Celia
*The older man simply gives a nod and a bit of a smirk, walking a bit to stand across from Leon. The terrain is what he expected— plenty of interesting things to use in battle, and definitely a good spot for a Pokemon with the ability to fly..* "Yes yes, I'm ready when you are..." *He went to his Pokeballs and took one of the middle ones of the belt. Bringing it to his eye level, he seemed to whisper a few things to whatever Pokemon was inside, before lowering it again and smiling at Leon, making it clear he had chosen his first Pokemon and was waiting for Leon to do the same.*
Robbie
Maybe he wanted to try something different. Even if it's just this once. Tossing his cape aside, Charizard who's still present from his Pokéball, catches it as Leon flows onto summoning his first Pokémon. "Let's go, Mr. Rime!" After a good toss, the old man appears in a white light. Once he hits the floor, he's tapping his feet automatically while hovering his icy cane slightly. Truthfully, the ice/psychic type wasn't expecting the mountain scene for a battle. But everything is *Almost* Unexpected with Leon at the anchor. The Galar champ plant both his feet well on the ground, his attention focused as his body is slightly turned toward the other. "You next," He says unnecessarily.
Celia
*An Ice/Psychic, hmm? He smiled, already formulating guesses. To be honest, even he didn't know for sure what would come out of the ball he threw, but it'd have to work. Throwing the ball forward onto the field, a bright light bursts from it as always, revealing the form of Roserade. Sycamore seems to think for a second, before he nods at the Pokemon that turns back to face him.* "Kick things off with a Nasty Plot!" *The Grass/Poison type seems to murmur as it glows an eerie red and black colour for a few seconds, raising its Special Attack.*
Robbie
Leon raised an eyebrow. A Roserade which is a poison and grass-type Pokémon. A few licks from a psychic move and the old man might be able to take down the hip Roserade. But he can't assume things would sail so smoothly as his opponent's first move is a Nasty Plot. Maybe, at this moment, Mr. Rime should go for an attack, but that's not what his plans were in the beginning. "Mr. Rime, your Light Screen, let's go!" Upon hearing the command, he waves his hands in the air and a shield pops up around the old bloke. That Nasty Plot would be soften from the move most likely neutralizing it.
Celia
"Alright, now go for a Taunt! Don't let him set up on us!" *Roserade began to leer at Mr. Rime, trying to rile him up. The flowery Pokemon had a strange expression, almost urging the doubly-effective Pokemon to try its hand and attack.*
Robbie
The old bloke almost glare back at Roserade from seeing it look at him strangely. He didn't take kindly to that. Leon's marvel about terrains this and terrains that runs through Mr. Rime's head and the Pokémon would tap his icy cane hard over and over on the ground. With one loud *Thud* From his final hit, ice stretched from the tip of the cane, lacing the ground and making its way fast toward the Roserade. "That's right, Mr Rime. Freeze Dry!" It almost looks surreal as the ice races toward the opponent Pokémon. And with Mr. Rime and Leon at the higher ground of the mountain, it could almost look like an avalanche.
Celia
"Dodge it!" *Roserade moved with what could be seen as way, way too much agility for a Pokemon with such tiny legs and huge bouquets. Jumping diagonally into a nearby tree to dodge the attack, it continued to stare at the opposing Pokemon.* "Alright, use Night Daze!" *Now, it seemed to grin almost wolfishly, this would be the big tip-off that something wasn't right as the Pokemon lept from its spot on the tree, a large sphere of dark energy forming around it and flying towards Mr. Rime.* "What will you do about this, I wonder..." *Musing, Sycamore watched Leon to see how he'd react.*
Robbie
Either Leon was tripping or he heard Augustine command for his Roserade to use Night Daze, a move that the grass/poison-type wouldn't originally learn. But Leon doesn't show much faze as he stands there smirking. It's always the interesting people that are out for his blood, as if testing him. "Take it, old man," He encourages Mr. Rime. With the Light Screen up, it should neutralize the hit even with that Nasty Plot. Still, oh boy, the super-effectiveness from it causes Mr. Rime to take it hard despite that. But he has faith on the stubborn bloke to receive it. "Good! Now Mirror Coat!" The ice/psychic-type's eyes widen and the area around him pulse. A purple tint embodies the Pokémon before it blasts this energy back to the Roserade.
Celia
*Roserade... Simply grinned as the attack phased through it. Landing on the ground near Aegislash, it quickly put its two bouquets together as a stream of fire shot out from between them [Flamethrower] at the Mr. Rime. Meanwhile, Augustine was pretty sure the Galar Champion had a good idea what was going on, looking at him and giving grin.* "Type matchups are an important part of battling, right?"
Robbie
*"A Flamethrower now?"* With how the Mirror Coat seem to have just grazed it, Leon has a hunch what this Pokémon may be. Any trainer in their right mind wouldn't send out a Pokémon that's effectively weak to the other, type-wise. Either if they're so full of themselves or— "It's a Zoroark," He mumbles to himself. He should've known from that move Night Daze anyway. But with the weird stuff going around him, it was possible a Pokémon could have been genetically engineered a move. He feels guilty. Augustine wouldn't be the type of person to do something like that on his Pokémon. The line of fire shoots toward them and Leon would urge Mr. Rime to simply "Skate." The old man 'mon would step on the ice field that it created for itself earlier and slide on it, dodging the Flamethrower. He doesn't stop there, and continues to slide toward the opposing Pokémon. "Another Freeze Dry!" Skating, Mr. Rime would use the remaining icy terrain, expanding it more as an attack.
Ana
*Roserade tried to jump away once more, but it was hit by some of the ice created by the attack, flying back just a little. As it had the ground, it shimmered once, twice, and then dissapeared entirely. In the place the small Grass/Poison type had once be, there stood Augustine's Zoroark, grinning as it sunk down into a more feral stance.* "Get in close and use Night Daze!" *Once it had recovered, it rushed at the skating Pokemon, the dark bubble of energy forming around it again to blast the Psychic type.*
Robbie
With now the revealed Zoroark torpedoing toward them with another Night Daze, and with Mr. Rime sliding very fast toward the opposing 'mon from the icy incline, the old bloke wouldn't be able to dodge with the speeds he's going. He plans to clash it with another attack."Dazzling Gleam," Leon told his Pokémon. Mr. Rime does what looked like jazz hands before he starts glowing and the attack of sparkles shoot toward Zoroark's attack.