Gardevoir and Roserade's match had now started as Gardevoir held up a defensive stance. However, while she looked poised to counter whatever came her way, her opponent simply had a natural look to her. In a way, it was rather intimidating.

Either way, the girl would not allow this to get to her. She had a feeling that the flower was simply trying to fool her into rushing at her so she could be set up for a counterattack. But if Roserade did not attack, the two would simply end up staring at each-other for a long time with nothing progressing.

"Gardevoir is smart to be on the defensive, but it doesn't mean much if Roserade doesn't attack," Blaziken said as Hitmonchan shrugged, replying, "If you ask me, a good offence is the best defence. She should just rush her."

And it was not long until the French fans started to agree, one of them shouting, "WHAT THE HELL, GARDEVOIR!? WHY ARE YOU JUST STANDING THERE!?" the girl's eyes going wide as another shouted, "We came to see a match, not a staring contest!" many others jeering her as she whimpered.

Roserade smirked before the Italian fans joined in, one of them adding, "At least that French punk is doing something! Roserade doesn't even seen to care!" the other Italian fans jeering her.

"Geez, they really want some action," Machoke uttered as Aipom sighed, "Yeah, fight fans are like that. I'm just hoping Gardevoir doesn't cave in," Gallade biting his lip and hoping for the same thing.

However, while Gardevoir was feeling a little torn up about being booed by so many people like this especially when no one ever gave her treatment even close to this level before, Roserade was devastated to hear her fans responding to her strategy like this. She loved positive attention and to hear such backlash made her lose it as she snapped, "YOU FOOLS WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND AN INTELLIGENT STRATEGY IF IT BIT YOU IN THE FACE!"

The crowd went silent as Hitmonchan spat, "GARDEVOIR, SHE'S DISTRACTED NOW!" the girl nodding and charging toward the flower, sending her elbow hard into the back of her head as Nori stated, "And Gardevoir takes full advantage of Roserade's rage, knocking her flat on her face!" the French fans cheering as one of them shouted, "Pardon, Gardevoir, I shouldn't have said such a horrible thing!"

'How does Machoke deal with this so much?' Gardevoir thought as Roserade rose to her feet, taking a deep breath and saying, "You should have hit me harder than that," before swinging her red bouquet into the girl's face.

The French viewers along with Gardevoir's friends were rather confused as this actually dealt no damage whatsoever. It seemed Roserade's flower bouquets were just as strong as normal flowers. However, the Italian fans were now back on the flower's side as they knew she was trying something else entirely.

And this was soon made clear when Roserade released colourful fumes from her flowers, saying, "Sweet Scent," Gardevoir's eyes widening briefly before lowering into a heavenly look, Roserade moving her flowers away from her face as Machoke asked, "What's going on? I've never seen Gardevoir with a look like that before," Gallade replying, "I think I know what's going on and it's not good."

Roserade backed up as Gardevoir moved toward her, looking as though she had just been seduced. Her mind was telling her to snap out of it, but not even she could resist such an alluring smell.

After toying with her a bit, Roserade smirked and sent her knee hard into the girl's gut. Her eyes widened as Roserade planted her red bouquet into her face again, saying, "Sweet Scent," releasing the smell again thus distracting Gardevoir before sending her arm into the side of the girl's head.

The flower proceeded to use her technique again, striking Gardevoir as Gallade's eyes widened, the boy barking, "GARDEVOIR, STAY AWAY FROM THOSE FLOWERS! THEY PUT YOU UNDER A SPELL EVERY TIME YOU SMELL THEM!"

The girl's eyes widened as Roserade laughed, asking, "But if you try to avoid my flowers, you'll never hit me," Gardevoir then remembering something she was taught when she was little and by Gallade no less.

His advice was that if she ever came close to something with a rancid smell, she should just remind herself that she did not have a nose. And while the flowers were not rancid, their smell was certainly having a negative effect on her.

As such, the girl put on a serious look and said to herself, "I have no nose," Roserade blinking and asking, "What are you babbling about now?" Gardevoir repeating the words, "I have no nose," to herself before raising her arm and getting close to Roserade.

