Cleo
Becker ran over to his Crawdaunt and hugged it tightly. "Yes! Good job Jenova!" The Crawdaunt hugged back before letting go and returning into it's pokeball. Becker stood up and put his hands on the side of his hips. "Just 5 huh? Well your pokemon where very very tough. It's been a while since my Bisharp's head was hurt so much" He grinned happily as he whistled his Honchkrow to return into it's ball. He turned to listen to her, he frowned as he put the pokeball into his pocket. "Man, that sucks. But your right, experience does make you stronger. Though sometimes a pokemon battle is fun not just by the wins" As Becker talked, he put his hands behind his head. "I'm not so sure as to why. Maybe it's my head always wanting adrenaline non-stop. But when I'm in a battle, I always seem to be cheering for both sides of the party"
Charles
"Well you got that right..." Bea continued to say. She looked around at the damp cavern walls. Every day that passed was a chance to learn something knew. What Bea did there that day was experience a knew battle. Maybe she could learn from her mistakes next time. After a small nod, Bea tightened herself and continued to walk down the cave. "If this is a comfortable experience for you than do what you wish. I'm not a cave person myself, so I'll find a way out" She said, beginning to leave. "It was nice knowing you, Becker. I hope we could battle again someday"
Cleo
"After that battle, my pokemon need a proper rest. So I'll probably head to the mansion and hit the hay" Becker yawned just after he finished talking, stretching his arms and back before grinning at Bea. "Nice knowin you too Bea. When we do battle, I hope to have an even tougher fight" He laughs, putting his hands on his hips one last time before walking off into a tunnel in the caves. His shoes echoed throughout the dark damp cave