[center][b][color=orange][h2]Azerus Jr[/h2][/color][/b]
Feyhollow poke'center [/center]14
 

As Azerus stood in the Pokemon center he tried to contemplate and reflect on the battle, but it was so short lived that it didn't offer much learning. His Pokemon needed to get tougher, he needed to get tougher, that's all there was.

After handing his two pokeballs over to the nurse and while his Pokemon healed, Azerus decided that he had to go somewhere with tougher conditions and a harsher climate. Somewhere he could train and harden his Pokemon pushing them to new limits. Somewhere he could find powerful pokemon that were not little bug or fairy types. He had enough of this back water town already but first he needed supplies. 

He released his Pokemon as soon as he stepped foot outside. He vowed to spend more time with, mimicking his rivals methods. No sooner had had he released them with a brilliant flash of red, did he look back up to find himself standing face to face with the woman who bettered him just a moment ago.

Startled and shocked his eyes went wide and his tongue fumbled in his mouth failing to find any words. He just stood there dumbfound for a moment not realising he was blocking the door.

[hr]([i]Starting a Journey to Atana Mountain Range[/i])
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[b]12[/b]
+1 (post)
 (2x pokeballs)

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[@Lugubrious]