A/N: Rules say no review responses anymore. I say that doesn't make much sense, because if someone leaves an anonymous review, you can't say anything to them in response. Which sucks, because a writer who used the name ocadam (he's registered now) commented often on Frozen Wind, and intelligently – people like that won't be able to get any author responses.

So, I say… if you leave an anom review, please leave an e-mail address. That way I can respond without having the possibility of the admins stomping down on me for something that I happen to disagree with... (Sandstone sighs deeply) If I was insane, I'd ignore the rule. But frankly, I lack the energy to repost everything, if my account and stories get deleted for breaking the rules, or whatever.

Anyway, this chapter is a mixed product (translation: not pure Sandstone work). Shelby Cloyster is the creator of Trevor, and as such, Trevor's lines are his work, as is the general direction of the chapter. I was in a bloodthirsty mood when I designed my outline, so Mathrara or Anekiro might have lost their lives, if I had my way. Take that as you will. But I did a heck of a lot of modifications to this chapter, even if it is mostly his work. Anyway… well, blame the delay on whatever you like, most if it isn't my fault. I took a week (and a bit more) to make sure the chapter was correct (which speaks poorly of my editing skills), but beyond that, ain't my fault.

seantheimp: Since this is the only way I can communicate with you (leave an e-mail address next time)... well, anyway, Winds of Hope is well underway. Right now, it's near the end of chapter two. Icewind had picked up an interesting... addition... I'll say nothing else.

Kani: Sounds like you're pissed, Sandstone.
Sandstone: Damn straight. Stupid move, in my opinion. What, does it cut down on space? Bah, compared to stories, that's not that much. Just seems like a RAOG
Kani: Stop that.
Sandstone: Oh, sorry… Random Act Of God. I do respect administration, I really do… (looks at his character sheet, which seems to be far toward Chaotic)… or maybe not…
Kani: You would have killed off Mathrara, wouldn't you?
Sandstone: Actually, he's a possible love interest now, since I'm drawing a R-H comparison. Anekiro, or maybe killing off Trevor, though Shelby wouldn't have liked that too much. Maybe I would have killed of Teskara, but I like her, her character hasn't been explored all that much, and if you kill off a minor character, it has little impact compared to if you kill off a very familiar character. So she'll stay alive for awhile, or for the full story, and I'm keeping the Houndoom. His excusable murders will be fun to type, when I get in bloody moods.
Kani: Oh great. This fic's getting darker, isn't it?
Sandstone: Yeah, it is. By Viridian, Icewind will have destroyed a lot of Rocket bases… and Chris and Sanja will stumble onto one of the remains of his attacks.

Failed Deal with the Devil


It took a lot of work, but Trevor's Lunatone, Moonstone, managed to extract the tranquilizers from Trevor's blood. As his friend regained consciousness, Moonstone reiterated everything that had happened while Trevor was unconscious.

Trevor looked at the Houndoom, which was standing beside the corpse, ignoring the pool of blood, and said, "Whoa. That's one powerful Houndoom."

The Lunatone rolled its eyes. (No shit, Einstein. I'm scared of that thing, and I'm basically immune to it.)

Trevor shook his head, and said, "You're not immune to it, Moonstone; you receive half damage from its Fire-Type attacks and regular damage from its Dark-Type attacks…I think. I'll have to look that one up. Anyway, time to extend a hand of friendship."

(To those five?)

Trevor shrugged, repeating the same phrase, with a slight modification. "Yes, to those five. They need to know the truth."

(You mean that you lured them here in order to get Venusaur and Bombshell back from Tssyalo? They've already figured that part out themselves.)

Trevor chuckled, and said, "And you call me a gross exaggerator. Don't you remember Operation Quadruple Cross?"

(You mean where you bring the five trainers to Tssyalo to get the dinosaur and the bomb, unless he double-crosses you, in which case you double-cross him and team up with the other five trainers to take him down?)

He nodded, and said bitterly, "Yes, but I didn't have time to put that plan into action because of that damn dart. And, in case you'd forgotten, I planned to double-cross that cheating bastard anyway. That's why I'm extending the hand of friendship."

(Fra– I mean, Mr. F was right, Trevor. Sometimes you really are dumb as a stump. That boy, the one with the odd Ninetails, will capture that Houndoom and rip you to shreds with it.)

