The figure of a human boy stands at the cave entrance, tossing a Pokeball up and down in his hand to catch repeatedly. With a tone of smugness, he sneers, "Finally found ya. I've been tracking that cute butt of yours for miles." He steps forward with Rook taking a full stand in preparation of a battle. It wasn't the first time she'd been specifically tracked down by someone, and it certainly won't be the last unless she's actually caught.
"You followed me...?" She asks in distaste and readies for a fight for whatever the trainer had.
Stepping closer, she could make out his details better with him being simply a older caucasian teen with thick black messy hair, green eyes, and a single silver earring on his ear. Wearing a tight black tank top with grey cargo shorts adorned with small chains and zippers with black shoes, she didn't just need his looks to know he was some kind of punk. He retorts with cockiness showing, "You're hard to miss with a body like that. And I'm gonna make sure it's mine~"
He throws the Pokeball down to shine a bright light to reveal a feral Samurott. The water Pokemon licks over its lips when eyeing its new foe that has Rook grit her teeth. "I'd like to see you try. I got a body like this from how many of you twerps I've eaten, and that goes for their Pokemon too." She huffs with a hand tracing over her stomach.
The trainer simply shakes his head. "Guess that means we'll just have to settle this the hard way. Torpedo. Make this quick~"
The Samurott, Torpedo, nods and charges forward with its head lowered and the shell helmet aimed at the Flygon woman. Rook tenses up and uses...
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