[Taylor Van Laar]

He nudged the robot along, shaking his legs every time she tried to latch onto them. Her greenish grey frame shook, and she let out high pitched beeps every time he forced her away from the comfort of his presence. Having a Pokemon who wanted nothing more than the hide behind him and use him as a shield was not going to be helpful in the slightest, and if he was to do anything to make his so-called parents proud... Well, he would need to either strengthen her up, find a way to boost her confidence, or all of the above.

Selma let out a cry, or something close to that, as movement from above caused dust and rubble to fall nearby. Once more, he felt the familiar pressure around his legs and tugging at his slacks, and once more he tried to shake the young robot free. "If you're going to keep acting like that, then Stjin will get ahead of you in no time." He kept his hardened blue gaze towards the path ahead, only sparing a few glances around when something slightly interesting was passed or when a noise came from above or behind. He paused his steps and caused the Elgyem to run into the back of his legs. She let out a squeak in surprise, using the opportunity to cling to his leg. This time, he did not shake her off.

idc what you throw at me.

[Chromatic]

I threw a Baltoy at you.

Species: Baltoy
Ability: Levitate
Gender: Baltoy

• Explosion

• Power Trick

• Rock Tomb

• Extrasensory

[Taylor Van Laar]

The Elgyem slowly peeked out from behind the boy's legs, peering past the white fabric of his uniform tinted a faint grey by the dust and dirt of the ruins. It was then that she saw why her trainer had halted: a Baltoy gradually spinning on its axis. The clay Pokemon had yet to notice them, something that she was very glad for. The Pokemon tilted her head up to see her trainer, noting the serious expression on his face, the slight furrow of his brow, and the thin line his lips formed. He was thinking. No, he was observing. She turned her own attention back to the Baltoy, but she did not see what was so interesting about it. They should just move on! Deciding that, she tugged at the boy's pants, struggling to get his attention.

Taylor moved his leg, slipping it behind the Elgyem and pushing her forwards after hooking his foot to her back. She let out a few startled beeps and struggled to return to her original hiding position. "Stop that. It's probably a trap, but you need to train. I put it off long enough." The robot seemed to wilt from his words, and she reluctantly turned towards the wild Pokemon. "Calm Mind," he commanded, keeping his attention focused on the Baltoy. The clay doll turned towards them, finally noticing their presence. Selma let out a chain of beeps as their gazes locked, and she quickly looked away as she tried to, well, calm her mind. It was more to actually calm her than to boost her power, but the added effects were welcome. After all, it meant that this should go by more smoothly.

When she refocused on the situation at hand, her trainer had already moved out of the way. Confused, she turned towards the Baltoy, noticing the large rocks breaking from the walls and the ground as psychic energy wrapped around them, forcing them into the air. They were flung at the Elgyem, and she couldn't dodge in such narrow conditions. She ducked her head, bracing for impact as her body grew rigid. The rocks landed and dented her body, but the damage was not nearly as great as she had been expecting. Confused, she looked over to her trainer for guidance. Taylor provided her no comforting looks, and instead he only provided her with a new command: "Hidden Power."

The lights on her hands began to blink and glow as her energy began to manifest itself around her in small balls of pale grey light. Her beeping grew from a steady drone to a rapid alarm as she thrust her hands forwards. The energy followed the movement, shooting through the hallway like bullets. The energy collided with the doll's form, knocking the Baltoy off its axis as more dust was kicked up, clouding the air and making it harder and harder to breathe. Taylor seemed to be the only one suffering as he moved to cover his nose and mouth with his sleeve, coughing every so often into the material. "So your hidden power is dark..." He mumbled to himself, narrowing his gaze as he tried to see through the dust for the Baltoy's next attack. There was a spark, and then there was an explosion.

Taylor dived backwards, turning his back to the forceful energy. His hands moved away from his mouth and instead shielded the back of his head and neck as his body collided with the ground and skidded a few feet. He waited for the ringing in his ears to dull, biding his time by slowly counting to himself and processing the battle's information in his head. A faint beeping drew him from his thoughts, and he began moving his hands away from his head, pushing himself up and letting the rubble fall away from his body. He was covered in dirt and dust, and he was quite certain his hair was now the color of ash. He sighed as he stood and turned, surveying the damage as well as searching for the Baltoy and Elgyem. Selma stood near the explosion zone, covered in more dirt and scrapes than he was. Yet, she was still standing--er, floating. The Baltoy, however, was down for the count after sacrificing what was left of its health.

"Perhaps that is enough training for the day."