"You underestimate humans, Moonstone. We are not savage beasts, but a peaceful and well-meaning race who try to avoid conflict whenever possible. Give us more credit."

And with that, the boy known as Trevor walked into the group of five, extended his hand, and got punched in the side of the head.


While Trevor had been talking with his Lunatone, everybody else had gone to stand over Tssyalo's mutilated body… well, close to it, the pool of blood meant getting too close was a bad idea. Chris and Kani had worked together to wake up those tranquilized… besides Trevor, who had his own pokemon working on him. At first, everyone had been worried about getting too close to the Houndoom, but when Mathrara had gotten vaguely close to it, even shot a flamethrower a foot away from it, with no response, they'd gone to look. Now, Ash, Brock, Sanja, and Misty were looking at Chris, their faces demanding some sort of explanation about how he knew a Rocket. He'd ignored them at first, using his healing trick to make sure Mathrara would be alright, but now he had no other excuses to stay quiet.

Chris said softly, "I owe you an explanation, don't I? Shaun… well, he was an old… acquaintance of mine." He twisted the word 'acquaintance' to signify 'hated rival', but didn't say the words actually. After a moment, he continued, "Shaun and I never got along, for the longest time. Fought a lot, even got into fistfights... I got beat up plenty thanks to him, he had a gang of friends, I was a loner, except for having Kani around sometimes to send sand at them." He sighed at the memory, and added further, "I'm not surprised that bastard became a Rocket. He even came up with that dumbass nickname 'Tssalyo' on his own, as a crime coverup for when he joined some 'badass gang'." He shook his head again, and looked at the corpse. "Weird, how old friends become rivals, huh? He used ta be my best buddie for awhile, now he tried ta off me." Every time he spoke, his 'accent' became closer and closer to gutter slang, something that Brock, of all people, noticed, and was worried about.

Ash looked at the corpse with a shudder. He and Gary had gotten along when they were young too, before they became rivals at pokemon training. But what if Gary had gone the same way as Chris's friend… he shuddered again, and nodded. "Yeah. It is weird."

Chris rubbed his head, and walked away from the corpse, and the Houndoom, who was standing in the blood puddle, oblivious to everything around it for some reason. After a moment, everyone else did the same, huddling in a group away from the corpse, even the pokemon. Ash asked softly, "Well, now what do we do?"

Chris sighed, and shook his head. After a few seconds, he said (almost normally, though it was rather… flat sounding), "Let your pokemon out first. If they're hurt, I'll help heal them… and we ask them to keep an eye on the other guy's pokemon, just in case." He idly stroked his arm guards, and then looked over at them, his eyes hardening slightly.

Ash and Misty nodded, releasing their pokemon, along with Brock's Rock pokemon. The pokemon huddled in a circle, until Mathrara managed to work up the guts to growl something at the Houndoom, and when it didn't respond, took the corpse away, only leaving behind a pool of blood.

When he returned without the corpse, several of the pokemon, (including Ash's Charizard) relaxed slightly, and spoke softly among themselves. Trev's Sceptile had managed to start talking alone to Tsali and Teskara, as well as Ash's own Bayleef managing a few guarded words, the four Grass types exchanging careful words with each other, but not attacking or fighting each other. Well, until Trev's pokemon decided to 'liven things up' by attacking (mostly, it was the Ice types – a Cloister, and a Glalie) everything that moved with Ice Beams, and then the Linoone joined in with Surf attacks.

After watching the… fighting (it was getting that way, actually – none of the pokemon had taken the Surf attack in good humor), for a few seconds, Ash, Brock, Chris, Misty and Sanja (at differing times) looked at the Houndoom, who was standing nearby. It must have recovered from its daze, it was laughing at the combat (and ignoring the blood that it had spattered on its coat, even though the blood was easily hid by the black-and-red coloring). It blinked up at their gazes, and said in a rather calm voice (though only Chris and the pokemon could tell), (What? He deserved it. Bastard was a Rocket, and an Inquisitor. I had a blood feud with him, I'm within my rights to rip his damn throat out. Don't go all noble on me, none of you can claim any better intentions.)

Sanja looked at the Houndoom, then looked out of the corner of her eye toward 'Trev', before growling darkly, "Then do us a favor and see what you can do with that brat."

