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This was, in a way, humiliating. To be pressed in with another group of young, up-and-coming League members to be squinted at and dissected for skill. Not only that, but the queen herself was overlooking the practice.[break][break]

Freya had made arrangements to have her name cleared, to allow her back into society as long as she followed direct instruction. But she was restless, feeling like a caged animal, poked and prodded at. There were always eyes, specifically Olivia's, that calculated her every move.[break][break]

No one knew who she was, to be honest, no one cared. But still, she felt uneasy and tense. [break][break]

Today's exercise had the slew of recruits focusing on training dragon-type Pokemon. But, instead of actually pitting Pokemon against each other to better learn - Olivia was demonstrating the abilities her own Pokemon could use. [break][break]

And the words she used were so false, so wrong. Miss Abbiati wasn't here for any of them, she was here to better represent herself as a leader and councilwoman. This was all set in place to help bolster her image. Pathetic.[break][break]

Instead of causing a scene, however, as she had sat there vividly imaging her own Fraxure tearing through that Seadra's defences with her own, more powerful dragon pulse, she'd blink and find herself still as she was. Her arms crossed and expression bored as she listened to the droning noise of excited league members-to-be.

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Emma's eyes don't leave Olivia's frame as she flicks her wrist, announces her next instruction, as she takes a step down from the raised platform to mingle with the commoners - with her.[break][break]

Her arms remain crossed but she begins to slacken as she approaches her with that icy smile. She's a sham, Olivia Abbiati.[break][break]

Of course, perhaps it was coincidence that she had been approached by Miss Abbiati herself, or perhaps she had unconciously wished for it to happen. She hadn't moved an inch from her position. She hadn't paid any attention at all to the young trainers who had nervously approached her stoic frame, only to promptly dip their heads and avoid her entirely. [break][break]

She was a force and everyone was intimidated by her. But was Olivia? She should be.[break][break]

And yet here she was, her fringed friendliness almost cold as she indifferently moves onto the task at hand. The white-haired woman takes up a battling stance across from her, and Emma reaches for her Fraxure's pokeball.[break][break]

Her grip tightens as the capsule splits open, revealing the middle-stage dragon type. The beast bellows, shaking her head and staring down her opponent. There's a hunger in her eyes as she grinds her teeth, the tusk between her teeth jittering with anticipation. The dragon begins by sharpening her tusks on the ground until they gleam, followed by a growl that sounded more like a taunt than a greeting.[break][break]

fraxure used swords dance + taunt!

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Emma feels no need to respond to the woman, she has nothing to add to the flavorless conversation.[break][break]

Fraxure sets her feet, squaring herself as the Seadra falls victim to her taunt. The combination attack is a surprise but she isn't phased. While the dragon pulse splits the hydro pump behind it, Fraxure releases a quick succession of smaller, controlled dragon pulses that shatter the hyrdo pump.[break][break]

While it splashes harmlessly against her skin, the Fraxure closes the distance between her and the Seadra, slamming her tusks down in neat dual chops, side-stepping and balancing herself. She isn't reckless, she's calculated.

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Emma blinks, watching Olivia with reserved irritation as she continues to prod. She's desperate to connect with her in some way, that much is obvious.[break][break]

"And what, pray tell, do you think my standing is?"[break][break]

Her voice is cool, her accent thick, thicker than it normally might be due to her reluctance to engage in idle, fruitless conversation.[break][break]

This woman means nothing to her.[break][break]

Fraxure lands one of her two dual chops, thrown off balance slightly as her tusk cuts through air. She pulls herself back up, taking a step to the side as the Seadra skirts away with her hydro pump. She braces herself as the dragon pulse's burst against her skin. It stings, but she can handle it.[break][break]

"It's amusing to watch you squirm, Olivia."[break][break]

Because, after all, isn't that what she's doing. She's prying and pulling for information, for Emma to open herself up. She's scared, to some extent, of who this woman was standing across from her.[break][break]

Fraxure bellows, pelting the ground again with more dragon pulses. They act like mines, making it difficult for either of them to see. But Fraxure is a hunter, and follows the Seadra's scent to come in close to hopefully land a devastating slash.

