<div class="floatright">(http://i1066.photobucket.com/albums/u410/Limeyreptile/Marcus-1.png?t=1351026822)</div>Name: Marcus 'Marco' Carmac.<br/><br/>Location: Douglasberg Casino, Beach<br/><br/>Tagging: Draven, Misty, Elly<br/><br/>Current Pokémon: Aerodactyl, Topaz (Larvitar)<br/><br/>---------------------<br/><br/>Walking silently beside Draven, Marcus couldn't stifle his chuckle when he saw the forth part of the upcoming battle. The fact that he'd be able to scrap with not only his mentor: Brock, but also another seasoned Gym leader from Kanto made him feel a childlike glee. When it came to challenges, Marcus shined through with a Tenacity. That same tenacity would probably be a factor that kept him from embarrassing himself in front of his peers or, in Misty's case, his senior.<br/><br/>Hearing the Tomboyish taunting of Misty, Marcus laughed openly at how easily she put down His and Draven's chances by simple fact of typing. It was only funny because of the lecture that Marcus had accidentally given not two minutes ago. He still hadn't figured out Draven, despite how happy he was to simply smile and nod at Marcus' words, so if he got the chance to prove what he said now and perhaps give Draven a reason to believe him: then so be it.<br/><br/>"Do I think I can handle the water? Of course I can." Marcus grinned, staring down Misty with a face of pure single-minded determination. Marcus had to much ambition to allow some Water Gym leader to stand in his way.<br/><br/>Turning to both Draven and Elly, he gave them a single wave. "Good luck you two. Lets put Tetso on the board." Whistling once, the screech of his Aerodactyl could be heard from the sky as it landed next to him with a dull 'thunk' and with it's wing beats kicking up clouds of sand. The Hunter Pokemon looked around at the pack before Marcus put it in it's poke ball, if only temporarily, before stepping to his place on stage. He had far too much on the line to play pleasantries with Misty now. He was in the single minded state of intensity that had so often defined him. He was, for lack of a better term, in the zone.