After a couple moments, you hear someone call out "Ah, here we are! Got a little lost, unfortunately. Sorry, I'm sure your schedule is absolutely packed." You see the Mightyena you were waiting for enter the arena, trotting in with a friendly smile and looking around curiously at the arena, the somewhat puzzled and eager audience, and. "Ah, so this is what this arena looks like from this perspective. Well, greetings, Champi--ACK!" As he gets closer, he gets a whiff of your latest release and starts coughing and hacking madly. After a few moments though, he seems to recover somewhat, and starts trying to talk through the nausea. "Ahh dear, so that's what you smell like this close. Uhh--oh, yes! Call me... call me Russ. You're Shiver, correct?"
He's clearly not used to a smell of this caliber, though relatively speaking, he's taking it much better than one would expect. Though his eyes are watering and it's clear he's sick to his stomach already by his gait, he's still managing to walk and his tone is still just as amiable as it was when he walked in. Even so, it's clear it won't take much effort on your part to absolutely destroy this guy.
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