“Work?”

That was the first word that Lars had managed to get out, blinking at the sight of the hammer and the towel. He wasn’t exactly prepared for a… wow. Okay, that was a rather smart idea, to be fair. Looking over at one side of the Gym that was in obvious need of repair, he looked at the hammer before silently gesturing if he should take said hammer.

“So all we have to do is wreck shit?” he clarified, reaching into his overcoat’s pocket, grabbing just the Pokémon he could see in his mind’s eye. Perfect for the wrecking ball job that they were going to do. “How much of the walls are we going to bring down, and—“ he continued, looking around to make sure he had this right.

“…what if the ceiling collapses on us?” he asked, suddenly remembering that when walls came down, whatever roof they were holding up was going to come crashing down as well. “Or are we protected for that?”

Hopefully he would understand his apprehension, and decided to send out his first pick for the day—a loud thudding noise announced the appearance of his Metagross, Ro. The silver hulking beast looked around, before giving Lars this look he knew to be a questioning one.

“I know, Ro. It’s pretty unusual. But we roll with what we have to,” he said, giving one of the massive beast’s hind legs a reassuring pat.