Lex had grown to become a regular here, known for her ruthlessness and penchant for ghost-types. The dark, seedy underground I where she belongs when it came to battling. It’s where she started to make a name for herself after the events of the of the Cave of Origin. The Beast wouldn’t make it two feet into a Pokemon Gym without having security called.

She gently swirls a glass of dark amber liquid in the dark corner of one of the bars that line the cage. A security guard leans over to whisper something in her ear. She offers him a curt nod and quickly throws back the last of her whiskey, cringing at the sting of the cheap liquor, “I keep sayin it, you guys need to talk to virgil roach. Your whiskey sucks,” as always, the bartender offers a shrug of condolence. Nothing was ever going to change.

Lex enters the ring, seemingly with no pokemon, just a red head looking like she’s ready to fight. The crowd cheers enthusiastically as the air beside her seems to ripple. A dark mist forms as a Dusknoir peels through the phantom plane and into reality.

“Tch,” She looks over the Heracross with disappointment, “Should be quick,” she waves a hand for the Dusknoir to lurch forward towards the center of the cage.

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“Hm,” she lets a small, amused smile tug at her ruby red lips. Usually she got more push back from her opponents, especially the males. Rarely did that actually agree with her. Then again, most were here to win.

Why was he here then?

Umbra takes the Megahorn dead on, the weight of the Heracross and blow from the attack pushing her back. Her large arms move forward the wraps the bug in a tight hold. She uses the opportunity to FRISK her opponent to make sure he’s not hiding anything.

White hot flames bubble from her massive palms, seeking to bath the Heracross in a burning WILL-O-WISP.

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Will-o-wisp sears into the bug-type’s carapace, leaving large hand prints where the Dusknoir held the Heracross in place. It didn’t seem to happy with being BURNED and retaliates with a well-placed SEISMIC TOSS.

The arena shudder beneath the weight of the Dusknoir. Lex grins, flinching slightly. That must’ve hurt.

Umbra does seem more affected this time, slower the phase out from the Heracross’s grip and turn upright to hover above the beetle. Energy hums around the ghost. A pink light stretches out from it’s core, the same light engulfing the Heracorss. Umbra peers into the future, marking the Heracross for destruction.

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FUTURE SIGHT strikes in 2 turns

The Dusknoir is relatively slow compared to the Heracross. Despite its ghost-typing, Lex always hated slow pokemon. She was fast, and agile and expected the same from her pokemon. Unfortunately, the Dusknoir does not display those abilities, but its bulk make it more of a tank.

Umbra is too slow to avoid the dark-type move. The Throat Chop strikes true, hitting her in the . . well . . . Throat I guess. An agonizing groan rumbles through the arena as she rights herself again after the blow of the attack. There’s a certain fury to seen in her single eye. One that flips a switch, as if now she isn’t messing around. Little too late.

Umbra retaliates by pressing her palms forward, unleashing a massive amount of spectral energy. HEX leeches on to the BURNED victim, seeking out its weakness with intent to exploit it.

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FUTURE SIGHT strikes in 1 turn

And just like that, the match was over. Lex crosses her arms, raising a brow to glare at the man from across the arena. Umbra didn’t even get to tear it apart with FUTURE SIGHT.

Seriously, what was this guy doing here? Any idiot could see the cage wasn’t for the faint of heart.

She only offers a small nod as he passes, rushing for the exit. Amber eyes narrow as he flees. She’d commit his face to memory, suspicious of malintent. Umbra is returned and Lex exits the arena, moving back towards the bar for another glass of terrible whiskey, and perhaps another fight later. Her Blaziken could use a good work out.

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