The flower simply threw her red bouquet into her face again, shouting, "SWEET SCENT!" only this time, Gardevoir completely ignored the smell and smacked Roserade hard in the cheek, the flower's eyes widening as she found herself too spellbound to react, Gardevoir hitting her with five more slaps before sending a palm punch to her chest, sending her flying into the turnbuckle.

The French fans along with her friends went wild as Gallade sighed, "I'd forgotten all about that," Hitmonchan asking, "Was that your idea?"

Gallade nodded and replied, "It helps for us noseless types," the boxer squealing, "You're so smart!" giving the boy a hug.

Roserade finally snapped back to reality as she took a deep breath, saying, "I don't know how you managed to overcome that delightful smell. No one has ever been able to resist its sweetness, but that's okay because I have more up my sleeve."

With that, Roserade decided that being on the defensive had failed enough times as she sprinted toward Gardevoir, holding her arms back. When she was close enough, she threw her arms out and aimed them at Gardevoir's cheeks only for the girl to easily see this coming, raising her own arms and blocking them with ease.

However, Roserade smirked and said in an elegant tone, "Rose Bush," thorns now coming from her entire body including her arms and legs as Gardevoir's eyes widened, blood dripping from her arms as she quickly retracted them. Roserade smirked and rammed her arms into Gardevoir's cheeks, not only causing pain from the attack but also poking holes in her thanks to the thorns.

Machoke winced and uttered, "Oh god, that's terrible!" the others staring at him as he added, "I remember when I was a kid, I tried to pick a rose for Mom's birthday once but ended up being poked by its thorns. Before my training at Hero School started, that the worst pain I had ever felt!"

Reika took a deep breath and said, "Well, this certainly isn't good. Gardevoir's not very good when it comes to using her feet in combat, so she relies on her hands for most of her moves and that makes it difficult to hit Roserade in this state."

The Italian fans went wild as Nori stated, "And with that, Roserade is back on the offensive!" Roserade sending her arms and knees toward Gardevoir, the girl too scared to try and fight back as she ended up taking in a number of blows, the announcer adding, "Gardevoir simply can't do a thing, but I can't blame her! I've touched rose stems before and they are beyond painful!"

Even the French fans could not help but feel for Gardevoir right now as she was now covered in holes, her body starting to feel weak. She saw another swing coming and backed up a bit before noticing one of Roserade's thorns grab the material of her jersey, her eyes widening as Roserade took a small chunk out of it, Machoke freaking out when he saw it damaged like that.

But what really got Gardevoir thinking was that the jersey had actually prevented her from taking in pain that time as Roserade had only gotten clothing, the flower saying, "I may as well destroy the whole thing. It might help your true beauty take form," but just as she was about to go for it, Gardevoir simply took a deep breath and said, "Don't bother, I'll remove it."

Everyone stared as Machoke asked, "Wait, she's just caving in?" Scyther asking, "How is this even important?"

Gardevoir took off her jersey before hurling it into Roserade's torso, now covering up her thorns. She then sent a palm punch to the flower's chest, sending her flying into the ropes this time as she hit them hard, bouncing off and falling forward, landing flat on her face.

The crowd went wild as Gardevoir still took in a bit of pain from the thorns, but since they were covered by her outfit, her hand did not bleed as a result. The French fans were going wild as Hitmonchan said, "Wow, I would have never thought of that," Aipom nodding and replying, "The best part is that clothing doesn't count as a weapon, so that stunt was perfectly legal."

However, just as Gardevoir's advantage had finally returned, Roserade recovered with ease and smirked, saying, "You think that alone would be enough to defeat me? You're even more foolish than I thought!"

The flower then pried the jersey off with her arm and placed her other one against it. After that, she proceeded to scrape her arms against the material, the jersey soon torn to shreds as Gardevoir bit her lip, trying not to let this get to her. After all, she knew this was likely to happen.

Machoke was not having such an easy time getting over this as he spat, "HEY, THAT WAS A PRESENT FROM ME TO HER!" Roserade blinking and saying, "Oh, so that's why you held onto it for so long. I didn't realize it had such sentimental value, but even so, if any of my friends were to give me something like this, I'd tell them that it's gross and I don't want it."

Gardevoir frowned, Roserade looking at her and adding, "Now I just need to find a way to get that collar off of you," the girl gritting her teeth and squeaking in a rather threatening tone, "DON'T YOU DARE!" the girl charging toward the flower and grabbing hold of her arms.

