"Yeah, I guess so. Both trainers are quite inexperienced, and even if the match drags on, the Frosslass will most likely win in the end," Arc replied. Witnessing a battle, she herself felt like battling. 

Her Mareep nuzzled her leg once again, asking to be attended to. This time, she sat down on the deck, back leaning against the railings, which caused the Mareep to hop on her folded legs. She then repeated the action of running one hand through its wool, and the other scratching it below the chin, and also absorbing the electricity that tried to shock her. The sheep pokemon bleated contentedly again, and she smiled, then looked back to observe the battle.