Flannery

The battle raged on far longer than both trainers expected, with each of them being on their tip toes, shouting and cheering their respective Pokemon on. They were tense, knowing that each move could be a decisive moment for them to counter. Looking at the redhead, Brendan could see sweatdrops flowing down her forehead and heading south, sje was fetting really into it, it was almost as if she was the one fighting in the arena...

On the other side, Flannery swiftly brushed the sweat of her brows, not accepting defeat as an option. She had to prove herself as a worthy leader of the Lavaridge gym. However, as much as she tried to land the finishing hit, Grovyle just wouldn't stand still, and in fact manged to land a couple of hard blows to her Torkoal. After 15 whole minutes, the arena was covered in the fire-type Pokemon's steam, forming a visual obstraction for all participants. It reached the point where neither of the trainers could see the opponent's pokemon. Brendan didn't look surprised, however, this was part of his plan all along-prolonging the match in order to create a smokescreen in order to use Grovyle's speed advantage to the fullest. Frantically looking around, the poor Torkoal stumbled searching for its opponent. It is then, that Flannery noticed a light shade in the fog, creeping up from behind her pokemon. Taken by surprise she nearly squealed out her command "TORKOAL! BEHIND YOU!" The fiery turtle spun around as the fog in front of it got split by the Grovyle dashing towards it. Flannery stuttered as she desperately tried to think of a startegy to save the game "Uhhh, uh, the, use the... Uhh....HEADBUTT!" she yelped out the first thing that came to her head. As the two pokemon rushed towards each other, the smoke covered up their clash. While Brendan was staring at the covered up middle of the arena, Flannery was hiding her face behind her palms, spreading her index fingers to get a glimpse of the situation. As a gust of wind blew, it uncovered the bodies of the two pokemon lying on the ground. However, the Torkoal slowly raised its head as it stumbled back to its feet, turning towards Flannery.

The redhead stared in silence as she uncovered her face "I... Won?" she mumbled, falling back on her bum with her feet stretched out, still trying to comprehwnd the whole situation, when all of a sudden she raised both fists in the air "WOOHOO! I WON! Err, I, I mean, of course I won!" she quickly got up, brushing her jeans from the dust on the ground.

Meanwhile, Brendan leaned his head down in defeat as he took out his pokeball and retreated his **** Grovyle- he gave his best, but that just wasn't enough, it seems. Huffing, he turned around and was about to leave, when he got startled by his opponent standing right behind him.

"Aren't we forgetting a little something?" the redhead asked with a teasing smirk, tapping her foot on the ground, feeling the sweaty sock rub against the insole of her sneakers.

Brendan let out a sigh "Alright, you won. What do you want?" he asked, clearly not ecstatic about being on the losing end of a bet.

Flannery only smiled in silence, enjoying her moment of power, before speaking up "Come with me" she ordered as she took him by the shoulder, leading the way to her house. This didn't really answer Brendan's question as he was now even more confused by the trainer's attittude. However, he soon got a hint of what the redhead had in mind for him

"By the way, out of curiosity- how good are you at footrubs?" the tomboyish girl asked, looking at her opponent. That was a question that clearly caught Brendan off guard as his cheeks lit up into a light red. Seeing his body language, Flannery just giggled to herself, not needing an answer "Hehe... Perfect~" Soon enough, they reached her house, neither of them saying a word to the other.