The crowd gasped as the thorns pierced the girl's hands, but she no longer cared as she now truly detested Roserade. Sure, the flower may have been a hero like her, but that did not give her an excuse to act so disrespectful and full of herself.

With that in mind, the girl leaned back, lifting Roserade up as the flower's eyes widened with shock, Gardevoir planting the back of her head hard against the mat. The crowd went wild as the girl released her hold on the flower, taking a deep breath. Thanks to her new power, she could finally pull off something like that without being in a dire situation.

She did not let this opportunity leave her like she had the last one as she proceeded to leap into the air, planting her feet hard into Roserade's back. The French fans cheered wildly for her as Gallade's eyes were wide with shock, the boy uttering, "Wow, she's really growing up now."

Hitmonchan nodded and added, "Well, she also looks extremely angry," Blaziken saying, "Yeah, I don't think I've ever seen her actually get mad before."

Roserade got up only to receive a few slaps to the face. After a few good hits, Gardevoir sent a palm punch into her chin while squeaking, "PALM UPPERCUT!" the flower backing up and rubbing that very spot, Gardevoir uttering, "I just thought of a new signature move."

Roserade was now staring with her eyes wide open as she asked, "Geez, girl, is this all about the jersey!? Seriously, let it go!" Gardevoir retorting, "No!"

A look of rage formed in her eyes, Machoke uttering, "Remind me never to get on her bad side," the girl adding, "This is about your whole attitude! What gives you the right to dictate how other people should look or how they should dress!? You may be a hero, but that doesn't give you the right to run people's lives! You act so full of yourself when, to be perfectly honest, you're not that pretty!"

The entire area was full of gasps now, Roserade clasping her bouquets over her mouth. She could not believe it. No one had ever told her such a thing before. People would often ask to take photos of her to which she always agreed. Lots of high-class rich boys had gone out with her while the lower-class citizens wished they could do the same.

"You may be a rose on the outside, but on the inside, you're a weed!" Gardevoir exclaimed as Roserade gritted her teeth, her blood now boiling as she trembled in fury. As if being told she was not that pretty was bad enough, being called a weed was simply too far.

With that in mind, the flower took a deep breath and closed her eyes, a strange energy filling her blue bouquet as she stated, "My red bouquet is only capable of releasing a sweet aroma into my opponent's nostrils, but my blue bouquet has a completely different power all together. It is quite a boorish technique, so I prefer not to use it, but you have given me a reason."

Soon enough, the entire bouquet was covered in a bright orange sphere of energy as the flower exclaimed, "WEATHER BALL!" rushing at Gardevoir, the girl taking a hard punch to her chest, her eyes going wide as she was the one sent flying into the ropes. However, the hit had been so hard that it had sent her over the ropes, knocking her out of the ring.

All went silent as Gardevoir was still breathing, but she was having trouble moving as Beedrill started counting. If he reached twenty seconds, the girl would end up losing the match for sure as Roserade took a deep breath, noticing her blue flowers had been wilted as a result of the attack. This was another part of the reason she hardly ever used the technique as it would be a whole twenty-four hours until her blue flowers regained their original colour, but she saw this as a good time to use it.

Everyone stared as Gallade spat, "GARDEVOIR, GET UP!" Hitmonchan adding, "COME ON, I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT!" the others joining in as Machoke barked, "ARE YOU GOING TO LET HER GET AWAY WITH THAT!?"

The girl wanted so badly to get up right now but she was feeling incredibly weak as Beedrill had already counted to eight. Roserade simply folded her arms, a smug look on her face as she truly felt that she had won now.

"Once that countdown is over, I will rip that collar of yours off of your scrawny little neck," the flower said as Gardevoir's eyes widened, the girl gritting her teeth as some of her strength had now returned.

Beedrill was now up to fourteen as she slowly pushed herself up, the wasp just about to count to nineteen when the girl placed her hands firmly against the side of the ring. She then crawled back into it and took many deep breaths.

The French fans went wild as Machoke took a deep breath of his own, sighing, "Oh my god, that was terrifying," Gallade and Hitmonchan simply nodding in agreement, the two not saying a thing.

