The last thing he was wanting was to make this day any more complicated than it already was. Anton had never excelled in any arena that didn't involve making trouble. Thieving had never been difficult. Neither had pushing his luck. However, when the entire world changed in the blink of an eye, he sometimes struggled to keep up.

Things in Hoenn had a tendency toward drastic, cosmic change. Like being catapulted into a convergence of space and time. Sudden, overwhelming tumult of wind and fizzling energy that made his hair stand on end. Dogbreath, his mightyena, might have handled sudden change even less gracefully than himself, curling up into a yipping ball. "Get your shit together, will you?"

He just needed to keep his cool, easy. That was until a massive Hisuian Samurott appeared and nearly skewered him in half.

"Shiitt. Okay, time to run."

Andrew Fisher
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