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She tilted her head tot eh side when she spotted the pokemon, it was chopping into a rock as if it were practicing something. Isra stood and watched for awhile, simply observing the Gabite as it navigated the area, chopping through rocks and rushing others. Her attention caught, her interest piqued. She released Eirlys. The ice type would make quick work of things.

A sharp whistle caught its attention but would do little good as the blizzard filled the area. The hail would follow soon after and even as the pokemon attempted to rush her Froslass through the storm it wouldn't make it far, or hit its mark. The storm would continue as the pokemon chopped and slashed and sand tombed its way tot hem through it. Isra liked how stubborn the pokemon was.

The storm would fell it however, and the froslass would return to her trilling and leaning on her dress. Isra would lay her hand on the pokemon's head. The other would reach for the pokeball to take the pokemon home.

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