"We'll just need to beat it up, right? Is that what you're saying?"

The question wasn't necessary, but Priam wasn't much of a thinker anyways. Anything that goes straight to the point was more than obliged. Beating around the bush only made things unnecessarily complicated and gets the explanation long and boring, and Priam didn't have much attention span to keep himself interested after thirty minutes or so. There was only so much information you can try and cram in his head, and he'd rather have the space reserved for the information that mattered.

"Big boy over here can do that job just fine!" The grin was a quick one-eighty turn from his earlier impatient attitude. Arms resting on his hips, he followed his claim with his own credentials. "Laurence can vouch for me to make things quick and easy."

He had only seen his Gabite and his Espeon, one of which can cause serious damage to a fellow Dragon-type while the other can support from the back lines with long ranged attacks and supportive moves. Besides, should things come to worse, Priam still has his Shroomish with him. A long drawn out battle can be ended sooner with a status abnormality from what he knows.

"An extermination job should be simple and straightforward enough," he remarked, grin facing the older male. "Lead the way, boss!"

"Just that they think it's made its nest right around here." It was an estimate at best, especially since the people of the rural village did not seem too keen on following the rampaging beast all the way to its home as weak as their Pokemon were. "They couldn't get an exact location, but we should be able to find it. They also said it doesn't attack around this time, so it's probably here."

The sun was right overhead. Morning made it easier to see and act, and it was a time where they still got the energy for the day. Night was indeed the worst time any rampaging Pokemon could attack, especially if a run-down village without much resources was the victim to such misfortunes. Factors such as these would have made Priam more considerate when dealing with the beast, had he not been hell-bent on fighting it.

"We just need to beat it up!" he'd announce proudly. "Need to make it understand we mean business! Everything will be nice and happy afterwards and we don't ever need to return here ever again. At least, that's what those important looking people told me."

The sounds of the Drampa got louder as they neared it, and eventually, the white figure of the Dragon-type was visible. They were still a few distances away, enough to not get spotted by the wild Pokemon. It seemed content on being on its lonesome from what Priam could tell though, as it heaved heavily and lashed about randomly.

"Wanna make the first move, or should I?" he'd ask, voices hushed. He pulled out his Gabite's Pokeball, trusting his own Dragon-type to pull its own weight should push come to shove.

"...an inch of its life? Wow, you're fucking brutal, mister." The smirk on his face would tell Lars that Priam was being cheeky with his words. "I meant knocking it out and not actually exterminating it, but we can do that if you want."

Priam would start getting an inventory of his Pokeballs, looking for one particular member of his team, when Lars' words interrupted him. He'd give him a shrug and a smile, one that would suggest that he had no hard feelings over what incident the other had referenced. "No big deal. It didn't affect my cut of the pay anyways." Is this guilt tripping? Priam wasn't sure, but he felt like he was being made to feel bad for being petty and feeling upset for having the main role retracted from him.

"Don't feel bad about last time. There'll be, like, little to no action happening today."

He'd finally pick out his Shroomish' Pokeball. The small Grass-type came out of the capsule, it's emotionless face contrasting its excited nature, evident by its shaking. Holding the Pokemon up close to his face with his hands on its cheeks, he'd give the Shroomish its instruction. "You're going to have to use Spore."

With the Marshtomp focusing on the flames, it made the throw an easy one for Priam to make. Tossing the Shroomish into the fray, the Grass-type would release its spores all over. The dragon's attention went to the Marshtomp, who seemed to be the bigger threat than the Shroomish and for extinguishing the flames. It didn't even notice the sleep-inducing move from its state of rage until it was too late for it.

"We can beat it to an inch of its life now if you want."

He wasn't sure if he was saying the truth of if he was just underestimating potency of his Shroomish's move. It just needed time to take effect, he believed. Priam was told he was going to have the lead, but Lars ends up telling instructions to Priam once more. Hypocrite, he judges him. In any case, he complies begrudgingly.

"Safe? Don't worry, I'll make it safe."

He releases two other Pokemon to match Lars' Pokemon: his Espeon and his Gabite. The two Pokemon stare up the giant Dragon from below, glaring at it with eyes full of determination. They know what they're called by their trainer for.

"Trap it."

A sandstorm envelops the entire area all of the sudden, combating the twisters formed by the Drampa. Winds wouldn't have made much of a difference normally, but Helping Hand from the Espeon helps the Gabite's attack get stronger. The sands would eventually encase the Drampa, transitioning from Sandstorm to Sand Tomb. The Espeon, too, would assist with Psychic, effectively immobilizing the Dragon-type as the earlier Spore takes effect.

"And Shroomish," he calls for the Grass-type by his feet. "Spore."

He holds the collar of his shirt towards his nose, signalling the Shroomish to go all out with the next attack. A cloud of Spore covers the area in one big release, intermixing with the sand particles and being proliferated by the winds. It saps the Shroomish of its strength, but it doesn't need to do any more than that. Sandstorm winds keeps the spore within the area around them, practically trapping the wild Pokemon in a vacuum with the sleep-inducing powder.

"Nice! Just need to take it way away from here and we can get our bread."

The capture of the Drampa meant mission success for the most part. What follows next is to make sure it doesn't terrorize the town on the next occasion that it wakes up. The job was done, and with Lars taking care of the next part, Priam has nothing else to do before he can receive his reward. It brought any transgressions he had away from his thoughts.

"You got it, right?" he reaffirms. "I'll go ahead and give the old man the news!"

Priam starts walking away, too excited on the prospect of earning his keep.