The girl followed Steven’s gesture to the neutral arena. Its simple layout provided a neutral ground for a battle where no particular type held advantage. She didn’t favor its simplicity.<br/><br/>“Why not make it interesting?” She asked, giving Steven a coy smile. She turned her head and gave a point of her thumb over her shoulder.<br/><br/>A series of pillars had been erected around the arena, rising from a water pool. The stone pillars were battle damaged, chipped and cracked.<br/><br/>“Our Pokemon battle on the platforms. If they fall into the water, they’re disqualified.” She gave a little shrug. “I don’t have any flying Pokemon, so it’ll be an even fight with your two fighting types.” She goaded, “Come on big guy, or are those muscles just for show?”<br/><br/>Steven peered at the arena, knowing his Pokemon had never trained for a special battle classification. Such a challenge would provide ample experience for the two young fighters. He crossed his arms and looked at Hitmontop and Pancham, gauging their readiness for such a conflict. He looked the jogger in the eye and gave a stern nod, accepting the challenge.<br/><br/>As the battle between and Eleyna and Yoriko got under way several arenas away, Steven and the jogger took their positions Pancham and Hitmontop leaped from the edge of the arena out over the water pit and onto the nearest pillar, testing its stability.<br/><br/>The jogger, smirking, tapped the Pokeballs on her belt. “Wartortle, go!”<br/><br/>She tossed out a Pokeball and Wartortle appeared. Her fingers rested on another Pokeball, a knowing grin on her face. Her opponent only had fighting type Pokemon and she was intent on exploiting it.<br/><br/>“And for my second…!” She threw the Pokeball, the beam of light arcing and forming a shape.<br/><br/>Mr. Mime stared across the arena with its peculiar smile.<br/><br/>Hitmontop and Pancham, disciplined as they were, felt a sudden unease beneath the Psychic Fairy type Pokemon. In type alone they were utterly outmatched. But the bold Pancham thumbed his nose and cracked his knuckles, not about to be intimidated by the brightly colored opponent.<br/><br/>The jogger, planted her hand on her hip and shouted, “Alright, let’s go! Wartortle, Water Gun! Mr. Mime, use confusion!”<br/><br/>And the battle was suddenly on! Hitmontop and Pancham charged, jumping across the pillars to close the distance and get into attack range. Hitmontop’s eyes went wide as he was suddenly hit by Wartortle’s Water Gun. He stumbled and realized he’d been pushed very near the edge of the pillar. He swung his arms to regain his balance and keep from toppling backwards off the edge.<br/><br/>Pancham, mid jump suddenly felt the effect of Mr. Mime’s confusion attack. He landed and winced, giving a shake of his head to ward off the attack’s effects. But the psychic move was impossible for the fighting Pokemon to shrug off. His vision doubled for a moment, but he refocused and warded off the confusion effects.<br/><br/>Pancham grimaced and, with narrowed eyes leaped toward his opponent's platform, attacking with a Low Sweep against Mr. Mime.<br/><br/>Seeing the attack, the jogger girl yelled, "Wartortle, Protect Mr. Mime!"<br/><br/>Wartortle shouted, "Tortle~!" and jumped in front of Pancham's attack, pulling his limbs inside his shell, taking the blow for his teammate and Protecting himself!<br/><br/>The jogger followed with another command, swinging her arm broadly. "Mr. Mime, retreat to that platform!"<br/><br/>The Pokemon gave a short nod and jumped to an adjacent platform. The only platform near enough to reach it was small, and with a quick hop the Psychic Fairy Pokemon made it even more difficult for his opponents to reach him.<br/><br/>But Hitmontop wasn't about to let the Pokemon with the type advantage escape! He jumped and twirled through the air from platform to platform, deftly landing on the small platform which was the only one adjacent to Mr. Mime's position! But unknowingly, Pancham had pursued Mr. Mime as well, landing on the platform at the same time as Hitmontop. The two fighting types collided, and, on the small platform, had no room to reassert their balance.<br/><br/>"Wartortle! Water Gun" The jogger shouted. "Blast them off! Mr. Mime use Psywave on that Hitmontop!"<br/><br/>The attacks came hard and fast! Pancham was hit by Watergun, the force of the blast shoving him into Hitmontop who flailed, looking over the edge of the pillar to the water pit below as his feet were pushed nearly from the platform! Mr. Mime's hands began to move and his eyes glowed above his suddenly menacing smile! Hitmontop was struck by Psywave and stumbled, falling from the platform!<br/><br/>Pancham, grimacing with the leaf in his mouth nearly leaped to attack Mr. Mime, abandoning his teammate! It was onlyt at the last moment that he saw Hitmontop falling form the platform and jumped, extending his short arm to grab the Pokemon's leg and prevent him from dropping all the way!<br/><br/>The jogger clenched her fist. "Finish them off!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>