Yellow eyes continued to scan the crowd as he took a long drag from his cigarette, his head turning away from the other people as he blew out a cloud of smoke. As nice as it was to hear that this guy was going to be capable, but it was already painfully obvious he wouldn't be taking this work too seriously. Otherwise he would've been here already helping to control these damn trainers. This whole situation was making the usually calm and collected Frederick just the slightest bit irritable, which was slowly being remedied by the nicotine in his blood.

But before he could get many more puffs in Azad would point out the young man in the crowd as the one they were waiting for. This came as a bit of a relief to the ranger, as he had assumed that he was just another punk looking to capitalize on this opportunity. A free hand reached into his pocket to pull out his portable ashtray, a small silver canister that he would open up and toss his cigarette into before sliding it back into his pants pocket. Frederick's usual calm and friendly smile would return as he was introduced, a soft laugh escaping from his lips as he shook his head. "Please Azad. Between the two of us I would hardly call me the grumpy one." He shot an amused glance toward the professor before looking back to Chance, his head nodding in greeting. "A pleasure to meet you, my friend. I'm just glad you made it before things escalated too much more."

His hand reached to his belt as he removed a pokeball as well, his gaze hardening as he looked between the gathered trainers as Azad made the situation very clear to them. "We have every right to use whatever amount of force we deem necessary to ensure the safety of this snorlax. I strongly suggest that you walk away before you end up embarrassing yourselves. Or worse." A finger tapped the sphere in his hand, eyes narrowing slightly as he watched for one of the trainers to make their move. He knew that their threats weren't going to stop people like this. They had no respect for anything or anyone, looking only to get stronger or collect rare pokemon.

                          

It seemed that none of them were surprised that the trainers seemed intent on battling. With a sigh Frederick would get ready to release his own pokemon, his eyes initially locking on to the cacturne. That would be an easy target for Tiny to handle. All it would take would be a solid poison jab and maybe an ice punch to finish it off and they would be golden. Yet before he could release the pokemon it would move toward Azad, forcing him to release his scizor to handle the situation. Nothing that could be done there, unfortunately. Looks like he would have to deal with the Magneton.

Yet once again he would be foiled, the young bruiser declaring that the electric steel type was his to handle. That certainly was...annoying. Finally his eyes fell to the poliwrath, who for the moment seemed content to stand in place and flex his muscles in a sad attempt at intimidation. The only issue was that Tiny simply wasn't a good fit for this situation. Frederick laughed softly as he returned the pokeball to his belt, his hand shifting slightly to the side to grab at another one of his sphere. "I suppose I'll just clean up the scraps then." Race appeared on the field in a bright light, cheerfully hovering in place as it stared down the poliwrath.

The opposing trainer seemed unimpressed, clearly not feeling too threatened by the bug type. "Air cutter." The trainer's eyes went wide as he heard this, apparently forgetting that yanmega was just as much flying type as it was bug. He tried to order the poliwrath to counter with a water pulse, but the insect was too fast. The flapping of his wings gained more power as he tilted his body to direct the wind toward the poliwrath, each beat releasing a sharp blade of wind toward his opponent. The barrage was intense, prompting both the pokemon and the trainer to raise their arms as the fierce winds blew. The trainer would remain unharmed, but the poliwrath sustained serious damage from the attack.

The trainer ordered his pokemon to counter with a water pulse, which the tadpole pokemon would gladly obey. It released a pulsating stream of water toward Race, who was still in the middle of recovering from the previous attack. Yet the blast wasn't enough to make him lose his balance, the large bug shaking of the water and fluttering off to the side, his eyes focused intently on his opponent. "Again." Once again Yanmega would rapidly beat his transparent wings, sending another wave of cutting wind toward the fighting type pokemon. This time he was unable to withstand the attack, the strong wind sending him toppling back and causing him to land flat on the ground.