The Houndoom shook its head, almost bitterly responding, (At least one of them knows Surf, that nutjob Linoone's proved that enough… I hate water… hydrophobic, with good reason. Besides, that crazy Lunatone over there…) It paused, looking at the Lunatone, who was apparently doing little, but drawing a great deal of amusement from the running battles the pokemon were having, before commenting wryly; (I might be a dark type, but I'm still fire… and that thing's a very strong pokemon, I wonder how that… your word works… brat got a hold of it. I suspect it'll take offense if I try, though the idea does sound interesting, if he worked with that thing… I'll have to think about it…) before looking pained, and turning away, a hurt expression on its face.

Ash, Misty, and Brock exchanged a confused look, since Chris had done his usual 'translation' bit for the four non-pokemon speaking trainers. Eventually, Ash asked, "Uhm… Sanja, is hurting him necessary? He just wanted to get his Pokémon back, and how do we know he didn't plan to double-cross Tssyalo back anyway? It's what I would have done… well… sorta."

Sanja's scowl deepened, and she bit her lip. "Yeah… maybe. But that still doesn't excuse…" She whirled, and punched the trainer who had been behind her, almost as a reflex, her eyes regaining their red hue. She managed to pull the blow enough (on recognizing him) that it didn't cause serious damage, but it did knock him out. She sighed, and shook her head, mouthing, 'Damn berserker instincts…' Misty, her eyes hard, was about to say something, when an explosion ripped through the room, cutting her off.


Ash, Brock, Chris, Misty and Sanja looked at the Lunatone in the center of the room. His Psychic blast had knocked most of the pokemon (minus the dark types, who had used Faint Attack to get out of the way) –and their trainers against the wall. Save one.

An extremely tired-looking golden Forretress bounced to the center of the room, looked up at the Lunatone, and said, (Hey, Moonstone. Long time, no see.)

The Lunatone's voice was tired, as it replied, (Hello yourself, Bombshell. Trevor won't like that you blew up your Pokéball again.)

(Yeah, but it was in the hands of that cheating bastard. Besides, you know I hardly faint when using Explosion. It's part of my gentetikks…genkentics…what's that damn word again?)

(It's 'genetics,' but that's beside the point right now. Is Venusaur there anywhere?)

(You mean the guy who…yeah, he's there. The Ninetails left behind the pokeballs… I think…)

(Free him. I have to talk to Trevor's newest…friends. And will all Pokémon please cease all fighting for about 10 minutes?)

Several of Ash's pokemon responded resentfully, (It wasn't us who started it! You stop those knuckleheads from attacking us, we'll leave fighting alone). An electric attack started to fly through the air, but the Lunatone deflected it, and turned ominously toward the sender, the Linoone. It blanched, and lowered itself to the ground.

(Good,) said the Lunatone, floating up to the conscious humans. (Now, do any of you speak Pokémon language, or do I have to use telepathy?)

Chris shrugged, looking at the others. "I'll translate… joys of having…"

The Lunatone cut him off, saying, (Gifted one with telepathy, I can tell. Tsk, tsk, at least learn to pick your friends better… honestly, a berserker? Seems like she can barely control herself.)

Sanja glared, but then shrugged philosophically. "You try having several demons in your head. It's the best I can do to restrain myself from people who don't deserve it. Guess what? He did, and maybe more." She paused, and muttered, "Damned crazy Lunatone…"

The Lunatone gave the five aware trainers a steady gaze. (Don't make any accusations unless you know they're correct, Sanja. You were lucky in that you were right in that last one about me being crazy.)

Sanja rolled her eyes, and said lightly, "Well, Mr. Psycho …how'd you know my name? Reading my mind? I thought you psychic types at least asked permission. Krited does."

(Your psychic barrier was… decent. I know much more, though your friend Chris there…) It paused to look directly at Chris (ignoring the common concept that most psychic pokemon followed – get permission of some sort before reading), who sent it back a bland glare in response, (possessed the strongest; his name was all I could discern from my probe.)

"That sounds wrong on so many levels," Brock interjected, wincing at the mental image he had.

Instead of responding, the Lunatone seemed to stare into space for a few moments before saying, (Her name will be Julie. You will meet her on Valentine's Day while traveling with Ash, Chris, Misty, Sanja, and my friend Trevor. She will be wearing a blue dress and will have the…erm…'curviest' figure you have ever seen. Watch out for her Azumarill, however.)

