A hiss stopped Sonja dead in her tracks. Missy was agitated and the air above her back was waving as she expelled heat. Odd, Missy rarely grew angry. Haughty, mischievous, and infuriating perhaps, but never really angry. Turning she saw another boy past Noel. A Larvitar was staring at them before turning back to what she assumed was it’s trainer. Missy tightened her grip ready to pounce but Sonja stopped her. 

“No fights outside the gym or stadium, you know the rules,” she chastised. Missy ignored her for a second before calming herself down. She put her about in the air and breathed out a puff of sweet smelling smoke. She never took her eyes off the Larvitar though.