Whatever distress he had felt, she would see no trace of it within him today. Not a single hair was out of place, he was wearing his usual tailored black Kalosian suit, and beside him stood his Dragoinite, Draco. A full foot taller than the rest of his kind, and a wingspan to match, an apex. The edges of his lips tugged into a small smile as she called him Professor, the obvious tease.

"I want to see how well you fight....Gauge your strengths, your weaknesses, areas where you need improvement....A Pokemon battle gets hectic far more quickly than you can imagine when you're at war in this particular region....People that can control gravity, throw fireballs, and rend portals at will, are your opponents." Everything she knew before she came here wouldn't help against those things. So he felt he would take it easy on her for their first bout, and he threw a Pokeball into the air, and in front of him stood a Cinderace.

An unconventional pokemon, one that he rarely used, but he had trained it molded it to become a proper warrior, and it would serve well as an opening opponent against whatever she decided to throw at him.

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He just smiled at her comment about Erebus. Most people wanted to fight against him, but it was often pointless, Amor had only a select few Pokemon that could spar against the creature, and give it a proper work out, and only one of them could overcome it. Even then it wasn't always a victory, and it was always hard fought.

"There is no point in shooting a Mareep with a cannon....It's a waste of a perfectly good cannonball....Infernum....Counter...." He explained to her, and when the Lumina Crash came his way, his Cinderace sprang into action charging right at the creature which might seem iiresponsible save for the fact that it used Iron Head to meet it head on, and with that it's typing changed to steel thanks to it's Libero ability. Both pokemon would collide with another, but his Cinderace would take far less damage than her bird.

"Tools are only as good as the one who wields them....Knives get dull, but we can sharpen them....Furniture can break, but we can fix it....Once you spend enough time with it....You learn it inside, and out." He explained to her, and so far he was still unimpressed, he would see how she reacted to his first move, and go from there.

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She was right he would send out another, and so an Archaludon would appear, immune to the poison that she had wasted time on setting up.

"That works in theory....." The Dazzling Gleam came, and his Archaludon took to the vanguard, and soaked up the hits with ease. It's steel typing nullifying the crippling weakness that it should have had, and instead it's body began to glow. "But the best laid plans....Can always backfire....Mirror Coat...." Came the cold, and calculated tone as all of the damage that his pokemon had just took would be returned to the sender, but doubled in force. So a roaring beam of light would rush towards the Espartha as the Mirror Coat launched itself back at the creature.

Meanwhile his Cinderace would let loose a Scorching Sands towards her Nihilego. Unfortunately for his opponent that wasn't a new opponent for him, and he had learned it's typing long ago. Amor built his teams with the exclusive purpose of covering any, and all weaknesses that could pop up. With his Cinderace's typing changing into ground, and boosting it's own damage further, he checked out the back of his nails.

"You must've fought some very weak people in the past then...." Or his perception of strength was skewed.

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Another pokemon came out, and she was talking an awful lot, she was comfortable. To comfortable for his liking, and so he would snatch that comfort away. A Kirlia came out to attack his Archaludon, and a Frogadier was attempting to snap at his Cinderace. Futile the both of them. As another Mirror Coat would come to reflect the Mystical Fire, and Power Gem back at the Kirlia, and Nihilego. His Archaludon was heavily damaged, but it had served it's purpose. His Cinderace would unleash a Electro Ball would be fired off to counter the Water Gun causing both attacks to collide, and cancel, while his Cinderace's typing would change again.

In the meantime she'd see his Gallade appear.

"You presume escape is an option with me....Belus...." The moment he said the words a large dark purple eyeball would extend around the arena as Mean Look extended around them, and trapped her. Then in a blink he was gone she would find him missing from the side of Draco, and something cold, and pointy would be pressed against the small of her back. At the exact point that if he shoved it in, she'd be paralyzed from the waist down. He had Teleported behind her which she'd be able to piece together easily.

"You shouldn't monologue....In a fight....Ameena...." He'd whisper the advice into her ear tauntingly.

