There was the distinct noise of something buzzing by her ear; it was slightly annoying. August had long since returned to his pokeball, and afterwards, she had promptly returned Odessa to allow them both a chance to rest and regain strength. By her side her garchomp wandered, the scar-covered grouch intent on leading the way to...arceus knows where. Maybe it scented a good, strong pokemon nearby? Not really paying attention to where she placed her feet, the buzzing noise abruptly stopped with a singe of fire and teeth smashing together; a fire fang. Before her, Freya turned, spitting out the burnt combee before her feet with a disgruntled look, like a cat presenting her prey. Noelle paused, mouth opening and closing several times as she tried to find what words to say. "...Thank you?" The pinkette finally uttered out as she felt the dragon's sharp glare lingering on her sports ball. She must've been trying to help her with the contest but this...was a bit cruel - if not sudden. Either way, the dragon priestess tossed the pokeball at the combee before she kept it moving. 

Abruptly, a pink outline lifted the garchomp in the air, who snarled in slight surprise. "A psychic attack, but, where from...?" Eyes narrowed, the girl looked about, until she grew aware of the quiet flap of wings and glimmer of lavender hidden in the shadows; a venomoth. "Freya - there!" Thrown harshly into a tree by the attack, it didn't faze the dragon much, who shook off the attack as though it were nothing. Back on her feet, her body sunk into the ground in a sudden dig. Hidden underneath the earth and surfing through it like it were made of water, the garchomp resurfaced right beneath the bug type, her large, rough body smacking into it. Before the venomoth could flutter away or be sent flying by the force of the slam though, fangs cloaked in fire harshly bit down onto its wing in a devastating fire fang. Shaking her head like a dog, she eventually let go, spitting the defeated bug onto the ground with a disgruntled huff. Giving her dragon a smile and nod, the girl tossed yet another sports ball to the bug type. 

The good thing about having her garchomp out, was that not only was the dragon a fearsome fighter, but, a wonderful tracker. Likely due to her predatory nature, her garchomp's senses were acute and sharp. And in no time, had tracked down their next victim. An iron tail completely tore the tree in half, sending the swadloon falling from out of it in shock. it tried to retaliate with a string shot, to escape from the psychopathic dragon, but, a fire fang crunched down onto its leafy arms, dragging it back to the ground with a 'thud'. Not at all fazed by the naturally savage nature of her dragon, she instead tossed a sports ball at their fallen foe.