Seeing the challenger, a trio of pokemon that were flitting through the trees descended. A Shedinja, Misdreavous and Venomoth took a hovering position beside the gym leader Garriot, the Venomoth's wings flapping so quickly they were kicking up a considerable amount of dust. All three pokemon had a determined look in their eyes, the kind that never yielded even after a thousand battles.

Garriot slowly uncrossed his legs, then rose. he brushed the collected dust off his pants and gave an earnest smile. 

"Welcome, challenger. Let's have a good battle."

Following the boy challenger's proclamation for battle, the training and chatter around the gym ceased, as was protocol. An old man with long white hair approached the side of the battlefield, ready to officiate.

Garriot looked over his opponent. He liked the boy's fashion sense. Furthermore, it seemed that he was one who let a pokemon of his stay outside of its pokeball. This made Garriot's smile widen. They were of one mind in that regard,. Apart from for resting, he could hardly remember the last time he'd kept his pokemon in their balls.

The boy seemed excited. Garriot himself wasn't very excitable, but he appreciated the enthusiasm. He was probably an upstart, just starting out and not yet used to disappointment. Garriot was far too used to that feeling himself. He'd hate to give the boy his first taste of defeat, but it was unavoidable. Garriot himself didn't mind going easy on his opponents, but his Venomoth would never let him hear the end of it.

"Now then, let's have a 2 on 2 battle. For the first round, I choose my Venomoth." The bug pokemon moved to the inside of the field. "choose your first pokemon, then we will begin.