He disabled the sound and light from his camera and took multiple careful shots of his surroundings, once again hiding the effort and concentration it took underneath a calm exterior. There were too many unnecessary people around and his subjects were too far away for his comfort, so these photos were worthless as standalone works. He'd probably settle on using them to kick off his newest wave of blog posts.

"As long as you turn that energy on them in battle while I'm shooting, there's no problem." The flashier these leaders dressed, the better the shots would be. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out. The biggest advantage that'd come with taking on this challenge were the stadiums, though. Nice flat land with no obstacles. He made a mental note to buy a newer pair of running shoes at some point. 

He rested the camera's strap over his shoulder. "Of course I'm fighting Milo. My team's too strong against him for me not to. No one ever said I wasn't allowed to shoot and battle at the same time, after all." He winked lazily.  

"Shutter's my right hand girl, but I do have another helper. He's a zebstrika, bought him from a professional breeder with my first couple of paychecks way back when I was first getting started. He's my golden ticket for traveling long distances, but gets a little stressed around strangers." His eyes turned to a premier ball wrapped around his belt, with an ornate emblem proving the pedigree of its contents. Having the expensive pokeball stored next to the beat up, haggard standard one that housed Shutter almost looked comedic.