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Hal hummed in approval when she stepped through the doors to the simulated arena, immediately pleased with the dark, oppressive atmosphere. She tapped the Pokeball in her hand against her leg in contemplation, wandering down the muddy path. Her boots splashed with each step, unheeded, and it seemed to be the only sound in the unnatural din. It was only moments to find the other trainer - it was only a room, after all, albeit a large one. Hal gave a half grin, skipping over the trainer to the Pokemon, the one that came with a warning. Dangerous, uncontrolled. The perfect thing to make her Grimer sweat. Perhaps it wasn't nice, or fair, but she needed to see what Gavin could do in crisis mode.

"Name's Hal, nice to meet you," she said by way of introduction, finally flipping the Pokeball she was toying with so that the button clicked against her bare, shorts-clad leg. A flash of light, and Gavin was free - and looking at his feral-eyed opponent with a bit of disbelief. It was just a moment of concern, though, before the mound of goo squared itself up, standing tall as it were. He might not be all that experienced, but he wasn't a coward despite all of Hal's taunts. The Pokemon almost unconsciously used Harden, preparing himself without thinking much about it. His instincts were good, at least. He had a routine down at this point, and when Hal gave him the 'go ahead' wave, he steeled himself, jumped forward, and opened his mouth to belch out a cloud of Poison Gas in the direction of the Gligar. He might not be original, Hal thought, but she'd seen it work well enough for him that she could hardly fault him the repetition.

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Hal has a lucky egg in effect.



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Notes: Given the types I'm prepared for a loss here lmao, but that's cool because I need to gym train <3

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