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Posted: Jun 8 2018, 04:10 PM
Cynthia entered the training grounds with a bit of uncertainty and suspicion. Like a queen regarding a questionable new castle, she kept her posture upright and her head held high as she examined the various setups, inspecting every detail. Amnisiad sat on her shoulder and also peered down at the various objects. In her entire year as Cynthia’s companion, she had never seen such a confusing array of human devices.
It was still early in the day, but already the summer sun was starting to strike down on the plains with intensity. With the tournament coming up, it was surprisingly crowded. Hopefully some of the people would drop out as the day got into full swing and they sought shade. Cynthia finally settled on the target and dummy field. As she was tentatively poking and pulling one of the straw dummies into place,
Amnisiad chirped a curious note from her shoulder, wondering what these strange things were. They looked a little bit like creepy humans without any hands or feet or face.
”Training dummies. You hit them as hard as you can.” Cynthia explained. Amnisiad cocked her head to regard the creepy human device with a beady black eye. She understood “hit”. With a triumphant caw, or rather a chirp, she sprang off of Cynthia’s shoulder and Tackled the straw dummy in the face, smacking her wings and body into it and following it up with a vicious Peck in the middle of the “forehead”. The dummy was surprisingly hard, the straw packed together closely and forming a dense mat.
Cynthia smiled at the bird’s ferocious attack. Amnisiad always had so much spirit. Suddenly, she was approached by an enormous striped canine. She stopped and turned to look at the orange and black creature in awe and surprise. ”You must be immensely powerful. Just look at you...” she murmured.
“Ahem.” A man on the creature’s back drew attention to herself and Cynthia looked up in alarm. “You paid for a Bishop’s services, correct?” Cynthia seemed apprehensive, and she eyed him warily.
”I suppose I did...” she glanced around at her surroundings, wishing she could ask for someone else’s services, but having a feeling that if she wanted a bishop, this is the one she’d get. Resolutely Setting her mouth in a hard, thin line, she turned back to Amnisiad, who was still clinging onto the training dummy and staring incredulously at the great fire canine. ”I hope you are a professional,” she warned, despite the man’s vastly superior Pokémon, she would not tolerate any funny business and she felt it was important to let him know of that straight away.
He seemed a bit taken aback. Nobody had ever accosted him in such an accusatory manner for seemingly many years. He spoke in a regal, presumably soothin tone of voice, “I understand. I assure you that I am entirely a professional. It is my duty to provide assistance.”