[attr="class","spiral"] "Alright, Mister Cavalli." The receptionist greets him with a smile and nod. Unaware of his Rocket affiliation, she treats him with the same expectations set on any trainer that walks through the Frontier's glass doors. "You have a time slot opening up in a little bit. Let me swipe your Trainer Card in and you can proceed shortly."

[attr="class","spiral"] Minuscule discrepancies go overlooked. Without missing a beat, the receptionist enters his identification and pulls up his challenge. She sends a query for the next match and nods at Patrick before handing the ID back to him. "Thank you. Your battle will start shortly."

A few minute pass and the receptionist peeks her head out to gather Patrick's attention. "You can proceed down the hall. At the first fork, make a left, and then a right. There should be an isolated room and within it is the battle arena. Good luck with your challenge, Mister Cavalli!"

Following the twist and turn of a few corridors, Gavin will find his eventual challenge room. Much like the one Annie Mei had entered, this one involve a steel door that leads into an empty room with several masks for trainers to wear. None of them are necessary but the only other noticeable feature of the room is another steel door that leads into an isolated trainer's box. Big enough for several people to fit comfortably, it grants trainers a box seat view of the arena.

The controlled environment is a standard League battlefield but entrapped on all end by steel walls and a solid room. A faint purple haze blots out the arena, transparent enough to see through but thick enough to understand the implication. Steel type Pokemon will find themselves unaffected by the constant POISON GAS but other Pokemon not so much. Near the window of the trainer box is a slot for several Pokeballs. They can slip into several slots and manually tapped to unleash the respective Pokemon.

A PA system sounds off at the arrival of the challenger.

"Welcome to the Battle Frontier! Today's challenge will be the Type Focused Challenge: Steel and Poison! The rules for the challenge are as follows: this will be a match format of the user's choosing with a minimum of three Pokemon used. State your format and confirm your selection when prompted."

There's nothing that implicitly states how to confirm the challenge but the way the sound echoes within the trainer box should make their own choice more than loud enough to be picked up.

[attr="class","spiral"] "Match format selected: three Pokemon in a singles battle. Please prepare your Pokemon. The challenge will start soon."

Soon means immediately.

A small Pokeball launcher on the other end of the field ejects a single Pokeball and it lands on the opposite end of the field. From within comes a rather small Pokemon, a lazy Salandit that yawns now that it gets to see the actual light of day. With a sputtering snort, SMOG escapes from the Pokemon's nostrils as it awaits it foe.

"Silph has chosen Salandit."

[attr="class","spiral"]A computerized voice blares over the intercom to announce Gavin's decision. "The opponent has chosen Steelix!" And then the room goes quiet, potentially allowing Gavin the first move.

"Battle routine set."

That's Fernando's code word for 'dispatch the situation however you see fit' and it seems to work. Just the sound of its trainer's voice is enough to give the Salandit just the kick it needs to start scrambling through the steel field. As small as the creature is, it seems to scamper around the floor with the same speed of an insect, agile in practice but only in consideration of its size.

"Execute!"

It doesn't think twice about launching a spitball of TOXIC at the huge target. It's poison proves lethal enough to CORRODE even the strongest of steels.

[attr="class","spiral"]SMOG and SANDSTORM reduces vision to a standstill. The Salandit can't see anything. Not even the hulking figure of Gavin's Steelix. So, naturally, it continues to run, shooting for one of the room's corners to avoid accidentally coming across it. The physical contest between both of them has an obvious winner, so blatantly apparent that the Pokemon fears being squashed by the other.

Despite the SANDSTORM that erodes at scales and skin alike, the Salandit releases another condensation of SMOG. Although it knows that poison isn't very effective against steel, considering its history of being able to CORRODE through most metals, it remains unaware that the SMOG will barely affect the opposing Steelix. However, the continued mixture of fumes into the room makes it all but impossible for either party to find each other through eyes alone.

[attr="class","spiral"]Going underground is a sound decision. From underneath, the Pokemon can feel the skittish scampering of the Salandit who's desperate to find the hole the Steelix had buried itself into. With no real answer, the Pokemon's left without an answer, flailing about as it remains on the move.

[attr="class","spiral"]Whether it be by luck or instinct, the Steelix finds its mark. The earth gives way as the Steelix plows through, rupturing as the great snake mauls the tiny Salandit upward and throws it into the air. Left without any possible maneuvers, the Pokemon can only retaliate with a ranged attack. Airborne, the Salandit fires off a FLAME BURST at the huge target.