Curate, connect, and discover
"Bwahaha!!"
More laughter echoes through the room as Archie plucks a Pokéball from the belt clip. He tosses it into the air, and out comes his Muk. An unpleasant aroma fills the air as the Pokémon cries out angrily.
"Wouldn't dare dissapoint now, would I? Who d'ya take me fer?"
A wave of his hand, and the Poison-type starts preparing a Sludge Wave to toss at the opposing Sylveon.
Of course he does.
Again, maybe she should be scared. Maybe she shouldn't be staying here and responding to his laugh with a chuckle of her own. Maybe she should just leave and leave the world saving situation to the Champion.
"Kind of expected that, yeah!"
Her PokèBall was thrown in the air one last time before she finally released her Sylveon, who laaaazily stretched as soon as he landed on the battlefield-to-be. So calm.
"Try to be at least a little bit better than your grunts, okaaaay?"