>>5823107>>5823304>>5823338>>5823470"Morning Sun!" You order desperately.
To Blitz's credit, his aura does start to recover.
It's turned from deep orange to yellow by the time Arcanine has closed the distance, but as the bigger pokemon shoulder checks him, he loses concentration and his aura drops to grey as he slumps over, defeated.
"Growlithe is unable to battle. Victory goes to Emma." Fie pronounces.
You let out a gusty sigh.
You're not even really that disappointed.
That was one <span class="mu-i">hell</span> of a battle.
"Great job, Blitz." You say as you recall him.
"That was well handled." Emma compliments as you both walk out onto the arena.
"Don't go giving him that, that was shit."
Emma scowls as you both turn to where the observation was called from the stands.
Leaning on the rail is a bear of a man in an open-collared shirt, dusty denim jeans and battered work boots.
The 'Stantler-in-headlights' look on Fie's face is telling, but you can recognise Fie's dad from the match you saw on TV back in Silveridge.
>Let Emma reply.>Challenge him.>Other 