Just a few days ago Calla had been hand feeding his newborn hatchlings and now they were ready for battle- well, Gild was anyway. The strangely colored Swablu had pretty much demanded to be brought out so he could show off his 'skills'. Paisley and Loops had kind of just went along with, content to have a new experience and see new things. It was probably for the best. Even if they were babies the three of them needed a lot of exorcise and with him having to write multiple thesis and care for the rest of the eggs his school had sent him he wasn't sure he could give them the care they needed right now. Thank Palkia for the Magidome!

The area he had chosen was something calming. He had already made a note that this wasn't a serious battle and he hoped that the soft colors and trees would reflect that. He had only bee in a handful of battles so far and didn't have the experience to back it up. Plus, being so young, his pokemon would tire out quickly as eager as at least one of them was.

Calla had been so busy checking over his eggs and trying to get Gild and Paisley to stop fighting over who could nest in his hair that he hadn't heard anyone come in. The kick to the side had been a nasty surprise that left Calla hissing between his teeth. He was about to bite out something sharp when he saw his apparent attacker, a woman who looked about his age, fumbling and stumbling around a little red wagon. It had hurt, but she looked kind of ditzy, so he was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt as he slowly pulled himself to his feet, leaving his eggs to in a makeshift nest he had made from his hoodie.

"S'okay. Hurt like woah, though. You a soccer player or something?" Calla rubbed his side, still wincing some at the dulled pain, but gave a toothy grin to show there was no ill will between them. He gave a little wave to the Petiilil when she poked her head up. Loops stood beside her Trainer a bit awkwardly, staring wide eyed at the other pokemon and woman. The other two flying types, having been disturbed from their perch, fluttered back down. Gild flattened his golden body and fluffy wings in Calla's hair and Paisley pouted but landed on his shoulder.

< Are you going to be our fight partners? Sorry, but I'm going to win! > Gild spoke, eying the snoring Turtwig as he said this. If his enemies were asleep then he had already won this battle! There was no beating him!

"Be polite, Gild." Calla said lightly but sternly. Sarah wasn't the only one who needed to teach her pokemon some manners, at least.

< I do have two heads! > Loops started from one head. She didn't seem insulted, at least. The other head leaned forward and continued, < You have branched and can float. Don't you need wings for that? > She couldn't fly and she didn't have wings! No fair!

Then it looked like the battle started, Loops being nudged with a.... Tackle? She looked more confused that anything, being moved lightly to the side as the floaty woody thing pressed against her fluffy body.

"Oh! Wait!" Calla quickly dug into his pocket, pulling out the empty remains of the TM he had used earlier, offering it to Sarah. "I taught this, Skull Bash, to Loops right before you got here. It wasn't in the system and I didn't want you to think I was cheating." That would have been rude, after all. He didn't expect to use it, honestly, but it was better to be transparent about things.

< Weak! Loops, kick it's, uh.... floaty black thing! Come on, give it all you got! > Gild called from Calla's head, fluttering his wings. Loops bent one of her noodly necks backwards to look at Gild upside-down before giving what might have been a shrug, the two heads looking at each other. Having reached some mutual decision, the two chomped forward with a Peck. It wasn't a good attack, more just the two of them trying to grab the other pokemon with their beaks more than actually attacking him.