Misty looked confused. "Was that… Brock's… love…?" She paused, and then shuddered.

(Love, yes, though it is difficult to tell if it is 'true love'. It'll be a quadruple wedding. I'd recommend inviting Trevor and his Pokémon in order to avoid an explosion of the wedding cake.) Misty's look turned somewhere between disgusted and sympathetic, as she muttered, "I'm not sure if I should feel sorry for the girl…"

Chris, on the other hand, had shaken his head slightly, his eyes distant. He looked over at Kani, who had managed to escape the havoc that Trev's pokemon were causing by simply 'walking out of the way of the attacks, and was giving him a return significant look. Kani only said, (that Lunatone's Future Sight is making a lot of assumptions. I doubt we'll stay together long, even if he's done nothing wrong. Sanja's really quick to distrust, and you're none that better, Chris… you just mask it better. And Ash probably wants to be alone with Misty.)

Chris sent back sardonically, (I figured on that last part, you didn't have to tell me. And besides… I have practice in masking, you're just inside my head too often. You try hiding disgust from the gangs back home all the time, so you don't get beat up, or hiding a look of hate at a trainer who's pushing all your wrong buttons, just because you work at a pokemart.) Kani gave a feline shrug, and waved her tail idly.

Brock looked confused (and also overjoyed), eventually asking, "But how do you know all this?"

Chris looked at the Lunatone, shrugged, and said simply. "He used a move called Future Sight to see into the future. Thought you knew, Brock, Ash told me sometime ago that you were breeder, usually, you gotta know that stuff… or maybe it's me, what with Kani's little knowledge dump turning me into a walking pokedex." He paused for a moment, ignoring Brock's stare, and continued, "Future Sight does read the future… though there is some… what's the damn word… variables in it, the future isn't set. Odds are that you will meet her sooner or later, and you might get married… but I might be dead, Ash and Misty might have become your bitter rivals… you might not be a virgin anymore…" Brock hissed at that line, which Chris shrugged in response to, and continued, "You get the idea. We might not be together when you meet her, so keep an eye out… and nothing wrong with being a virgin. Sheesh, some people are so touchy… eh, I never bought that Tauros-crap anyway…" The Lunatone shot him a look of disgust, but remained silent, until Ash asked the Lunatone carefully, "Are you really crazy?"

(Yes,) replied the Lunatone, a note of dry amusement it its 'voice'. (It's a side effect of being one of Trevor's friends. You lose your sanity after a while…although I can tell your Ninetails never had any sanity to begin with.)

"Na, Mathrara's not insane. Questionable on how sane he is, but he's got some of it… he didn't start the fight." Chris said with a grin, looking at the Ninetails, who had a scowl on his face. Before Mathrara could respond, however, he said bitterly, "But that still doesn't make what your 'friend' did right. You never make deals with the devil, they always go south."

The Lunatone seemed to sigh, saying (There's a human expression that goes along the lines of 'don't judge a book by its cover.' Pass your judgment on Trevor once you know his story.) It paused, and looked deliberately at Sanja, who frowned, but nodded. "Fine, I'll let him explain before I try to break any more bones. I'm tired of fighting anyway."

Another explosion came from near the pool of blood (all that remained of the Rocket – as well as his security force, which had apparently been killed or knocked unconscious by Trev's pokemon) as a dizzy Venusaur hobbled towards Moonstone. Chris managed to translate for the rest, ('sup, Moony…that Forretress sure can…)

The Lunatone rolled an eye, and said, (I know, I know. Try to control yourself. And please don't call me Moony.)

The Forretress, Bombshell, floated up, using a trick he'd learned from Moonstone (though how a bug pokemon could use psychic-like abilities like that no one cared to know). Bombshell simply spoke, while Chris, doing his usual 'routine', translated for him. (I believe some introductions are in order, humans.) Pikachu scowled, and Charizard snorted a bit of flame from his nose, though the pokemon ignored it. (I am Bombshell, the amazing Forretress capable of pulling off the move Explosion without fainting. This is Moonstone, the Lunatone who is also the most powerful Pokémon I personally know. The loopy fellow on my right is Venusaur, the Venusaur whom our friend Trevor rescued from an evil trainer when he was just a Bulbasaur…the Venusaur, that is. Oh, now I'm just confusing myself, so why don't I go bang my head against the wall while Moonstone picks up where I left off.)

