staz nearly loses her footing when the pignite appears. it doesn't charge towards her or startle her; staz simply does not anticipate the sight of a pig. she lets out a bark of laughter at the humor the appearance stirs up within her. the raucousness of the rocket's reaction causes the pokemon to rely on it's fight-or-flight instinct. the desire to flee wins in this case.

"good, i didn't want to have a bring damned boar back with me anyway," staz huffs out.

she actually pauses for a moment when the brilliant flames of the rapdish begins to canter into view. it's difficult to ignore his presence due to the combination of its flaming mane and the majestic whinny he releases. "that's more like it," staz speaks solely to herself, rummaging through her pocket for a particular pokeball. the blonde steps widely to the side, anticipates the collision that will occur otherwise. oringo materializes beside his trainer, the glint in his eyes observes the targeted pokemon and he lets out a gruff noise of affirmation.

"hit it with night slash after you get his attention," she commands him.

the whole scenario unfolds quickly, which she appreciates. her zoroark embellishes a scene of grandeur, a competing rapdish galloping alongside the other horse on the rocky terrain. he screams in defeat when oringo apparently claims victory. in the rapdish's moment of weakness, oringo's claws slash at his side and he's further diverted. now, staz thinks to herself and she fumbles for a spare pokeball. it's the ideal time to allow the pokeball to attempt to ensare the pokemon.