Rumble Town [Sylvester]

The audacity of some people these days was appalling. From around the corner came a young man, colliding with another individual—an elderly citizen who was simply trying to mind his own business on the way to his destination. Another simple-minded brute, eh?

From his seated position at a bench just around the corner's bend, Sylvester took a stand as the senior citizen appeared befuddled, unable to attempt finding any reason for what had transpired. "Finding fault in a genuine accident between two parties? Now that is stupidity at it's best." Sylvester spared a smirk towards the individual, hands slipping into the contents of his grey coat.

"I take it you must have been looking then?" Some people were helpless. At least Sylvester was there, before the man could be harassed further. Instead he picked up his things and made good on the distraction. Two young men with clashing egos never ended well—for either of the parties.

"Perhaps not a lecture—but I do believe you need a lesson." This guy's attitude spoke volumes of hatred and violence. He was the exact kind of trash that Sylvester aspired to cleanse from the world. His left hand brought out his pokeball, glaring as he issued his challenge.

"Do you train pokemon? Perhaps we should have a match." One could tell by the way Sylvester looked at the stranger that he wished there was more he could exact upon this man as punishment. His arrogant disposition would be his own downfall, whether or not it was by Sylvester's hand. The most he could do now was hope to win.

There was no delay in his action nor resolve. Sylvester released the contents of his pokeball, a red beam contacting the ground before the silhouette of his pokemon came into view. Within the next few moments one could see Marley, Sylvester's newly acquired Eevee. His facial expression grew blank, Marley smiling at the stranger momentarily before assuming a distasteful look. "What's your name, friend?" Sylvester inquired for formality's sake.

"I am Sylvester Blackburne." His words were said in a low tone, slipping his pokeball back into the contents of the coat he wore. Taking a deep breath, Sylvester anticipated the battle to come. The only odd end left to manage was wondering how many, and what kind of pokemon this stranger had.

As soon as his pokemon came out and Darius made a command, Sylvester did the same. "Marley, use Tail Whip!" The Eevee immediately heeded this advice, circling around so it's tail could wave about. It may have been costly, however, as the Gible soon made contact with Sylvester's pokemon. With a small cry, Eevee tumbled before Sylvester, with no delay getting back up on it's feet—enraged. Yet another tackle was headed their way.

"Marley use tackle!" As the Gible moved in, so too did Sylvester's Eevee. It probably would not end extremely well for him, but both pokemon seemed to be of similar stature. It was a good match, and Sylvester lucky he did not run into an expert trainer.

"Marley, dodge!" As the sand was flung from the ground, Sylveste'rs Eevee barely managed to escape unscathed. However, the brutish style Darius favored during battle had yet to relent. With another command to attack, Sylvester was inclined to do the same. "Marley, tackle and then follow up with another tail whip!"

So far, Sylvester was fortunate enough that his pokemon Marley had not yet given up. Though they were new friends, it was reassuring that the Eevee was willing to go on. Even after being drawn into it's trainer's battle, Marley held similar resolve to Sylvester. Everything seemed to work itself out, as the two pokemon were set to clash once more. And yet again, it looked very painful for Marley from Sylvester's perspective. Following the second collision, Marley would give another wave of his tail before they resumed their battle once again.

As the Gible came in for another tackle as Marley showed his back, this prompted Sylvester to speak. "Dodge and use Tail Whip!" Scurrying away and avoiding the attack, the Gible would be temporarily dumbfounded. However, it was not long before another move had been made—Sand Attack, which happened around the same time as Marley turned to flicker about his tail, taunting the opponent once more.

"Marley, use Tackle!" Charging ahead with the sand having not reached his eyes completely, it appeared to be a rather reckless charge. The Eevee had put up a valiant fight, but was not exposed to much battling before. Darius' Gible, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the fight. Perhaps Sylvester was going to lose, which displeased him greatly. Yet, at the very same time, he was glad. This was his and Marley's first battle together, and even if they did not win, their willingness to do what seemed right was all he wanted in his pokemon.

Sylvester scolded himself now, watching Marley get pushed around much unlike before. "Marley, use tackle!" He commanded the ball of fur, noticing that his efforts were futile. With one impact followed by another, Sylvester's Eevee was knocked clean off it's feet. Laying on it's side where it could see it's trainer, the saddened expression on his pokemon engulfed his heart with guilt. Before long, Marley closed his eyes and went limp. "Marley..." Sylvester knelt next to his pokemon, scooping them up into his arms and checking for their vitals. He felt ever so fortunate to witness a pulse resonating within.

His fears put to rest, Sylvester stood up, staring at his adversary. It wasn't a glare, but neither was it a look of acknowledgment. He simply stared—expressionless. "Not bad." It would be up to the other trainer to interpret what exactly he was talking about. The battle? His pokemon? Darius' skill as a trainer? Perhaps none of that...

"Let me ask you something. How does it feel for you—to win a fight?" Calm eyes and a relaxed tone suggested he was the least bit worried about the loss. It was his pokemon he worried about most of all, as his reckless sense of conviction got not himself, but Marley hurt.