[attr="class","sunshine"]Right, Rowan. To be honest, Ronin sounds cooler; but Plank keeps that to herself.

The hand offered to shake is met with a smile before she slaps her own into it. Her handshake is firm, bordering on overbearing. It's not a competitive thing. Plank just appreciates a good handshake.

"You're not wrong, but maybe ya call me Bonnie for now," she replies, voice in good humor. The disguise she's wearing isn't worth shit if she just goes by her actual name.

"Yeah, yeah, nice t' meet ya. Gonna be nicer t' beat ya," Plank says with a grin like a Sharpedo before letting go of Rowan's hand and walking a few paces away. She bounces in place a few times before pulling out two pokeballs and looking back towards the other Rocket, "Ya good with a two v two?"

[attr="class","sunshine"]"I don't do a lot of assumin', but I've got a good feelin' here," Plank says with a smile.

She gives a low whistle at the sight of Rowan's pokemon. They're not quite what she expected from him. He seems kinda shrimpy, but this is an impressive pair of fighters he's got here. Nothing for her to worry about though. She feels pretty sure of that.

With two flicks of the wrist she lets her own pokeballs fly. A couple of flashes precede the appearance of her Seaking, Princess, and her Gyarados, Grog. They both shake themselves out -- happy to feel the sun on their scales.

Grog takes a moment to scan his eyes over the competition, an INTIMIDATING gaze sizing them up.

"Let's hope ya don't come t' regret that," she replies before nodding at her pokemon, "Let's get it goin'! hunker down and bring the storm!"

Taking advantage of their free turn, her pokemon jump into action. Princess moves towards the right side of the battlefield while Gyarados slips to the other. In preparation for what's to come she braces herself behind a SUBSTITUTE -- her stamina draining away as her scales turn to sequins and her eyes cloud over like a doll's.

Off to the left Gyarados makes to strike. He coils and uncoils himself in fluid movements, building wind that soon builds into a HURRICANE that bursts forth over the battlefield .

[attr="class","sunshine"]Plank has to admit, things look kind of rough. A lot rougher than she expected from her opening moves.

The HURRICANE whips across the battlefield, sparing nothing on the field -- including Princess. The Seaking weathers the blow from behind her SUBSTITUTE decently enough, but when the EARTHQUAKE follows she finds her defense blown to pieces.

Already she breathes notably harder. Can't do that too many more times. Maybe a bit of setup can help turn the tides.

"Let's get the rain up and see if we can't mix 'em up!" she shouts. The Jellicent is already looking a bit scattered, maybe if Princess works some magic they can have the Swampert looking the same.

Princess darts off towards the bunched up opponents, hoping to move in behind the opposing Jellicent to get a clean SUPERSONIC off at the Swampert hiding behind it. At the same time, after shaking off the uncomfortable shivers that accompany the DESTINY BOND tying his soul to his opponent's, Grog begins to rhythmically sway while sliding towards the center of the battleground.

Small wisps of mist coalesce into rain clouds as the RAIN DANCE changes the weather immediately above the fight. Soon a drizzle is wetting the heads of the battling pokemon and turning the sand beneath them into a sticky mess.