[center][h2][color=00aeef]Martin Price[/color][/h2][/center]

Martin had a lot of information being thrown out by Laurinda. She seemed nice enough, but the fact that this was only the lightest of the problems if they went further. He suffered the eye of a tornado of Volbeats at point blank. Martin was already spooked about wanting that happening again on any scale further in. He already had a Bug Type Pokemon, so it wasn't as high on his list to find another one of them. He wanted to try and see if he could handle this, and from what he got so far, he was not ready. Maybe after a bit of training and a couple more of those Repel cans. This was a small list, but that was a good thing to make a habit of. Always strive to have a goal to work towards along the way. [color=00aeef]"Thanks for the advice Laurinda, I'll probably head back after I do a bit more training here. After I get a few supplies, I'll brave this place when I'm better prepared."[/color]

Dawkin was already heading towards the Wet Caverns, that was brave, or it was foolish to disregard some good advice. Martin really wanted to see what Pokemon were deeper within, but he knew firsthand what could happen. He didn't need a story of getting wiped this early on his adventure. Martin turned to look at his Pokemon, who was annoyed at being ignored so quickly. [color=00aeef]"Hey Nincada, let's do a bit more training around here, then go back to Route 1 for a new pal. Sound good?"[/color] Nincada continued to make Martin wonder if it could understand him by absentmindedly nodding his head again. So a few more battles, a rest at the spot they passed, and then back to Route 1. It wasn't a great plan, but it was a plan anyways. Seemed pretty weak to be one of the first people who might head back, but it was necessary. He knew the common Pokemon here, and they didn't interest him. So, Martin stuck to the path. He didn't hope for a trainer, as he was going to need a heal first before one of them challenged him. So many choices, so little time. The only comforting thought was how nice it was to be out in the woods, and not the city. He grew fond of the places from his days of hiking getting here.