[color=0076a3][center][h2]Sebastien Tomas[/h2][/center][/color]

It wasn’t often that Sebastien found himself watching a fight or a battle purely for the entertainment value. Whether it was during his brief career as a boxer or his newer endeavour as a trainer, the only time he ever really watched someone else fight was when he was doing research on an opponent or was just looking to improve his technique; research, scouting, it was never just for the fun of it. Truthfully, as much as he loved competing in them, he couldn’t really say he was a fan of either of the sports he took part in; maybe he would have been, if he hadn’t tried to make a living out of both, but now he couldn’t watch a battle or a boxing match without trying to critique or analyse everything. It was too much like work at that point.

Even so, with nothing else to do until his gym was renovated and the minor league season started, he’d decided to drop in on Iris’ gym and check out some of the new challengers; this was the first time since he had become a trainer that he wasn’t among them after all. Unfortunately, it seemed like he had picked a bad day to come.

This battle wasn’t going to last long.

The kid challenging Iris was in over his head right now; he was nervous, his Pokémon weren’t performing too well and he didn’t seem to have much of a game plan in mind. At least he’d known enough to show up with a team built with Iris’ Pokémon in mind, but if it meant using weaker or less experienced Pokémon as a result any advantage you gained was offset by the disadvantages you placed on yourself.

Well, maybe he’d have better luck next time. As it was, Sebastien found his interest in the match waning.