[attr="class","spiral"]Slateport is . . . big. Much bigger than Fallarbor, or Verdanturf, or Rustboro. Much bigger than even Birdie's hometown of Sootopolis. Upon arriving it takes her only an hour to make her first wrong turn and only a few hours after that to find herself almost hopelessly lost in the city's upper district. On the upside? There are worse places to be lost in.
Usually a person is fearful when they find themselves directionless in foreign territory, but there was just so much to do in this
particular territory that Birdie's wonder distracted her from any worries. A museum, beautiful parks, even a mall; she was given something to "ooh" and "aah" at every second one after the other. The latest (and perhaps most exciting) of these somethings was a bustling space around a fountain. Battles litter the area, though none with as much attention as the one right in front of the center fountain.
Curious, Birdie makes her way up to the crowd and, upon realizing she can't see a damn thing, through it. Her little 5'2" frame squeezes between people and even (embarrassingly) through a few legs until she can get a proper look at the event. It's beyond her, even once she's got her look, but it's amazing nonetheless. Four pokemon obviously stronger than anything she has going at it; and one trainer obviously superior. It ends in jut a few moments but they're moments unlike any she's seen in person.
It fires her up, and as the winner leaves to a mix of cheers and disappointed jeers she finds herself wanting to emulate what she saw.
Maybe she isn't quite ready for this, actually. In the spot where the veteran trainers had been battling earlier Birdie struggles to stay afloat against another young trainer. Drifter and Bubbie stand looking winded against her opponent's Zigzagoon and Meditite. By the time a certain stranger sits down to enjoy a hot dog it's obvious to any onlookers (were there any onlookers for such an amateur match) that there's not much time left for Birdie to make a comeback.
"Uh, guys, get in there!" she's thoroughly flustered. A small notebook in her right hand with her Pokemon's abilities and general battle plans scrawled in it is clutched too tightly in her sweaty grasp, and her mind is too frazzled to use the information it holds. A desperate call for some kind of action is met by both of her Pokemon, but quickly goes wrong.
As Bubbie moves forward on his insect legs he's cut off by Drifter. Not just cut off, beat back. A
WING ATTACK better saved for an opponent is fired off by the Murkrow towards his ally before he takes off towards the Meditite. Having secured the one on one he wanted he attempts to bring one shadowy talon around for a
FEINT ATTACK. The Meditite throws out an arm and intentionally takes the hit.
"Counter!" the other trainer shouts and Meditite answers. Channeling the pain from its injured arm into its opposite palm it makes one strong
thrust towards Drifter's feathery chest.
The counter-attack catches the Murkrow as it's gloating and he falls to the ground, unconscious. Meanwhile the Zigzagoon has rapidly closed the space between itself and a still reeling Bubbie. It hits the Dewpider with one good
HEADBUTT and he, too, is down for the count.
"Dammit!" Birdie curses under her breath as both of her pokemon hit the pavement,
"Fuck!" her notebook joins them when she spikes it to the ground.
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"lame..." and that was his third battle for him outside of the mall. mateo would return milotic to their respective ball. with sceptile remaining at his side, he'd look off elsewhere as the crowd cheered and roared with excitement. mateo didn't exactly feel the excitement he had once before when it came to battling, but the crowd had all the excitement that he had been missing.
well that was a bit much. shocked hues watched the battle scene that unfolded. the girl in question caused the duo to stare. their meal paused at the entrance of their maw. it wasn't exactly his problem, but the memory of her battle continued to replay within the back of his mind.
