(four days people, give me some time to catch up...)
Just outside of Canalave, there was a burly man in a white sailor's uniform, with a heavy tan that made him glisten in the sun. And a rather skinny man, with a pale face and a red Mohawk, holding a yellow Stratocaster. Both were the victorious team in a double battle against two youngsters who almost immediately took their Rattata and Wooper in their arms and ran back towards the nearby city.
"That's another victory for us! Woo!" the sailor shouted, clenching both fists in joy, the guitarist wasn't as satisfied with the victory.
"That was too easy, did those kids really think they could take on Bryon with those shrimps? They're no different from the other kids we've battled this week." He complained
"Just you wait Cail, somebody will come and give us a good battle, to show that our fifteen victory streak wasn't a fluke." The sailor vowed, "in fact, I bet those two kids right there might be it." He said, pointing to a pair of boys walking along the dirt path just to the side of the clearing their previous battle took place.
"You mean the two with the white-haired kid and the Machop?" the guitarist asked, the sailor nodded, the guitarist gently felt his Mohawk slowly bringing his hand along the edges of the hair. "And they say my hair's strange, that color almost makes him look like an old man" he slammed,
"Though, they're leaving Canalave, so that means, if their trainers, they already challenged Bryon, and they're not down, so maybe, they won." The sailor objected,
"Says you," the guitarist sighed, the sailor thought for a moment, to find a way to motivate his battle partner.
"Tell you what, let's make this interesting." The sailor suggested, taking out two-thousand pokédollars, "This wad of money says these kids can end our streak, if it's wrong, you get to keep it. If it's right however, you have to take a dunk in the river. How does that sound?" The guitarist eyed the cash greedily, allowing his weakness to be exploited. He wanted the money, but he didn't want to risk ruining his Mohawk. In the end, he gave in.
"You might as well hand over the money now, let's get this on." He vowed, then turned and briskly walked towards the kids. The sailor followed behind, with a similar eagerness. The money didn't matter to him, but he just wanted to win, or get the priceless photo of his pal without the Mohawk. So either way, he wins.
Brendan and Tyler stopped at an intersection. One path led down a cleared road, heading north. The other led into the woods to the East, and the south path led down a rocky slope. Brendan took out a pocket-sized route map to consult for directions. Tyler immediately greeted the guitarist and sailor who just came by. Brendan didn't pay attention at first, but when he heard the word battle, his head snapped up to see the guitarist send out a Luxio while the sailor sent out a Machoke. Brendan was familiar with Machokes, but the Luxio was something new to him. Tyler also sent out a Toxicroak, one of few Sinnoh pokémon Brendan was familiar with. Brendan then realized that it was a double battle, which meant he was invited. Brendan silently pocketed the map, deducing the odds of the battle from the type match-ups. Since he only had two pokémon with him as of the moment, it wasn't difficult to choose who to battle with. Brendan took out a pokéball on his belt and readied his throw. Machop moved to the shade of a tree, since it knew that it wasn't going to be taking part in this one.
"This one's on you Dusclops!" Brendan yelled. As if on cue, the pokéball hit the ground and opened up, revealing the Ghostly-Cyclops pokémon. Brendan then waited, prepared for one of his opponents to make the first move.
(Tricket, we should try to finish this quickly, don't want to spend too much time in the battle)
