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Tyler's back got bashed in by a young woman, spilling her pokeballs. “Hey, what the-” He said, jumping back. “Ohm it's... god, um.... Bianca,, right?” He said, glad someone got his name right, for ONCE. On top of that, Raine recognized him as the guy who aced tactics. Oh, happy DAYS!

“You should be more careful.” He said, and heard some random person that was apparently a class mate call out, heading towards the exit, followed by some foolish looking woman with a Chimchar head out.

“Great, that means less trainer's that will want to challenge me.” He said with a groan, and turned to Raine, “So, my earlier offer. If you are thinking about accepting it, I suggest we get moving. I plan on getting stronger, and that means I have to fight like crazy, so I need to get a move on to challenge random people to a match. Therefore, I gotta get going, or I'm sunk. Not good.” He said, stretching his arms.

He nodded to himself, a sudden flow of impatience surging from him. Flare, to his side, flapped his stubby little wings in excitement, “Right you are, Flare, Let's get going.” He said, waliking backwards to the exit. “Let's go become the best, Raine!” He said, turning and walking, not caring if she followed or not.

Now, his life would truly begin, unbarred. He was free to do whatever he so wished, Arceus help the punks who decided to become obstacles in his path. His feet hit dort, ancd he looked around the grass, walking just along side it, looking up at the sky as he did. Torchic was his watchbird, looking around with excited chirps. His head was already taking notes of the terrain around him, should someone walk up to him, and challenge him. Torchic had yet to breathe the bursts o f fire that was ember, so he would have to rely on his claws for, in pure close combat. How stale. He said, accepting his fate, band began looking for weak-looking competition.