Roserade's eyes widened, the flower trembling was Gardevoir slowly moved toward her. The flower's look of fear soon shifted to a grimace as she spat, "NO! I WON'T LET YOU WIN!" rushing toward Gardevoir and sending a knee kick to her gut.

The girl simply ignored this and grabbed hold of her leg, twisting it as Roserade fell on her side. However, there was no way the flower would let victory out of her grasp as she proceeded to send a kick toward Gardevoir's shin only for the girl to lift her foot up in time to avoid it, stomping it down on Roserade's ankle.

The flower growled and threw her left hand toward Gardevoir, shouting, "WEATHER BALL!" only to remember she had used up her energy for the day, her eyes widening as Gardevoir grabbed hold of her wrist, hurling her high into the air.

Everyone stared in amazement as the girl leapt up to Roserade's level, clutching onto her head and flipping her over before shouting, "METEOR BOMB!" her legs spread out and floating above her own head as she planted Roserade's head hard into the mat, the flower's eyes and mouth wide open.

With that, Gardevoir released her hold on her and took a deep breath, Beedrill starting the countdown before reaching ten, ringing the bell and exclaiming, "AND THE WINNER OF THE FIFTH MATCH OF THE HERO OLYMPICS IS GARDEVOIR!"

The French fans went wild as the Italian fans stared in absolute shock, Gallade taking a deep breath and saying, "I have to admit, I was a little scared back there," Aipom, Hitmonchan and Reika nodding.

Machoke on the other hand simply gave Gardevoir thumbs up as she noticed this, a bright smile on her face as she squealed happily, waving her arms in the air while jumping up and down. She could not believe how well she had done so far, not only making it to the fighting tournament but even advancing to the second round. She would have never imagined this happening if it had not been for Machoke's influence.

With all said and done, the girl looked down at Roserade, the flower too shocked to move right now as she was soon carried out of the ring. However, rather than looking at the flower with spite, she simply hoped Roserade would be okay. Sure, Gardevoir may not have liked her, but she was still a fellow hero and it would be a shame if she was out of commission.

Soon enough, Gardevoir returned to the crowd as all of her friends patted her on the shoulder, Reika saying, "You were awesome, Gardevoir," Cici nodding and adding, "I wish I could be like that," Gardevoir smiling sweetly and replying, "I could give you some lessons sometime if you'd like."

Beedrill then took a deep breath and stated, "Well, with that out of the way, the next two fighters will have five minutes to prepare themselves!" Garchomp getting up from the crowd and turning her gaze toward Lairon who glared back at her.

Lairon certainly looked like a tough challenger for sure. He was a stocky dinosaur with a dark-grey torso made of steel. He also had silver armour that went along his back and connected to a helmet over his face, jagged spikes going down his backside. His eyeballs were blue but his pupils were black.

Both headed toward the training rooms to ready themselves as Aipom mainly focused on Garchomp. Sure, she may have been forced into helping the dragon, but she did hope that Garchomp was still grateful for her efforts. She hardly knew the dragon but a part of her could not help but root for her.

And after five minutes passed, Beedrill held up his mic and exclaimed, "Alright, folks, it's time for the sixth match of the Hero Olympics to begin!" the wasp pointing at Nori as the woman nodded, exclaiming, "In the red corner, hailing from Vietnam, a dinosaur made entirely out of metal and honing a strong spirit, Lairon!"

The Vietnamese crowd went wild as the dinosaur walked toward the ring with a big smile, waving to the crowd and exclaiming, "Thank you all for your support! You're a wonderful audience and I promise to wipe the floor with Garchomp for you guys!"

"Wow, he really likes his fans," Nori stated before adding, "And in the blue corner, coming to us from Russia, a ferocious dragon with a terrifying presence, Garchomp!"

The Russian fans cheered heavily as the dragon rushed into the area, leaping forward and planting her claws into the floor before propelling herself up into the ring, landing perfectly on her feet. Lairon simply rolled his eyes at this display as the dragon smirked.

Garchomp was unbelievably tall, one-and-a-half times Lairon's size. Even so, the dinosaur refused to let himself be intimidated as he had always been taught to be strong even in the worst of situations, and size hardly mattered to him anyway.

After the two stared each-other down for a while, Nori rang the bell thus signalling the start of the match.