Tristan was teaching as usual. Showing his recruits how to properly address someone in need as it would be a common situation they would find themselves in when exploring a dungeon and they find someone in need. Everything seemed normal, nothing out of the ordinary.
"The trick is to reassure them, show that you're there to help. Focus on protecting them at all costs, as if they were a close friend of yours. Like family if you want to go down that route. Just make sure they're always calm as you keep venturing the dungeon. If you're ever trapped, outnumbered and they're with you, be sure to send at least them, but preferably both of you, to the guild with your badge."
The beginners were eager to learn, sat down in front of Tristan, listening to everything he had to say. There were a couple of lectures similar to this a week, but the dewott made sure not to bore them for long.
"I want you all to get into pairs. Take turns playing the role of the explorer, and the one in need. See both perspectives as you act like you're in a dungeon. Next month I'll be taking you all to a proper one, so you can experience what it's like. It's only fair right? Can't keep you here forever!"
The dewott chuckled. And yet, as the Pokémon chose their partners to act out the scenario, something didn't feel right. Something was out of place, yet Tristan still needed to figure it out.
Attention darted to a Pawniard who burst through the doors to the guild. The dewott was quite annoyed at this sudden interruption however he was also quick to bear a calm tone.
"Doragon, what brings you here? I never realised you were one for teaching youngsters"
The dewott snickered, teasing the steel and dark type who was a little out of breath.
"This is no time for jokes boss. They're coming. Every single one of them. And we don't have time to prepare at all"
The pawniard finally caught his breath and ushered everyone up onto their feet
"This is not a drill, or a joke itself. We have to evacuate everyone. I managed to convince them to leave the townsfolk alone but-"
"But they're going to be heading this way instead"
The dewott knew what situation they were up against. He worked together with Doragon to evacuate everyone out of the guild but themselves, and within the nick of time as well. The front of the guild burst open in a cloud of smoke, Tristan and Doragon responding with drawing their weapons. Those being two scalchops and their blades.
"I have raised this guild into the proud group it is today. And though the building may come crashing down, and thought it may seem futile, I won't stop, I won't retreat, I won't DIE without putting up a fight!"
The dewott growled as the infiltrators drew closer to the duo. It was obvious they were outlaws. And it may have seemed that the pawniard was over exaggerating, in a way he wasn't. This band of baddies only had a maximum of 10 in their group, but their powers combined was enough to take down the front of the guild. Both sides charged at each other, using whatever moves they were able to muster in order to prevent the other side from succeeding, until silence filled the room. The battle was over, but who emerged victorious? The guild leader and his assistant, or the bunch of outlaws, seeking revenge?