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She laughs and it only makes Emma's comment that much stronger. The fact that the woman who exuded such power and confidence would balk at her comment, a comment she had said half-heartedly, merely to gauge a reaction.. it was all the more amusing. Olivia was not nearly as confident as she made herself seem.[break][break]

Emma doesn't reply, instead choosing to let Olivia's moment of arrogance settle, let her drink up her own embarrassment, with how aggressively she had attempted to defend herself. Her insult back at the ex-Rocket only proves that she isn't capable of remaining cool and indifferent in the face of torment.[break][break]

Fraxure recoils at the powerful bouts of dragon pulse that intercept her slash. The pulses slam against her tusks, causing her to gasp in pain as they vibrate painfully in her mouth. She takes a second to recover. Emma doesn't blink, because she knows Fraxure is fine.[break][break]

Another brief swords dance sharpens her tusks even more, makes her physically stronger. She then begins crushing the ground beneath her as she begins an outrage. The ground trembles and breaks, and Emma lifts a finger to brush away a thin line of blood from her cheek as a sharp rock whistles past her face.[break][break]

Typing has never fit into a structure in Emma's methods. She is brutal, she is unstoppable. She comes with a vengeance and she doesn't care the consequences. Fraxure keeps up her outrage, shattering the ground beneath her. It acts like a continuous and dangerously strong torrent of energy as she barrels forward, her body acting like a wrecking ball.

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Emma put on no mysterious silence. There was no acting or playing or any such thing. She merely was a woman of few words, with little desire to use them to further a conversation she has no interest in. Olivia is merely here to educate her, and Emma is here to reluctantly accept lessons she's already taught herself. Emma's soulmate is the mother of dragons, making the beast no stranger to the dangers and whims of a dragon.[break][break]

There is no fury behind her actions against Olivia, no ill intent. Her Fraxure's wild outrage continues in wild aggression merely because that is the nature of her beast. In battle, Fraxure is nothing but a wild animal. Outside of it, the Pokemon is obedient and reserved.[break][break]

It would not come as a surprise that the pair would evolve then. The hydro pump to the face only encourages the female dragon's outrage. She bellows, water spraying from her mouth as she takes another step forward. Light envelopes the Seadra as it does Fraxure. In moments, the pair stand off against one another as Kingdra and Haxorus. She outsizes the sea-dragon immensely, and her steps rattle the ground even more.[break][break]

She breaks through the dragon pulse as her outrage continues. The dragon pulse slams her renewed defences but still she persists. [break][break]

Emma has lifted her eyes to watch Olivia with quiet resolve. Where the white-haired woman has broken her concentration and her stoicism, Emma has not.[break][break]

"I believe you're the one playing the dangerous game, Olivia, not me."[break][break]

Because it was Olivia who had agreed to give her refuge, to give an ex-Rocket beast safety in spite of her crimes. Emma Wolfe was a wanted fugitive of the League. Olivia would be in hot water should anyone find out she was harboring a murderer.

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Olivia commands her Pokemon to stop and retreat. Just as the Kingdra disappears into a beam of light and promptly returned, Emma's Haxorus hesitates. Her claws cleave through nothing because she sits back to observe. Despite their best efforts to paint her as a monster, an uncontrollable beast, neither her nor her master are as such.[break][break]

The red-haired woman watches quietly as Haxorus takes a step back and Olivia announces that training is over. There's no smile on her face despite the fact that she had, in a way, bested the Sootopolis queen. She had abruptly ended the session because she had been intimidated.[break][break]

Haxorus groans as she approaches her master. Emma gives the Pokemon no love, merely brushing the dragon aside as she is also returned to her respective pokeball.[break][break]

Olivia's thinly veiled threat is not missed, but Emma has nothing to say. She is not the one in danger here, because the truth of it was, she was always in danger.