July 5th, Snowpoint City, Ron.
Who the hell was this girl supposed to be? She walked in with a high and mighty attitude, even letting that weird lizard slid around like some sort of inspection? Ron already knew he was going to hate her, but he was a sucker for good looking Vaspiqueen wannabes.
"Woman you're the one who approached us. If you're not looking for a team, then you're either looking for a fight." His smirk turned into a frown as he eyed the new arrival. "WE are actually looking for a third member, so if you're just going to get in the way, I suggest you step aside."
The punk wasn't about to be pushed around by some leather freak. Besides, her puny Pokemon looked harmless while he had a walking flamethrower. Even if Ron couldn't fight her himself, Mari would whoop her ass anyways, he could still humble her down a step or two. "Ron is my name, Ron the unmannered. So, you stepping to the side or what?"
His disgust for the woman had already spread to the slumbering Cyndaquil, causing her Pokeball to shake a few times before she popped out. The small fire rodent yawned loudly, upset she had been disturbed by the negative feelings coming from her trainer. But, one look at Nua and she was already understanding why. If this woman walked as she talked, then Furia was ready to put her in her place.