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"Awww, but I wanted to train. Come on, Wayne, we don't have to go back so soon. The night is young!" Henrietta giggled again, and she'd bring one hand to Melty's ball and then she'd hold it out to Melty.

"Come on, it'll be fun! Just this morning, and the gym match. Our Pokemon are compatible."

((The sheer depravity of the man can only be matched by his scientific aptitude. So yeah. His tech's better than Cipher's. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he donated anything Cipher had to them in exchange for some of their organs))

"Henrietta, I would love to train with you, but you're absolutely smashed." Off two drinks? Of what? Christ. "Er, like, pokémon don't respond well to drunk trainers. We can train in the morning, so if you'll just..."

He started to direct her away from the battlezone, back towards the Nacrene gatehouse.

[Ha. Can't even command a woman,] Hitmonlee said as he walked past. Then he jumped, showing off his leg power by appearing to fly through the air and land outside the gate. He looked back to Wayne and Henrietta, folding his spring-like arms. What happened to all the strong humans he used to know?

Wayne sighed, hands in his pockets. Hitmonlee was waiting. But Hitmonlee was an a*****e, so whatever. Meanwhile he doubted Henrietta could stay on her feet much longer, so when she inevitably fell down he could just pick her up and take her back.

At least that was the plan.

"Alright then. Where do you wanna start?"

"Oh, Salieri," Eunmi stopped short, barely looking at the battle girl as she continued to peer out into the darkness, looking for Henrietta.

"Have you seen Henrietta?" she asked. She was hardly noticeably intoxicated anymore, having sobered up a bit.

"Right." Henrietta called out Melty and turned and pointed at the open space that Hitmonlee had created, in the form of fainting the natural life, or murdering it, she wasn't going to differentiate.

"The... Hum.... Battery thingy, we should use it more. I think it'll be helpful." Then she spun to look at him, tripped and instead fell in Wayne's direction.

((Haha, yeah. Gym Leaders have serious social issues cause they're locked in their gyms literally all day. In Lenora's case, literally locked in.))

Takamaru Takashi was already attempting a combination technique. Lenora made note of it. This was the kind of thing she was looking for in a trainer. The ability not just to command his pokémon, but to get them to work as a team instead of individuals.

"Stop them," she said, "Tactic 33."

She called the strategy and the two pokémon knew the drill.

Watchog threw his arms forward and sent off a high powered blast of Thunder, which would smash into the Shockwave and overcharge it, forcing it to destabilise and shock everything around it. Of course, it would be attracted to the highest, most metallic thing around, and therefore the combined energy of Shockwave and Thunder would immediately surge into Spike's steel claws.

Unless he could somehow stop this by reacting faster than electricity.

Getting his claws charged with electricity wouldn't be a problem for the pokémon directly, since he was immune. But then Herdier made his move.

Surf.

A large volume of water burst out of the dog's mouth, blasting to meet the mole pokémon. It wasn't a huge wave like Surf usually manifested as, nor was it particularly powerful because of Herdier's poor special attack, but its target was weak to water. And so was Spike.

So unless Spike knows how to break out of a midair spinning attack and somehow manage to make himself change direction in the air, he'd be struck by the Surf.

And assuming Spike couldn't avoid his steel claws being super charged with electricity, the Surf water would strike them creating a massive short circuit. Or rather, the barely-contained electricity would pretty much explode from the Drilbur's claws, the force enough to warp them and render Spike's greatest assets useless, twisted metal.

Then, assuming Spike couldn't avoid electricity or knew how to fly somehow, he'd be sent backward through the air from the combined force of Surf and the electric explosion.

"Tactic 16," Lenora commanded.

Watchog dashed forward. He'd close in on Iron Hide, crossing the arena quickly, aiming to bite the Lairon's hide with a Super Fang attack.

This would bypass the pokémon's considerable defense to do damage exactly half of what Iron Hide could withstand. Or in other words, cut his HP to half. Assuming it hit.

At the same time, Herdier would run alongside his teammate, attacking at the same time but careful to avoid hitting Watchog should the slow and bulky pokémon attempt to make them accidentally strike one another.

Herdier would twist and flick his tail, launching a Mud Slap at the Lairon. While it wasn't a particularly powerful attack, Iron Hide was 4x weak to it and its superb defenses didn't extend to special defense, which it barely had at all.

In other words, if both attacks hit, Iron Hide probably wasn't going to be getting back up from it.


***

Wayne caught Henrietta, taking her weight. Or what was technically her weight. She felt lighter than some feathers he knew. Like Birdy McCaw and Featherface Joe.

"Hey, see," he tried to get her to make eye contact, leaning around with a frown, "This is called being smashed. What made you start drinking??"

"Then you should be in bed if you're tired," Wayne said with a broken-record drone to his voice. Hopefully she'd finally get the message, "Let's get you back to where you're staying."

Hitmonlee tapped his foot impatiently. The sheer power caused underground pokémon colonies to collapse, slaughtering the families of Drilbur by crushing them with dirt and depriving them of oxygen.

Henrietta sighed with a pout. "Okay, alright." She looked toward Nacrene City and she'd let Wayne lead her into the city.