Shirley
*"Stop wasting my trick room, stop wasting my trick room!"* Allister sighed, placing a hand on his hip. Leon was playing the stall for time game, which wasn't fun for someone who used a bit of a glass cannon team. As the surrounding area started to crack and blur together, almost as if waking from a fractured dream, this told the young gym leader that his advantage was about to run out. Cinderace was doing a damn good job, ducking and jumping around the rocks that were sent its way, so keeping up the current pattern seemed pointless. Plus, he wanted Chariot to still have access to rock tomb later. Leon's pokemon was getting low, so all he needed was another decent hit, regardless of what. 
"Dusknoir!" Allister called, getting the ghost's attention. He help up his hand, telling the other to stop, before snapping, and before he knew it, Leon's cinderace would be rushed with a barrage of shadow punch, an out of nowhere move that it hopefully wouldn't dodge. *Hopefully*
Kathryn
Cinderace evading those rocks was quite fun! It was like parkour in itself and maybe the fire rabbit was getting too carried away. At least if they're stalling out this darn field magic, Leon is fine with having his Pokémon frolick around. The area is starting to clear up of this special space, even if the sky is still murky grey. Huffing and folding his arms, Leon watches as this goes on for a few more moments. Battles really are fun!—
Then, Cinderace was punched to the dirt like he was whacked by a bully! He continued to be pounded though, so unsuspecting when all the fire-type starter wanted was to have fun... It seem the Pokémon fainted—Or is it? When the dust cleared, Cinderace had its arms folded across its chest like its trainer, having embraced itself with an Endure! Was it even needed anyway? If the playing field still allow them to be slow, Cinderace wouldn't be able to bring out the next move before Dusknoir. Well, they might as well clash attacks then! Cinderace starts getting up, its ability *Blaze* Acting up.
Shirley
Despite his hidden smile, Allister's eyes were glowing again! As he had a mixed feeling of frustration, joy, and excitement. Cinderace was still standing, just barely, and was now charging up another attack. The distortion was almost gone, but he just needed *One* More hit! Of course, that's what he said last turn... The same song and dance was repeated, with dusknoir this time using rock tomb. Thanks to almost gone trick room, he just barely had enough time to attack, but depending on what happened next, both off them might be going down this turn. Still Allister couldn't be doing better, as despite what people said about him, he didn't like losing, but he didn't like winning to easily either. He was in fact one of *Those* People who loved close matches.
And damn, this one was gonna be close. For as aggressive and forward as he was, in battle and out, Leon played the survival game really well!
Kathryn
Yes! The effects of Blaze got the flames of Cinderace's souls fired up! It readied a Pyro Ball as soon as Allister's Dusknoir went for another one of his rock-type moves! Dirt can kill a fire, drowning it of any oxygen and making it completely deplete, but with Cinderace's ability and determination—and a yell of encouragement from Leon—the Pyro Ball strikes the flying rocks as they exchange blows. The rabbit Pokémon falls to the ground, but it's smiling, breathing from having its moment to shine at least. Leon felt it, that every time his Pokémon faints, he's a bit melancholy. But that sadness is soon erased when he knows the next Pokémon would carry out for Cinderace's sacrifice! "Good job, Cinderace!" He returns it back to his Pokéball for a well deserved rest. "Setting up, huh? Good idea, Allister!" Now, his next Pokémon would be- "Mr. Rime, on stage!" He gives a twist of his body and—with what looked almost like a pitcher's throw along with a split seconded stance— the ice/psychic-type is summoned! The old man Pokémon taps its feet gleefully as if it's happy to join the battle.
Shirley
It worked! After exchanging blows, some of the flying rocks finally hit, knocking out cinderace. But wow, did both of them have to work for it. Allister smiled, looking away when Leon complimented him, before his fainted dusknoir immediately drew his attention back. He called Chariot to return, and upon doing so, held the ghost's pokeball close to his chest, whispering a "Thank you," Before clipping it back on his belt. Right, who's up next. Leon sent out a Mr Rime, and the boy knew exactly who he needed. Even though he was a bit dinged up,
"Chandelure, I need you again!" And he sent out the fire-ghost type against the psychic-ice type. Basically no better option, but he had to be careful. Just in case Leon had a *Certain* Pokemon hanging around, he wanted his Chandelure alive after this. Raising his hand straight up, Allister brought it down with a loud snap, as per usual, telling Dreamer to use his second move, mystical fire. And the happy chandelier began to gather energy, created glowing embers that swirled around and threatened to consume the icy mime.
Since trick room had ended, and the battlefield was back to normal, he wasn't actually sure which pokemon was faster. They just had to wait and see!
Kathryn
The fire surrounding Mr. Rime would scare any ice-type... But not *This* Ice-type! Leon needs Mr. Rime's handy special defense for later, so he needs to get out first. "You probably know this already, but there's more than meets the eyes." Leon said it to sound cool. He's not sure if he used it right. "This battlefield is perfect! Now, Freeze Dry the ground over here and then to the lake!" Mr. Rime tap its cane with an audible *Thump*, ice stretching from where it contacted the ground and grazing a path to the lake. Leon's mind is whirring like a machine as he's wondering how this would play out. It's sure to be obvious though. Bringing a foot forward, Mr. Rime slips on that sheet of ice, making it so that he's skating toward the lake. Unfortunately, he couldn't duck out from the surrounding flames and was scorched. So much for keeping that special defense for later. Other than that, he's still a dandy chap! Mr. Rime would continue its course to the frozen pond.
Shirley
That was *Not* What Allister expected! But if Leon was gonna get creative, so was he! "Chandelure!" He called, pointed at the ground in front of the lake. It was grassy, and the ghost type knew exactly what to do. Changing its approach, the last of the fire was angled at the ground, just as Mr Rime was out of range in the middle of the lake. Now with a literal firewall in between them, the other was trapped on the lake which would eventually start melting from the heat. Mystical fire didn't do as much damage as Allister had hoped, thanks to endure, but it *Did* Tell him one thing. Dreamer was faster than Leon's pokemon.
The gym leader smiled, before snapping and pointing at where he believed the Mr Rime was, on the other side of the flames. Smoke was also building up from the burning grass, and his Chandelure took advantage of it, firing off a shadow ball that his opponent would have a hard time to see coming.
Kathryn
Mr. Rime made it to the lake, oh yeah! Now, he just has to get Chandelure over here and then his next step would be complete—but the lake was also scorching up! There's fire surrounding it and Leon realized he can't see Mr. Rime through it. Not even the old man could, too, as a Shadow Ball entered the fray and hit him smack dab in the face! It recoils but grits his teeth, trying hard to not get flounced by the attack. The ice that Mr. Rime has created earlier is starting to melt and his shoes are getting wet. One fact: the ice/psychic-type needs to get out.

It *Might* Have been Leon's mistake to summon a type disadvantage, but he really wanted to see how a terrain can change a style of battling. Stadiums are all flat field, so this lake area is where they can get creative!

"Hold on, Mr. Rime! Let's drench that fire out, huh? Psychic!" Now standing on a wobbly piece of ice, Mr. Rime's eyes glew. Its hands raise up as if it's praising the sun and then—tendrils of water shoot from the surrounding lake water! They attack the bank, distinguishing the fires. The water would wash up the shores near Chandelure while Mr. Rime attempts hopping from ice piece to ice piece to get back on land.