Time slowed to a crawl as Alice took a deep breath. Somewhere in her mind, she was aware of the fact that the first battle was ongoing. She knew she should probably have been watching, strategically getting an insight into her competition's battling style would greatly help her in the tournament to come, but once she began concentrating on something she found it hard to stop. She sat cross legged in the sand, reciting key parts of the text in her mind. She focused on type advantages and disadvantages. The sun was blisteringly hot today, the heat made Alice feel sluggish, being so different from the climate back home. She could only imagine how Celia would feel in such temperatures. Her thick fur was not suited to such a temperature, if they ended up fighting a fire pokemon Alice knew that it would be a real struggle. The arena was simple, the water would probably be Celia's best friend, allowing her to moderate her temperature, she had read something similar in a book somewhere. 

All of a sudden, the crowd erupted into applause, ripping Alice from her meditative state. The battle was over which meant Alice and Celia were up. A couple of men in uniforms dashed out to the arena and started clearing up after the battle. A man she recognized as the tournament organizer approached her, wearing a smile too large for his face.
"Miss Kyte, are you and your Pokemon ready for battle?" Alice could only muster a small nod, pulling herself to her feet and shakily making her way to the arena edge. This was it, her moment. Celia's moment. She took a deep breath and pulled down her goggles. They did nothing, but ultimately they helped her focus on the battle. Truthfully, they looked ridiculous, but they did the trick. She turned the Pokenall over in her hand carefully, breathing deeply as to not start trembling in front of the crowd. It was now or never.