Another battle.

You can’t run. Your place in the League is dependent on following the rules of conduct. You take a deep breath trying to settle your nerves as Mark releases a Spearow. This could be worse, at least Spearow doesn’t have a type advantage against Wartortle. “Hit it with a bubble.” Wartortle shoots a new volley of bubbles, but he winces at his burns allowing Spearow to easily dodge the attack.

“Spearow, aerial ace.” The bird swoops down slicing at Wartortle. Between the burn and the attack Wartortle appears to be nearly done.

“Water gun.” He shoots a blast of water into the air. The flying pokemon easily evades the stream. Damn. This isn’t looking good. The Spearow swoops down towards Wartortle for another attack, “Wartortle dodge.” He leaps out of the way. Wartortle stands up ready to continue the battle. Then he grips his side from the burn and falls face forward to the ground. “Wartortle return. Tingle it’s up to you now.”

“Spearow aerial ace again.” The bird swoops down at Tingle.

“Catch him with electroweb.” Tingle fires a wide net of electricity at the Spearow. The slicing motion of Spearow cuts through the web, but you can see the wince of pain on its face. The aerial ace hits the small bug. “Another electroweb.” The Spearow is caught in a web of electricity and shocked ****.

You look to Mark. He keeps his balls in his bag so you can’t tell how many pokemon he has. He recalls his Spearow and a part of you hopes he only has the one pokemon. Your dreams are quickly dashed as another ball is drawn from the bag. “Doduo, I choose you. Use fury attack.” The Doduo moves quickly closing the gaps. The two heads alternate hitting Tingle 4 times and leaving him unable to continue.

You recall Tingle, defeated. You’ve lost to Mark.

“Good job, bird boy,” one of the other men call out. You would be **** into a forfeit with him.

“Thought I would have to fight her when she pulled an electric type against you,” the last of the group calls out to Mark.

“Thanks Paul. Oh and fuck you Vic, I had it under control.” The three guys move to drop their bags off at the bench where Arthur is sitting.

You stand there watching the guys give Mark high fives. The thought of running crosses your mind. These men don’t even know your name, you could be in Mt. Moon within the hour. But what if they do catch you, you could get in trouble with the League or possibly even the cops. Perhaps it would be better to just let the 3 of them fuck you.