Joltik chirped in delight at the trainer’s compliment. Eager to nuzzle Conner in response, as he approached the blonde kid and patted her little head. Causing an accidental static discharge to zap at the fingertips that he used to touch her. Making it obvious why the teenager wore such overly long sleeves. Though with the Pickachu on his team—it was likely a harmless feeling that should’ve been anticipated. Not that either of the pair had noticed; since the hooded teen was too busy snickering at the frightened boy’s expense. Followed by the Joltik scampering along her trainer’s arm, until she reached his back and hopped down into the grass below.

“S-shut up! I’m not afraid of anything!” The loud boy snapped, from behind the safety of his darkly-dressed friend. Soon stomping out in unison with his Bouffalant, before raising his fist up in the air. “And we’ll see who's the real wimp, when Bill’s done with ya!” He countered, while placing a hand on the Bouffalant’s hind thigh. As the bovine pokemon snorted in agreement, and then promptly turned his grouchy gaze to the opposing side. Where Breloom and Skitty had already moved forward and stood beside each other as allies—waiting for battle.

“Well boys—are you ready to lose?” The girl interjected with a teasing smile, turning her cap backwards. As the sleepy-eyed trainer had been boredly fiddling with the skull pendant on his necklace.

“Lucky. Close the distance, and use your Ember on his Breloom.” He declared, starting off the fight proper. As his Raboot knelt down and then dashed straight ahead; building a small flame within his paw. Yet this sudden burst of speed wasn't enough to deter Frolic from meeting the bunny’s blazing charge head on. Surprising the kid when the Breloom seemed to be as equally fast and aggressive. Making it appear as if they’d be trading blows—before the Breloom had abruptly split into two separate attackers. Getting the Raboot to squint in confusion and take a wild swing through the air—streaking his flames against an illusion.

“Skitty! Use Attract!” The young girl urged. Prompting her Skitty to playfully lunge in front of the Raboot, with her stubby legs extended. Being witnessed by the rabbit’s cold unflinching stare, as she landed and rolled onto her backside. Unaffected until the Skitty’s paws were spread out cutely, as she unleashed her soft mew. Striking the Raboot down for the count—as he swiftly sat on the ground and began blissfully petting the adorable pink kitten. Much to his own trainer’s chagrin. 

“Aww. Come on-” The boy moaned. Interrupted by the Bouffalant’s trainer giving his command, as Frolic appeared to be spinning and dancing his way over toward Bill.

“Avoid Breloom and hit’em with a headbutt!” He demanded, pointing to the girl’s Skitty. Getting the Bouffalant to charge forth with clamorous hooves, and suddenly collide afro first into the Breloom’s glowing tail. After Frolic had jumped in Bouffalant’s direct path—taking a solid hit to his backside in the process. But only knocking the Breloom forward a few feet, as he spun around and appeared to be unshaken.
 
Watched on in awe by the young girl, as Frolic proceeded to land a Counter with a swift uppercut, that was aiming for the Boffulant’s chin. But the blow was absorbed into his big poofy head instead. Still looking like he received the stronger hit, as the buffalo then stumbled about in a daze. “Your Breloom is amazing!” She exclaimed. “How do you get it to fight so well, without even saying anything?” She asked, with a bright curiosity in her voice. Turning her head to look at him—before noticing that he seemed to be utterly fixated on the ongoing battle. But it was what Miles was doing while he watched, that made her bewildered look go unanswered. Since the girl decided to not ask again.

[color=82ca9d][i]Ooh...so [b]that’s[/b] how you’re supposed to use that...[/i][/color] Miles realized in thought, while jotting down some notes with a black marker. Having rolled up his sleeve since the match began, as Miles continued to write on his exposed inner arm. 

Meanwhile, the blonde trainer was too busy trying not to laugh. As his Joltik had managed to hop up and cling herself onto the orange-haired boy’s back. Hidden from view and having gone unnoticed for the entire time, as he smiled at Conner and his Pickachu. “Kehehe. I’m sorry—you wanted to fight too right?” He questioned with a mischievous smile. While the Joltik was quick to scurry herself toward the Pickachu. “Joltik use Speed Swap.” He announced. Getting Joltik to shimmer slightly, as it attempted to replace its speed stat, with what would’ve likely been the faster of the two pokemon. So assuming that he was correct and her move was successful—it would’ve proven itself to be a rather difficult start.