use gust to spread it all over the field...
The referee raised a flag, and before tension could mount in the air he waved it downward. "Begin!" he said.

In a blur of speed Venomoth shot two stories into the air. Many of Garriot's matches ended without his opponent even getting close to his Pokémon. This was twice-likely for this new trainer, since his pokemon were outmatched in every way.

"Combo 2," Garriot said. In response Venomoth flapped its wings ever faster, and in a few seconds had conjured a thick cloud of sleep powder beneath it. But instead of just leaving it at that, it spun while using a gust attack, sending the sleep powder descending in all directions over the entire arena. How would this challenger avoid this?
Seeing the challenger, a trio of pokemon that were flitting through the trees descended. A Shedinja, Misdreavous and Venomoth took a hovering position beside the gym leader Garriot, the Venomoth's wings flapping so quickly they were kicking up a considerable amount of dust. All three pokemon had a determined look in their eyes, the kind that never yielded even after a thousand battles.

Garriot slowly uncrossed his legs, then rose. he brushed the collected dust off his pants and gave an earnest smile.

"Welcome, challenger. Let's have a good battle."

Following the boy challenger's proclamation for battle, the training and chatter around the gym ceased, as was protocol. An old man with long white hair approached the side of the battlefield, ready to officiate.

Garriot looked over his opponent. He liked the boy's fashion sense. Furthermore, it seemed that he was one who let a pokemon of his stay outside of its pokeball. This made Garriot's smile widen. They were of one mind in that regard,. Apart from for resting, he could hardly remember the last time he'd kept his pokemon in their balls.

The boy seemed excited. Garriot himself wasn't very excitable, but he appreciated the enthusiasm. He was probably an upstart, just starting out and not yet used to disappointment. Garriot was far too used to that feeling himself. He'd hate to give the boy his first taste of defeat, but it was unavoidable. Garriot himself didn't mind going easy on his opponents, but his Venomoth would never let him hear the end of it.

"Now then, let's have a 2 on 2 battle. For the first round, I choose my Venomoth." The bug pokemon moved to the inside of the field. "choose your first pokemon, then we will begin.
It was a dome. A large white building, barren on the outside, save for the words “Cascadia City Gym” in large sappire lettering and the gym’s insignia: a silk-woven egg. The large double door entrance was flung wide open, revealing the bountiful interior.

A veritable forest, dozens of trees taking root and reaching towards the top of the four story dome. Trainers from children to adults were going about their business; feeding or grooming their pokemon, practicing their tactics or teaching moves, even battling. The center of the room was barren; tightly packed earth with white lines plastered over it in the shape of an official league battlefield. Sitting criss-cross on the side of the field farthest from the door was none other than the gym leader himself.

He was a young adult, aged 24. His hair was red and combed into a curved flourish that one might call a stylish cow-lick. his eyes were blue and his face plain and unblemished. he wore a red short-sleeve shirt and blue jeans. He was currently breathing deeply, his eyes idly wandering from one person or pokemon to another. But what was this? A new figure had appeared in the doorway.
Alright, let's get this started.
Sorry it took so long to respond to your post. I thought I had checked fairly regularly, but you must have posted it a bit before I went to sleep. In any case, hopefully we can start making progress again.
Umi wrapped bandages around her arms while considering. This girl was surprisingly blunt (though perhaps not as blunt as Umi had just been). He hadn't said 10 sentences to her, yet she was already inviting him to stay with her? Umi had to admit, the offer was appealing; he didn't want to spend any more time looking for shelter than he had to. He probably should be more worried about imposing, but at this point he just didn't care.

"A kind offer. It would be rude of me to turn it down. You have my thanks."
Let's pick up where we left off.
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