Trainer Name: Brandon

Pokemon:

Skipper - [16/16]

Marshtomp - [16/16]

Arbok - [30/30]

Beedrill - [30/30]

Primeape - [30/30]

Riolu - [25/25]
Items: Pokeball x4, Revive ×1
Healing counter: N/A
Points: 66


Brandon and the group followed Ty through hallway after, they hit no trouble until they reached the room that had the crates in it. They were moving the remaining crates from the room, Brandon immediatelly sprang into action, he grabbed the sole pokeball on his belt and shouted " HOLD IT RIGHT THERE PR**KS , MAKE ANY SUDDEN MOVEMENTS IN ANY DIRECTION AND YOUR DONE!" , however, before finished the grunts had already put down the crate, called for back up, which amazingly arrived instantly and let out their pokemon and approached the group. They each let out mockish like remarks, one grunt said the most smart a** remark of them all saying 'Can't you read? The signs say staff areaonly, you must be ounished now'. Brandon almost chuckled at one and retorted quietly but loudly enough for them to hear "Staff area only..." here Brandon chuckles "More like criminals area only, considering thats what you all are. Speaking of criminals, I got news for you, you stole the WRONG GROUPs' pokemon, but you will find this out soon enough anyway". After finishing, he quickly studied all the enemy's pokemon, they all were decently strong, he would have little trouble defeating them... With his normal team, but now he only had 1 pokemon, how were they ever going to defeat these guys with the equilevant of a full starter team combined? Then Brandon thought about his pokemon and the only thing standing between him and rescuing them were these puny grunts. He knew they had to defeat them, that they WOULD defeat them, they would defeat them for Skipper, for Marshtomp, for Primeape, Riolu, Arbok, for all their pokemon. Brandon didn't even know what pokemon he had, he pressed the button on the pokeball to release the pokemon within. With a flash of light, out came the pokemon, a Nideran. It was sort of a relief, Brandon was comfortable fighting with a Nidoran, having a Nidoran of his own. The little poison type reminded him of his Nidoran, she was safe in the pokemon storage system, if he somehow managed to across a pc, he could withdraw her and have her on his team once again. Brandon took a deep breath and spoke to the poison type "Hello there, my name is Brandon, I am pokemon trainer, I rescued you from pokemon thieves who stole you away from your trainer and who stole my very own pokemon..." here Brandon paused and pointed at the grunts in front of him "See those men? They are the thieves who stole you away from your trainer and if given a chance, will steal you again... I have great experience as a trainer, my pokemon love me and would fight to the death for me, if they were here, they would tell you personally, but since their not, all I can ask is that you trust me and that you take me on my word. If you work with me and listen to my advice, I will personally make sure they don't steal you back and will even make sure you get back to your trainer. What do you say?" he said all this because he wanted the pokemon to trust him, to willing fight alongside and so that they will fight their hardest against the grunts, the grunts that helped steal her from her own trainer. The took one look at the grunts disguised as waiters and then turned back to Brandon, nodding. Brandon smiled at the Nidoran and then he pointed to an opposing enemy Weedle and and said to the Nidoran "Nidoran, use poison jab on that Weedle!". Nidoran instantly obeyed and with his poisonous horn aimed at the opposing weedle, he charged.

Attacker: Nidoran
Opponent: Weedle
Attackers hp: 15
Opponents hp: 20
Bonus: N/A
Attackers remaining hp: 0
Opponents remaining hp: 5

The Nidoran had fought hard, but the opposing Weedle was just a LITTLE stronger. The Nidoran fainted, but injuried the opposing Weedle sigifinicantly, it seemed to be slower moving around, it also seemed to be in some pain.

Brandon would keep his promise to the Nidoran, he would find its owner and return him/her to them.

First though, he needed to get past these stupid pathetic goons and rescue his own pokemon. Brandon had done all he could with what he had, atleast battle wise. He just had to hope the rest of the group had enough pokemon to finish the job.

Brandon knew he would have to get past those goons regardless, win or lose , he began making a silent plan of action to handle the goons and get them to show them where the rest of the pokemon were, in case the group just couldn't defeat the grunts in battle. The only thing Brandon knew for sure was, that he was going to get those goons to show or else tell them where the rest of the stolen pokemon were, even if he had to play really really dirty to do it.