Josh could relate to the concept of entrenchment. He was just as deep in the League as they were in Rocket. Even if life in Rocket was abhorrent, it was better than no life at all, what with the threat of the League saddling defectors that didn't qualify for the Amnesty program with community service or even jail time. He had been on the long arm of the law before with Eris, having to do a year and a half's worth of community service full time. It was better than hard labor, given that the kind of service work he did, he genuinely enjoyed, but the financial hardshop from losing a year a a half's worth of Ranger income left him living a lifestyle he was not used to.

Those were people that, in Josh's eyes, could not be rescued from Rocket as they were. Those that were entrenched had to partially find ways out on their own before the League could help them. And if they weren't willing or able to do so, then they deserved to go down with the sinking ship.

"Alright, have fun, Elise!" the eager Gym Leader cried. "Screech, EXTREME SPEED!" Bracing himself for the rush, the Linoone's short legs whipped up a whirlwind from how fast his gait was, though they didn't cycle quite fast enough to hum. They quickly left Wiley in the dust, but he wasn't there to go purely fast like Screech was. The Furret dug his paws into the dirt harshly, kicking up a huge dust cloud as he performed a U-TURN so sharp that it seemed like he doubled back over his own path.

Just as he finished the first turn, Wiley slammed his paws in the opposite direction, reversing his direction a second time just as quickly as the first. Forgetting for a moment that it was Elise in the saddle, the Furret flung his long body back and forth in another similar set of maneuvers, trying to dislodge the ambassador.

Were she to remain mounted, she might catch sight of Josh and Screech racing toward her at a slight angle, the Gym Leader at the mercy of the Linoone's EXTREME SPEED. With a short hop, the normal-type buried his claws in the ground, the ground steaming from friction burns as he slammed on the metaphorical brakes with maximum power. The Gym Leader, unable to handle the full might of a Linoone's emergency stop, butted heads with the Linoone, leaving him weary and dizzy.