With that, the Forretress bounced over to the wall and started slamming himself against Dasban. The Scizor didn't find it amusing, and whacked him with her red claws, making a loud screeching sound that made her cover her ears, and then smacked him on the side, like a ball, sending him into a wall, and bouncing off of it. She rolled her eyes, but continued to bounce the Fortress off the wall. Her only comment was, (He's right, they are all insane.)

Moonstone sighed, which made Ash flinch for some reason, possibly at a bad memory. Misty gave him a concerned look, and squeezed his hand, before the Lunatone said dryly, (Now, where was I…oh, yes, I was about to tell you Trevor's story.)


(I'm going to start Trevor's story around his thirteenth birthday due to the fact that nothing interesting happened in his life until then. Shortly after his thirteenth birthday, Trevor decided that he wanted to go on a Pokémon journey and his parents wouldn't let him. There was a fight and Trevor got in a lot of trouble. Determined to go on the journey, he asked a friend…we'll call him Mr. F…took Trevor to a creek where he could catch a Shellder. After catching one and christening the poor guy 'Shelby,' Trevor's parents found him at the creek. You know, it wasn't a really good idea to pick the stream in Mahogany Town located right behind Trevor's house...)

It trailed off for a moment, then continued, (Anyway, there was another huge fight, Trevor got grounded, and he fled in the night. After weighing his options, Trevor headed for Hoenn, got a Treecko, kicked the butts of everybody in Hoenn, and arrived exactly three days too late to participate in the Hoenn League. Rather than get into a long story about what happened between Littleroot Town and Ever Grande Isle, I'll get to the point: the league was televised, the cameraman had a tendency to pan the crowd for their reactions, Trevor was in the crowd, and his face was shown in the pan at the exact moment when his mother, while flipping through the channels on her TV, tuned in to the Hoenn League for just a split second, seeing her son's face. She alerted the authorities, who were still looking for him in Jhoto, and they phoned an Officer Jenny over on Ever Grande.)

(Let's go back to Trevor for a moment and the rest of the story. Upset about missing the Hoenn League, Trevor called Mr. F and told him about the predicament. Mr. F sent back some more Pokémon as consolation. He had one, the Glalie over there, freeze an Officer Jenny when she confronted him, so he headed back to Littleroot and skedaddled out of Hoenn as fast as possible, randomly winding up here. Just as well that the woman didn't die, it might be bad for someone of his age to have a murder charge on him… the Glalie and I were among the six Pokémon Trevor chose to take with him; he also took the Linoone, the Sceptile, the Cloyster, and a Swellow. He sent the Swellow back after he came upon Venusaur…)

The Venusaur cut off the Lunatone, saying brightly, (Who will take over from here.) The Lunatone bobbed in the air, and seemed to settle, as the Venusaur took a moment, apparently settling its thoughts before continuing. (See, my original trainer was trying to get me to evolve way too early, and Trevor found me and didn't like what that guy was doing.) Ash scowled, as did Chris, at hearing that. For the matter, Teskara winced, and Charizard sent her a sympathetic look, one that the grass-type noticed, but only made her shiver. The Venusaur seemed to notice the exchange, but remained silent about it, though it didn't escape the notice of the human trainer's female friends… or more than friends, though Brock missed the whole exchange. (After a rather quick one-on-one anted battle between me and the Sceptile, Trevor beat the crap out of him and sent him to Sootopolis City in Hoenn. I then became his Pokémon and helped him with his victory in Pewter City, not to mention dominating the battles in Cerulean, Vermillion, and Celadon.) It paused again, and looked at Misty, who shook her head, muttering about her sisters 'getting lamer and lamer'. (Unfortunately, after Celadon, I was stolen by two Rockets named Butch and Cassidy, who brought me to serve the dead bastard over…) It paused looking at the pool of blood, and Mathrara said wickedly, (They'll never find his corpse. It's in the Void, only a Dark type would retrieve it… I think some Murkrow were pecking at it before I left.) The Venusaur seemed to shrug, and continued, (I've been his trump Pokémon since arriving, but I did throw my battle with Bombshell…)

(Yeah, yeah, I'm awake,) interrupted the Forretress. The Venusaur fell silent as the Forretress said (with aid of Chris doing a translation), (Trevor caught me outside of Celadon when I was a Pineco and turned me into a lean, mean, battling machine.) At least one pokemon rolled its eyes, and mouthed, 'Egomaniac', not that the Forretress noticed. (I was supposed to be used to get back Venusaur, and my test was Sabrina at Saffron City. I creamed her; don't ask how, my memory's jarred at the moment.)

