Antoine would notice a Swablu flying overhead. The blue, cotton-winged bird seemed to be peaceful enough, as she sang her song through the skies. Antoine couldn't help but take a moment to look up, and smile gently at the avian. The Swablu took notice to the blonde human, but kept on flying through the skies, letting them go undisturbed.

Skipping

As the two were walking, a Hitmonchan stepped into their path. The boxing Pokemon would take up a fighting stance, giving the Gallade a steely gaze.

The Gallade would respond by getting into a fighting stance of his own.

"Calm Mind.", Antoine told his Gallade.

The knightly Pokemon would take a moment to calm and focus himself, in turn fortifying his fighting capabilities. Unfortunately, he was interrupted by the Hitmonchan's Fake Out, which took him out of focus.

"Don't be intimidated. Psycho Cut!", Antoine ordered.

The Hitmonchan managed to strike the Gallade with a quick Feint, before the psychic blades slashed at him. The extra Sharpness of the blades allowed the bladed Pokemon to take out the Hitmonchan in a single strike, the Fighting-type doubling over and fainting.

"Good work. Let's keep going.", Antoine told his Gallade with a smile.

As the two were walking, a Hitmonchan stepped into their path. The boxing Pokemon would take up a fighting stance, giving the Gallade a steely gaze.

A Scraggy would stand in their path. A lizard with a baggy skin that it pulled up, like oversized trousers. Antoine had never encountered the Pokemon before. The strange lizard Pokemon didn't seem like it was going to be backing down. And neither was the bodyguard.

"Psycho Cut!", Antoine ordered the Gallade.

The Gallade would attempt to slash at the Scraggy, only for the attack to do nothing, much to his surprise. In retaliation, the Scraggy would Headbutt the Gallade, sending it staggering back.

Antoine quickly deduced that whatever this thing was, it had the Dark-typing. It was the only way such a Pokemon could be immune to Psycho Cut, that he knew of.

"Sacred Sword!", ordered the aristocrat.

The Gallade would lunge in with his blade, slashing at the Scraggy. This time, the attack had an effect, and the Scraggy went down.


"You did great! Now let's Teleport back to town, yeah?", Antoine told his Gallade, who quickly reached out to touch his master, and Teleport him out of the area.

Fin, no capture