Paul
Babette would arrive on the mountain top with a surprisingly minimal amount of sweat and wrinkles. She prided herself on always maintaining a appropriate appearance and doing so was one of her best kept secrets. She would turn to address Baxter. "Is this the spot where you wished for us to battle?"
Julia
Baxter would cease his running when he got to a suitable point where he could face her, "It is indeed, I could could only hope for an exhilarating battle", He finished as he un-buckeled on of his great balls from his chest, His stance alone should progress.
Paul
Babette would simply nod, producing a luxury ball from onw of hwr many pockets. "Very well. Then let us see to it than. Come along Andre." She would release the sulrpuff from the ball. The surpuff would do a flip happy to be out. It had been a few years since their last battle and they were very much looking forward to it. "Puf puff!" They would eye Baxter.
Julia
Baxter would throw his ball into the air, Suspended, And falling to the ground, the light from the ball would be an entrance to a Simisage that made itself clear, It wore a angry expression with a grin, Obviously ready for battle, "Simisage has always been a ruthless one, He's a good first choice."