<div class="floatright">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/202893822/large.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Choko Hideki<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12 (2 PM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ethics<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN, some mentioned<br/><hr/><br/>Do not taunt the literal goddess among men. That was the only thing Choko could think of when Sabrina showed off her power, especially her teleporting. Her discussion of type matchup made her remember Angelo's favorite trick-for a time, he held a preserve that was absolutely lousy with electric types and encouraged Trainers to use it before visiting his gym. Then he dropped a Swampert onto them, and watched as all those electric attacks fizzled against Swampert's ground typing. His nickname was "The Brainiac of the Deep" for a reason.<br/><br/>Sabrina's bit closed, then she turned around and raised her hand. Without waiting, she began to speak. "In the end, between us...typing might not mean much. Pokemon are strong, but Professor Sabrina said it herself, they can only apply that strength in limited ways. Even an Alakazam can only flex its incredible mind in extremely limited ways." She said, unaware that Sabrina's heritage was an Alakazam! "But us? We're smart. We're cunning. It's our minds that make us dangerous, not our powers. And just imagine the fights we could get into. I might beat Fire, but imagine a fire type trapping me in a burning building and blinding me with smoke. I'd be dead. And that's not even getting into how a fight between us, even at our levels, could destroy half of Saffron if we really got into it. It's not like the League, where there's rules and a code of conduct to prevent horrible things happening."<br/><br/>"But!" She continued, before anyone could get a word in. "The most dangerous, the darkest possibilities are just that-possibility. It's also possible that we could, say, save a bunch of orphans from a burning building. It's also probably a rare thing, but...we can all be better than the fear of the worst. It all comes down to what we choose to do." With that, she awkwardly lowered her hand down, feeling some burning stares and getting a sense that some people were laughing internally at her...but whatever. She spoke her mind.<br/><br/>And who knows? Angelo might have said the same thing to Sabrina long ago. Maybe that was why she had let her speak for so long.