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"Belus...." He gave the wordless command, and then an Imprison would go up, blocking out the move of Teleport, and a myriad of others. It was his way of showing her, that he had been giving her a chance at least for a moment. Still the 'knife' didn't budge as he smiled from behind her. "Less speaking, and more action....You claim that your pokemon are self sufficient, but they barely put up a proper fight....Against my test team....And you want to fight Erebus...." He didn't even try to hide the scoff in his voice. At her mentioning of her being able to snipe him he just smiled.

"Hypotheticals don't matter....Don't be a sore loser....You can 'what if' this, or 'if I' that until the Spearow come home...It doesn't matter because in this scenario, in this moment....You are dead." That was the fact, and finally he would remove the 'knife' that he had held to her back, and if she turned around she'd see that it wasn't a knife at all but a pen. "Or something like that....You speak of your pokemon as tools, as if they are disposable....That's why they're weak....That's why you're weak....I know my pokemon in, and out....They are tools, but they are ones that I have honed, and worked with....Tirelessly...." He turned his back on her, she was no threat to him, and he began to make his way back over to Draco.

"If all you have to offer against me, or the opponents you'll soon face are dull blades....I recommend finding a tall cliff, to save yourself the suffering you'll endure...." Harsh critique, but it was his assessment.

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"In a real battle....You don't always get to dictate the kind of fight you want to have....Someone like you, should be capable of understanding that...." He speaks to her boredly. "The war we are about to fight....Throw every rule and strategy you think you know out....You are going to be up against people who can rewrite reality...." That was the simple unvarnished truth. "If you were so use to unfair fights as you so proudly claimed....You should have seen that tactic I used coming from a mile away, and been able to at least answer it...." Unimpressed even more. "It doesn't matter what excuses you find for this failure....If I were a Leaguer in this moment you would be dead....And then what excuses would you utter in the afterlife?" He continued to lay into her.

"You have to be prepared for any, and all eventualities because your opponents this time around will not give you an inch....Sticking to one specialty is fine, but you should make up for your shortcomings....Which is what today is for...." Finally turning to face her. "There is only one you Ameena....So be the best...." He tapped his HoloWatch going back to ignoring her just as suddenly as he spoke to her.

In a moment an elderly man appeared next to him with a Beeheeyem that had obviously teleported him to them. Handing Amor a pokeball the elderly man vanished once again, and Amor walked this time to close the distance to her.

"In this ball contains a powerful Pokemon....It's a spare of one of my own....It was doing nothing, and I hate it when power is not wielded....So she is yours, but it comes with strings. You are forbidden from letting it die, or getting it destroyed. It's rare beyond belief, and no amount of anything you do will ever make up the loss to me, period....Secondly, you have two weeks to get her into proper fighting shape, to get her at least equal to one of my pokemon....Thirdly, we are going to go capture you more pokemon to flesh out your stock....And you will learn to utilize them properly rather than throw them away like paper plates....You will be surprised at the kind of power you can draw out." He stated to her simply.

Letting the pokeball drop to the ground a Magearna would appear in a flash of light.

"This is Duchess....The counterpart of my own Princess....I'm entrusting her to you.....Do not fail me...."

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"And when I pass?"

He quirked a brow at the statement seemingly confused. Did she expect a pat on the head? To be told that she had done a good job? He had expected her to be above wanting such things, and his confusion only deepened. The Magearna in her possession was apparently not a good enough reward.

"What do you think you deserve....? I've just given you an incredibly rare, and powerful pokemon.....What more could you want?" A twinge of annoyance in his tone, and his eyes stayed trained on hers. "IF you pass....I'll consider a request, and depending on said request I will either agree or disagree....Don't get your hopes up...." He expressed to her flatly. This wasn't a place for participation trophies, if she showed genuine progress in two weeks with Duchess, then he would grant her a reasonable request.

If he felt she hadn't made any progress at all, then she would be denied. It was that simple to him.

Looking over her team he realized just how little time they truly had to get prepared. The clock was truly against them in these moments, and he hated it. Though if he had time to hate the clock, he had time to use it to the fullest. That was the only solace he could take in their predicament.

"That will be all for today....If you have further need of me....You know where to find me...." Returning his Gallade to it's ball, and the rest of the pokemon that he had used he made his way over to the great dragon that hadn't moved an inch to battle at all. If she didn't stop him, he'd simply climb atop his dragon, and take off into the sky without a further word.

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