Having left the Driftveil City, Hilda confidentially moved forward for she was quite all right with her ever so pungent flatulence; it was clear that it didn't bother her having reflected on all the times that she passed gas with it not really impacting her present or future all that much.
"I don't know what I was worried about." Hilda said to herself while casually fanning away the reeking methane emerging out of her smelly shorts; not really taking any mind to the glances she was getting from various trainers present on the western route towards the mountains. "Perhaps like my gas I was having my feelings pent up within me a bit too much. Oh well it's not much I can-"
Hilda suddenly found herself interrupted with an angry Zebstrika charging directly towards her, causing the farting human Pokegirl to jump into the wild grass for safety. Quickly thinking on her feet Hilda grabbed 1 of her Pokeballs and placed it in her brap blaster, letting loose a force that sent the capsule colliding into the zebra Pokemon, with a Gothitelle emerging from within the confines of it.
"All right; I hope you don't mind a little battle." Hilda said upon quickly pinching her nose from her disgusting fumes. "Just give that horse a good psychic blast!"
Trying not to take in her trainer's stench, Gothitelle focused and used her psychic energy to fire various blasts at the Zebstrika who rammed into her with its electrical charged attacks. Gothitelle sighed after being injured various times, pulling a move from Hilda for she revealed the confines of her dress and delivered a psychic powered fart that was enough to weaken the Zebstrika, allowing Hilda to escape safely for she summoned Gothitelle back into the safety confines of the pokeball for it started to rain.