Gray uncrossed his arms, a gray and black Poke-Ball gripped in his gloved hands. The boy outreached it towards the silent Nidorino, and the Pokemon was recalled in a beam of silver light, stored into the odd Poke-Ball, which was promptly settled back onto Gray's black belt. "And your Ralts' mental prowess is impressive." He complimented likewise, nodding his head in respect. The boy stashed his hands back into his pocket. Glancing at the clock once more.

"The Gym Leader awaits." He murmured, heading towards the exit with a hand half-raised in salutations. The small amount of trainers that had been watching the fight promptly moved out of the way.