Sloane looked at Max right in the eyes. The thought of trainers doing that to a pokemon caused her heart to cease up inside. They purposely catch a pokemon just in case they lose? Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. Sloane looked over at their opponents and set her jaw, her nose wrinkling a little. That just wasn’t right. Not only did it not sit well with the moral side of Sloane, the side that the Kimonos had drilled into her since she was young, but it also hit her somewhere in her core. Being treated like you’re unwanted, not needed, and then just given away without a second thought. Sloane grew up with that feeling and knowing that these people were causing the same feeling in their pokemon made her want to snarl.
Parashu noticed Sloane’s sudden shift in mood. He lowered his head down to Sloane and nuzzled her a little. Sloane looked at her shiny sandshrew. She saw the look in his eye, the way that he felt he had a duty and dedication to Sloane and Sloane alone. She nodded to herself, dug her walking stick’s tip into the dirt, and let out a low growl.
“Oh, I’ll beat them all right. They won’t know what hit them,” Sloane replied, casting a glare at their opponents.
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