Sanja said softly, "Actually… I was watching that battle. She was just a bit surprised by the fact that you exploded several times." The wry note in her voice about 'a bit surprised' made a note of the fact that normally, a pokemon fainted after using Explosion, if it didn't wind up dead.

Not that the Forretress seemed to care, it just waited for her to finish, and continued, (Anyway, we got here, Siggy the Linoone killed the power and most of the traps, and when we got up here we battled with the dead man. Moonstone was locked in his Pokéball for the whole fight, so it was a 5-on-6 battle. Tssyalo said he'd ante up Venusaur if Trevor anted up me; if Trevor won, he got both, otherwise Tssyalo would keep us. Basically Tssyalo would lose a Pokémon, and then Trevor would, then Tssyalo, then Trevor, until finally he had to use me to beat the Muk. I hit it with a Zap Cannon and Rapid Spin it to pieces… stupid flamethrower hurt a lot… so Tssyalo sends out Venusaur and I zap him with Zap Cannon and Earthquake him until he faints. Frankly, I'd kinda suspected that he'd thrown the fight, but I was never sure, but anyways, Tssyalo sends out a Houndoom who keeps hitting me with Fire attacks. His last attack hits me right after I use explosion on top of him, so…)

(The match was a draw,) interjected Moonstone. (Thank you for helping, Venusaur and Bombshell, but I can take from here. You see, since Trevor didn't win, Tssyalo decided to be what was his… usual self… and say that Trevor had lost the bet and took Bombshell. Trevor asked if there was anything he could do to get Venusaur and Bombshell back, and Tssyalo said that if Trevor brought you guys here, then his Pokémon would be returned. However, Trevor didn't trust Tssyalo, so he told his remaining Pokémon that he planned to double-cross Tssyalo whether or not he got his Venusaur and Forretress back, since he really didn't expect Tssyalo would give them back. He snuck back to the Pokémon center, grabbed his Gardevoir, and came right back here to find you guys. He also wanted a rematch with the cheating bastard and probably would have stepped into the fray had that dart not punctured him.)

The Houndoom, who had apparently been listening, growled softly, and muttered, (Wouldn't be needed. I was going to rip out his throat, and anyone else who got in my way… even your brat, if he tried anything… or you gifted ones…) The Lunatone ignored it, and finished, (So that's Trevor's story. There's a bit about guns that I don't need to go into at the moment, but other than that, any questions?)

The five trainers stared at the Lunatone for a minute before Chris responded, "Nope. I guess he's… a bit stupid and overconfident to do that, when all he needed to do was have you use Psychic from a nearby window when Tssalyo was around, but whatever… why was he staring at us back at the center?" Sanja sent Chris a hostile look, and he quietly added to her, (Deal with that later… you want to stay here for a long time? The smell of blood's starting to bug me.)

"That's for me to know and you to find out."

Everybody turned around. Trevor was standing up, staring down the other five trainers. He looked moderately scary, even though he was only four foot eleven, while the shortest of them (Chris, actually) had several inches on him.

"Moonstone, did you tell him my life story, or have I not been out that long?"

Before anyone else could say anything, Misty said dryly, "Talk later. Get out of death-trapped Gym with unconscious Rockets now. Ash, I can't believe you've forgotten for this long."

The Houndoom looked up at her, and disappeared with a burst of shadows, while Ash and Brock (and Ash's Pikachu) rode out on his Charizard. Misty rode on a Gyrados that could levitate itself out. Chris remained still, and looked over at the blood, before sighing, and looking over at Mathrara, who (besides Trevor's pokemon, and the trainer himself) was the only one left. With an accent that bespoke his upbringing, he said thickly, "'cmon, let's go…", as he lightly rested a hand on Mathrara's back, the two disappearing in a burst of shadows, Sanja and the others having already gone with Kani.

Trevor was the last one behind, and he looked over at the pool of blood, and made a face, before turning, and walking out of the gym, his pokemon floating or walking beside him, a grim guard. He completely ignored the guards, which were questionable if they would live or die, as he walked out of the gym, safe enough since all the traps had already gone off.