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With a spring in his step of his own, Caesar the Wartortle was primed and ready for this battle. His ears twitching in the gusty winds, the turtle used his stumpy legs to close the gap between himself and his opponent. Catching the carefree Spoink by surprise, it's pleasant day was rudely interrupted as the Wartortle made his last bound, jaw becoming ajar and fangs catching the bouncing piglet in a tight, piercing grasp. Sharada's top lip twitched ever so slightly at both the sight and sound. She was used to Pokemon battling by now, she had experienced a lot on her journey. But something she couldn't get used to, was the individual reactions of each and every Pokemon both herself and her team encountered. It was never a pretty thing to see or hear and for Sharada, battling something native to the Hoenn region always felt that bit tougher. But the Spoink was tougher than it first appeared and although it's first attack resulted in nought, it was almost a relief to see it fighting back.

"The Spoink has some fight in it yet." Tenebrae noted, the illusion of a human man stood beside the brunette, folding his arms tightly. Trusting his wild senses, Sharada looked back to the fight, repeating her previous order to Caesar. "We'll see." The second round of the battle began to unfold and with it, Caesar stared his opponent square in the eye. Hopping on the spot, almost as if to unintentionally mimic the Spoink, the Wartortle was keeping on his own toes. In his eyes, the Spoink was a worthy foe, it just seemed a bit nervous, perhaps not used to battling trainers and their trained Pokemon. Especially out in this cliff side route, with how tranquil it was, it seemed unlikely that the area received an awful lot of human traffic. Still, Caesar had his orders and he too, wanted to grow stronger. Not attacking immediately, he instead called out with his battle cry; maybe that would knock some sense into the Spoink and get it to defend itself better.

Jaw ready for the biting, Caesar sunk his teeth into his opponent, weakening it tremendously but not quite finishing it off. Looking somewhat surprised that it was still awake, Sharada widened her eyes slightly, lifting her head to view the battle a bit better. Gathering up the strength, the Spoink retaliated with an attack of it's own this time, striking back with a physical attack, laced with psychic energy. Smirking, Tenebrae took note of Sharada's subtle surprise. "It is still fighting with all it's might. A worthy foe." But for Sharada, something else was plaguing her mind, as a worried expression crossed her face. "But, you can see it, right? It's bouncing is getting weaker." Together, the trio examined the Spoink and ever so slightly, one hop would look weaker than the rest. Tensing up her face, Sharada wore a frown. "Where I'm from, it's said that a Spoink can die if it stops bouncing. That... Is something I couldn't bare to see." "It is far from death. That Spoink has more than enough energy to flee--" Pausing, Tenebrae noticed Sharada begin to rummage around in her bag and with a sudden pull, her gloved hand grasped and pulled out a lone ball.

"It's best to be safe." Sharada cut in, enlarging the ball in her fingers by pressing the central button. Remaining silent, Tenebrae stood, his eyes staring directly at Sharada without any hint of subtly. The Rocket was a difficult one to grasp at times, she would often fight conflicts in her own mind but in terms of a Pokemon's safety, a slither of her gentle personality would often peep through. Looking over his shoulder, Caesar submitted and took a step out of the way as Sharada pulled her arm back and threw forward a Great Ball.

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