Dennis
A gentle bubble of thought enamored Alba, moving her to hum as deep thought swept through her mind. Her eyes remained shut from the world, pondering possibilities within imaginative darkness. "Mambrino does need training," Her words carried themselves like falling leaves at the mercy of the wind. Crimson joy erupted from her eyes and an enthusiastic clap called to Zoro. "Let's have a one on one," Her words flew with sweet joy, "I'm sure Mambrino would love helping Sharpedo train!" On beat, Mambrino fixed the borders of his gaze on Alba. Yet, he quickly withdrew his vision into the distance, as if some third party waited to behold the comedic nature of his emotional absence.
Charles
"Hm?...Ah, very well then! I have been training up something special with Sharpedo. I was wondering I would have a chance to test it out. And what better way than with someone I know is strong?"Zoro said, smiling softly, yet in a confident manner towards Alba.
Sharpedo would overhear this, and soon would roll, excited to hear that she'd get into a battle once more.
Zoro would soon grin and clap in return, smiling to her as he spoke."Then let's do it! It'd be a good way to see what both of them are capable of, no?"He said, as Sharpedo would [somehow] leap off Mambrino and onto Zoro, who fell over rather easily- You try catching a shark without falling over. Either way, he laughed and would pet Sharpedo some, but looked up to Alba, nodding."I'll let you pick a spot this time, yes?"
Dennis
"No, but I have carried a Mambrino," A faint laugh escaped the woman as she rose from her shaded throne. Alba inspected the cliffside, taking in the windswept view. With a couple of steps, Alba left the cool realm under her umbrella. With diligence, Mambrino followed behind in silence. He too surveyed the area, siding by his trainer as she walked further away from the cliffs edge. "Cavalier," The armored creature drew his first words. His voice took a deep yet distorted tone that dripped with a metallic filter. "Oh, yes here is perfect," Alba exclaimed, delighted that her dear Mambrino spoke. 

"Very well, let's set up the battlefield," Alba gestured with a sleeve clad hand, summoning one of her other companions from its pokeball. Before her floated a ghostly Chandelier, possessed by flame and malice. "My dear Flama," She beckoned her Chandelure with a smile, "Please create a battlefield for us." Without a second thought, flames scarred the cliffs earth with precision. Once the act was finished, there remained the borders and delimitations of a proper battlefield. Nothing more remained scarred by the ghastly flames, a testament to the creatures precision. "Thank you, Flama," The woman spoke with a bow, returning the ghost to its rest. "Shall we, Zoro?" She called out to her would be opponent as she and her companion took their places on the field.