New Mahogany stands majestically before Moe, who stops his mad dash just to marvel at it. "Well, fancy that! A town built on the Lake!" He leans against a tree, catching his breath. After a minute, he stands straight, grinning. "Right! First to the Pokemon Center, and then, explore the town!"
*Ten minutes later*
Moe sits comfortably on a chair as Nurse Joy heals his Pokemon. "Here you are, sir. They're all rested and comfortable!" "Ah, thank you dear medicine woman!" Moe heads outside, taking a look around New Mahogany. "Right! This Gym sounds interesting. And everyone seemed to want me to go there. Let's take a look, shall we?"
He heads off down the path, walking at a leisurely pace. He stops to read a sign in front of the Gym. "Gym Leader Joshua Gates, Dark-type specialist. Interesting. We've beaten Dark-types before, right? This should be fun." "WAAAAIIIIIIT!" "Huh? What was-" Moe is tackled from the side, rolling off the path. He lands on his back, his assailant kneeling over him. "You... *pant* are not... *pant* prepared!" His attacker is a girl, around his age. She's about a foot shorter than him, wearing blue jeans, black boots, an orange t-shirt, and a green jacket. She has black hair, reaching her shoulders, and green eyes. "Wait, I know you! You're-" "Just... *gasp* let me catch my breath... Woo... Okay." She stands, offering Moe a hand up. He grabs it, standing. "You're the girl I met on the Ice Path! Kerri, right?"
The girl thinks for a second, then nods. "Yep. I've been watching your progress. Trust me, you need more training." "Well, I think I've done pretty well so far..." "Hush. This Gym will be much tougher than anything you've faced so far." "So what do you propose?" "Battle." "Battle?" "BATTLE!"
Kerri tosses a Pokeball, revealing Houndour. "Oh. Battle. Right. Tank, you're up!" Moe tosses Tank's ball, revealing the Tirtouga. "How fitting. Let's see who would have won back on the road, shall we?" "Wait, what?" "Houndour, Howl!" Houndour Howls threateningly, baring his teeth. "Tank, Withdraw!" Tank retracts himself into his shell, waiting for Houndour to attack. "Bite, Houndour!" "Tank, Rollout!" Houndour jumps forward, meeting the spinning Tank midjump. The impact knocks Houndour back, while Tank wheels around for another attack. "Smog!" Houndour belches out a cloud of purple gas, but Tank cuts through the gas to hit Houndour again. Houndour struggles back to his feet. "Bite, Houndour!" Houndour bites down on Tank's shell, but Tank spins in his jaws, causing him to drop Tank. Tank lands and spins up Houndour's leg, slamming into his chin. Houndour falls down, then crawls away, whimpering behind Kerri's leg. "Okay, he's out!" Tank stops spinning in front of Moe, panting heavily. "Yeah, Tank's done too."
"Not bad. But here come Poochyena!" "Ditzy, front and center!" Kerri sends out Poochyena, while Moe sends out his Zubat. "Start things out with the 'Sonic!" Ditzy lets out a blast of Supersonic soundwaves, causing Poochyena to whimper in protest. "Poochyena, Sand-Attack!" "What?" Poochyena kicks sand into Ditzy's face, causing her to cough and sputter. "Ditzy, Astonish!" Ditzy swoops in, screaming furiously as she blitzes Poochyena's head. "Bite the bat!" Poochyena bites Ditzy's midsection, eliciting a squeak of pain. "Ditzy! Counter with Leech Life!" Ditzy bites Poochyena, drawing blood to heal herself. "More Sand!" Poochyena kicks more Sand at Ditzy. "Ditzy, keep draining!" Ditzy swoops in again, but misses, barely avoiding the ground. "More sand! Just a little pile, right on Ditzy!" "How much more sand do you plan on throwing?" "ALL OF THE SAND!" Poochyena attacks Ditzy with more sand, and Ditzy's next Leech Life misses. "Bite her again!" Poochyena trips in his confusion, smacking his face on the ground. "Ditzy, I need you to aim, and drain. Can you do that?" Ditzy swoops in, comepletely failing to hit. "For real this time!" Poochyena chomps down on Ditzy, now that the confusion has worn off. "Please, Ditzy! You're hurt bad! Maybe we should retreat?" Ditzy instead uses Supersonic, and when Poochyena leaps, he falls flat on his face. "Lucky move!" "Let's hope my luck holds! Leech Life!" Ditzy misses. "Dagnabbit!" "Finish her! BITE!" Poochyena crouches, preparing to stike, then hurts itself in confusion, knocking itself out. "What?" "What?!" "WHAT?!" Ditzy crashes into Moe's shoulder, clinging on in exhaustion.
Kerri ponders her predicament, posing poignantly. "Perhaps I misread you. This is problematic. One final test. Sneasel, you're my last shot!" "Ditzy, take a rest. Time for Cyndaquil to shine." Sneasel and Cyndaquil appear on the battlefield, ready to face off. "Cyndy, start with a Smokescreen!" "Quick Attack!" Sneasel moves forward at a blur, backhanding Cyndaquil across the face. Cyndaquil releases thick black smoke from his back, obscuring the field. "Tackle, Cyndy!" "Screech!" Cyndaquil slams into Sneasel's stomach, causing Sneasel to let out an ear-piercing shriek. Cyndaquil staggers back, holding his head. Even Moe grips his ears in pain. Kerri calmly inserts a pair of ear plugs. "Sneasel, Scratch." Sneasel slices at Cyndaquil's head, knocking him over. "Cyndy, Ember!" Cyndaquil's back flames flare to life as a small fiery orb forms in his mouth. Cyndaquil spits the ball of sunshine at Sneasel, knocking the taller Dark-type onto his rump. "Scratch again!" Sneasel jumps up, but the oily smoke causes his eyes to water. He swipes, but misses. Cyndaquil's next Ember hits true, knocking Sneasel onto his backside again. "One more Ember and your Sneasel is done for. Cyndy, meanwhile, still has the strength to tough out Sneasel's claws. I suggest you yield, for Sneasel's sake." "Okay, okay! You win. Sneasel, return."
Kerri recalls her Pokemon, giving Moe an odd smile. "I guess I was wrong. You might stand a chance against the Gym Leader after all. Consider me practice then. And keep up the good work. I'll be keeping an eye on you." "Now hold on, you can't just-" Kerri shoves Moe to the ground, running away before he can get up. He stares as she disappears from sight. Cyndaquil walks over, a worried look on his face. "Quil?" "...Who was that pretty lady?"