Paul
"I... I do have a... A problem.."

Calem stepped back slightly, a bit scared of what could happen to him. Sure his Chesnaught could defend him if Quinton tried anything but if they got out a Pokémon and *Then* Tried to get to him then his Pokémon would be occupied and he'd be screwed. But, then again, this was just so wrong in his opinion, perhaps he could make a compromise?

"U... Uhm... M..Maybe you just need a friend to give you a... A better idea of things Monsieur?..I... It may of been a bumpy start, b... But I'm sure it'll be better, I... I can be your friend if you'd like?.."
Adam
Quinton scoffed at the boy's act of heroism. He stared over to Calem, eyeing him before looking to back to the shady spot in the corner of the islet. His expression looked tired, he wanted to sleep. 

''Kid, I don't know what kind of world you live in, but the real one doesn't include treating Pokemon like royalty just because you battle with them. You're the trainer, you train them to do what *You* Want. That's all there is to it.''

He walked past Calem, bumping his shoulder slightly as he passed him. He turned around to face one once more. The trainer folded his arms to his chest, sighing. ''I guess I'll leave you and your Pokemon to play house on the beach. I'll take my leave.'' He let out a soft sigh, reaching for an ultra ball on his side.
Paul
"But.."

He sighed and looked down, flinching upon being bumped. It didn't really hurt and he wasn't over-dramatic or over-reacting, he was just so scared of this person that he thought they were goijg to hurt him badly.

"C... Come on Marisso, I... It's fine.."

The Chesnaught however, wasn't having it. It picied up Quinton by the back of the collar and growled, despite their trainer's panic.

"E... Eh! I... I'm so sorry Monsieur! Hhh- M... Marisso, i... It's really ok, p... Please put them down.."
Adam
The trainer was lifted from the ground. Before he knew it, he was in the grasp of the Pokemon. A whistle escaped his lips before looking to the Pokemon. His dark red eyes beamed down on the duel type Pokemon, an eery smile looming on his face. One thing was obvious, The Tyrant wasn't scared.

He peered over to its trainer, shaking his head slightly. ''One would think a powerful trainer from Kalos like yourself would at least be able to control their Pokemon.'' He cleared his throat slightly before dropping the ultraball that was in hand. 

''I guess I was mistaking..'' He spoke right before the ultraball behind him exploded open. A blinding red beam of light erupting from it to release the Pokemon within. Quinton didn't come here to fight, but it seems that's what the challenging Pokemon wanted.

Salamence, the dragon-type was now looming behind the trainer. It growled explosively at the fighting-grass type. Fire was exhaled from its nose as it eyed the Pokemon with its hands on its trainer. The Pokemon didn't move though, it silently waited for Quinton's command. 

''It is in your best interest when I say, I suggest you tell your untrained excuse for a Pokemon to unhand me-'' His voice was now replaced with a low growl.
Paul
The Pokémon's grip only tightened as Quinton spoke, not caring about the Salamence which supposedly could defeat it. The boy stayed were he was, his fists clentching as he rubbed his eyes slightly.

"M... Marisso is *NOT* An excuse f... For anything!"

The Spiny Armour Pokémon threw 'The Tyrant' down, not incredibly agressively but not gently either. Honestly, at least Calem didn't have his Pinsir out because that thing wouldn't of hesitated to crush Quinton's skull as it was a rather aggressive thing and when it got protective AND angry then boy are you screwed.

The dual type Pokémon then went back to it's trainer, picking them up and holding them softly as the young boy ignored Quinton and their dragon for the time being and just softly pet the Chesnaught.

"You're a... A good friend, Marisso, d.. Don't listen to them.."
Adam
The moment the Pokemon tossed Quinton, Salamence kicked into action. It jolted forwards, letting its trainer land on its back. The Pokemon glared at the Spiny Armour Pokemon with the same look of it's trainer. It was obvious Quinton had his ideals have worn off and left an impression on his Pokemon as well.

Quinton patted himself on the back of the Pokemon, peering back to the hardheaded Pokemon the boy had. The boy's Pokemon was lucky Quinton held a more obedient Pokemon's Pokeball within his hand. A Pokemon like Tryantitar would've latched into his Pokemon pal like a bear trap at the sight of them threatening its trainer.

''I didn't say anything about your Pokemon 'being a good friend', kid.'' His glare beamed onto his Pokemon. ''Huh,'' He rubbed his nose before peering over his shoulder. ''Its getting late.'' He said down to his Salamence. He looked back at the trainer now, eyeing him rub his eyes as if he was just about to cry or something.

''Pfft, pathetic.'' He scoffed before he sat down on the Pokemon's back. ''Get us out of here.'' He commanded Salamence before laying back. The Dragon-type exhaled more fire before flapping its wings one time. The sheer force of the updraft sent them into the air. They then hovered in front of the child and his Pokemon. ''Better get your Pokemon under control, an emotional move like that could cost you more than a win. It could get Pokemon or even you into some deep shit.'' He spoke from experience. 

The two then shifted in the wind. Quinton now leaning back to lay on his Pokemon's back. He whistled once before the dragon shot off into the air. Behind them, a large air draft was sent towards the two in the sand; sand peppering them as the wind raged through.