Race quickly returned to his trainer's side, who was now staring at the opposing trainer with a harsh gaze. The smile was completely faded from his face as he reached to unholster the baton from his suspender strap. With a flick of the wrist the collapsible length would fully extend as Frederick took a step toward his opponent. "That was your warning, friend. If this goes any further I'm afraid your pokemon won't be the only ones who gets hurt." He knew that a trainer with a pokemon that strong wouldn't just have the one pokemon. The question was would he decide to push or realize the error of his ways? Frederick waited patiently for the answer, his soft smile betraying the angry glint of his eyes.

                          

There was a complicated mixture of emotions that suddenly bubbled to the surface as the trainers chose to unleash another wave of pokemon. Disgust, frustration, excitement, all of these emotions all errupted at once when it became clear that these thugs thoughtlessly tossed aside the kind gesture that had been offered to them. Yet the man's face didn't falter, his brows only raising slightly as he let out an exasperated sigh. "Very well. I warned you. ALL of you. I won't be hearing any complaints when the time comes." There was little doubt in the ranger's mind that their opponents didn't stand a chance in a pokemon battle. Their individual pokemon may have been strong, but it was clear who the more skilled trainers were.

Head tilted slightly to one side as his opponent revealed a scizor, brows furrowing slightly as he contemplated the best approach for this battle. His best bet was to hypnosis it before it had a chance to enhance it's abilities or get in an attack. After that he could pelt it with rocks using Race's ancient power. Yes, that seemed like it would be a rather effective strategy. Unfortunately for him that simply wasn't to be, as Azad would suddenly shout at him, distracting the ranger for the split second needed for Nero to jump into the fray. No matter, he would simply have to change his plan to match his opponent. Teeth clenched behind his smile as Frederick locked eyes with his new opponent's pokemon. Golem. A rock type.

Lids drooped slightly over the man's golden eyes as the smile faded from his face, a quick glance being shot toward his partner. Was he really so interested in his little scizor duel that he was willing to throw Race under the bus like this. "Race, ascend! This fight isn't for you." Gaze didn't leave Azad as the man reached for his belt and pulled off another pokeball, one much more suited for the battle. With a flick of the wrist the man would release his azumarill, at which point he would turn his attention back to the battle at hand and regain his more pleasant expression.

The time required to switch pokemon lowed the large opponent time to prepare their strike and make her move while Squeak was still getting her bearings. The rock blast hit the aquatic rabbit square in the face, her body being unexpectedly pelted by numerous rocks. Yet she would hold her ground, nose scrunching and her face twisting into a scowl as she moved to wipe a bit of blood from the corner of her mouth. This dumbass may have landed a sucker punch, but it was gonna take more than that to take this fairy down. "Aqua Tail." Immediately water began to swirl around the sphere that tipped Squeak's tail, the rapidly moving water forming a torrent centered around the orb. Without hesitation the smaller pokemon would spring forward, her small feet carrying her with surprising force and speed.

Upon reaching her opponent she would leap up into the air, tucking herself forward and using her momentum to perform a frontward flip. The small rodent put as much force as she could into it, spurred on by her strong desire to retaliate against the pokemon's sudden attack. As she did she would bring her tail with huge power, her pudgy body packing a shocking amount of force behind it. At the same time the water whipping around the tail would tear into the rock and ground type pokemon, hevily eroding it's normally durable stone body. Golem's thick legs gave out, causing it to fall to the ground with a loud THUD as it's dense body hit the ground.

Squeak would muster a bit more water in her mouth, spitting it on her defeated opponent before turning around to strut back to her trainer. With that done Frederick would start to twirl his baton in his fingers, lips parting as a bit of excitement started to show in his expression as he looked over to Chancelor. "I'm glad you think so, my friend. While I'm sure you agree that it's too late for them to leave without further incident, I'm sure we could go easy on them if they were to give up now and let us do our job." He didn't have much faith that the trio would step down after the smackdown they had endured. Still Frederick would give the group a harsh look, his eyes suddenly hardening once more as he stared them down. "Are you done yet?"