If there was one thing she hated more than living, it was grocery shopping. Eye squinting at the rows of commercialized sugar, the woman gave each brightly colored box a quick look before popping to the next, eventually ending on honey nut cheerios.

A classic.

Just as she reached out to pluck the box off the shelf, an obnoxious, yet familiar, voice shattered her ear drum.

Brows knitted together, the vexed woman threw the box into her basket before pointedly glaring at the man. "You." Her voice was ice, her eye was fire. "Either let me cuff you, or leave me the fuck alone."

Since coming to Hoenn, Soleil had a shorter stock of energy, and an even shorter temper.

"I. Would. Rather. Die."

Dropping the basket to the ground, the woman brought her hands together, cracked both sets of fingers, then jetted off towards the man.

A flash of red poured out from her pocket and Ruff, the lycanroc, leapt out it's ball.

If he allowed her to, she'd go for his ankles, hoping to kick him off balance. If he ran, well, she'd just follow suit.

Years of experience revved to life as Soleil soared across the grocery store, leaping over fixtures and maneuvering around shoppers like they were bright orange obstacle cones, all with Ruff leading the attack.

"OUTTA THE WAY, OUTTA THE WAY."

Loud, venomous barks came out from the dog as they chased after Caspian's tail feathers, closing in at times, and falling back after certain turns.

When their surroundings faded into open space and carless streets, the officer would glance down at her pokemon, a look of determination fresh in her eyes. "Attack," She commanded, and Ruff immediately obeyed.

A white aura fluttered around the pokemon and after a handful of seconds, he pounced forward, allowing the rush of energy to send him flying straight towards Caspian's back. (ACCELEROCK)

Claws met rough, scaly skin. A poor ending to an originally opportune attack.

Both Ruff and Soleil let out an annoyed grunt, as the trainer beckoned her pokemon to retreat.

"Don't it hit you," she roared, taking position to the battle's far right. If he wanted to play with type advantages, than she'd just have to play along. With another flash of red, Hatterene materialized to Ruff's left, allowing the hound to use the fairy type as a shield.

"Use PLAY NICE!" Lips curling into an O, the pokemon began to sing out a catchy tune, swaying itself from right to left. The tune is so good, in fact, that pokemon that listen may grow uninterested with the idea of fighting, and prefer the idea of befriending one another instead.

If this works, Soleil would use it as an opportunity to lunged at Cas again, this time ready to knock him down with her.

With his garchomp properly distracted, Soleil was given free range to go after the bastard head on. Slicking down, the woman flanked him from the side, going in on his lower side, as if to throw him off balance.

They both came toppling down to the floor this way, and what initially started as an unfortunate run-in had now turned into an all-out wrestling match on the outskirts of a grocery market.

Despite the major advantage Caspian's size granted him, Soleil wasn't one to back off from a fight: flexing her muscles, the woman fought for control over him, doing her best to pin him down long enough to cuff him. Unfortunately this was easier said then done, as he was able to flip her onto her back after the third tumble.

"You fucker," She grunted, as she attempted to seize back control over the situation. This, however, all came to a curt pause once she felt a warm presence around her right boob.

Soleil held more than one experience wrestling a much larger man than her. It was part of the job description at this point, so while she did eventually falter to his sheer strength, it only happened after a solid few seconds of wrestling on top the gravel.

Grunting, she felt her back hit the solid ground once more, but like before, Caspian was in the perfect position to....grope her? Soleil's eyes shot open, wide as can be, as she felt his warm claws squeeze her boobs. 

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU," She glowered, rising to her feet with him. But, instead of letting him continue stand, and give out gross apologies, she did what any military dog would: she tackled him back to the ground, this time more determine than ever to lock him down.

"Stay down, mutt," She growled, gritting her teeth as her hands worked at his wrist, bringing them together, inch by inch, until they were in cuffing range.

Click!

She managed to secure the first loop around his right wrist. Swiftly, she moved on to the next, ready to put this terrible grocery trip to an end. That is, until she felt a sudden bump behind her, causing her to fall forward and topple back on top of Caspian.


Click!

"Get the fuck off of me." Pushing off the man, Soleil attempted to return to her feet, but when she did, she felt a bit of resistance on her wrist. "No fucking way..."