Hearing a screech in the air, Kyle was quick to turn to find a Noctowl in the air, swooping in to attack him. The only reason Kyle could think of about the attack was that he was trespassing in its territory or if he had accidentally come too close to its nest, neither of which Kyle had an idea of finding about it as this was most likely his first time in the area. It was a Flying-type at least, and Kyle had two good options to try and protect himself with.

"Go with Smackdown."

A quick motion of his hand brought the Rhyhorn out of its Pokeball, ready to stand in between his trainer and the wild Pokemon trying to attack Kyle. His other Pokemon that he could have used was his Electrike, but as hardy as that Electric-type was, he figured he was too small to even take an attack from evolved Pokemon like Noctowl rather comfortably. Rhyhorn, however, was built with defense in mind, and so Kyle wasn't too worried about him taking a hit or two.

Instead of a physical attack as Kyle had expected, the Noctowl went for a Psychic-type move, which he should have expected from a Pokemon such as it. Rhyhorn was slowly being lifted in the air, before the Ground-type launched a rock it manifested, clipping its wings and dropping it on the ground. Killing its concentration had made it lose control over lifting Rhyhorn up in the air as well, with its weight bringing the sound it made when it landed to more than a thud.

"Finish with Stone Edge."

Sharp rocks had jutted from the ground, knocking the Noctowl out and pushing it away from the path back to the vegetation. Kyle was pretty sure it would be panicking anyways after getting its ability to fly taken away from it with Rhyhorn's move. Besides, it wasn't like it had a chance to win against Rhyhorn and his type advantage, except from the possibility of it being creative with its moves. Being a wild Pokemon, however, ruled that out.

"You alright?" he'd ask as he approached the Spikes Pokemon, who with a gentle nod affirmed his status. "That's good. We're going." The next destination was to go back to civilization. If Flying-types were around this place, he supposed he could make it a hot spot of training for both of his Electrike and his Rhyhorn, but then again, it was too far away from the mainland. He'd rather not travel too far whenever he tries to get his Pokemon stronger.

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"Rhy!"

They had not taken more than a few steps away from where they managed to defeat the Noctowl when another one took its place. If the shadow it left on the ground as it flew high in the sky was not enough of an indicator that it was moving straight for them, then maybe the loud sound of wings flapping, alongside a bloodthirsty gaze from the bird, would be enough for Kyle to know that he needed to take caution at that instant. With Rhyhorn out of his ball at that moment, at least there would be no time wasted that could jeopardize his safety.

His Rhyhorn quickly positioned himself between the wild Pokemon and his trainer, steeling his resolve as he braced for the attack that the Pidgeotto would inevitably throw in their way. It did not, however, went in for a physical move as Kyle would have guessed from its movement earlier, and instead, came to an abrupt stop midair and gathered up wind with its wings, stirring up a mean gust of wind at the two. It was harmless for Rhyhorn for the most part, but if it kept its distance, he supposed that they wouldn't be able to hit it too hard for a knock out.

"Smack down."

A piece of earth, carved into a solid rock, was then shot forcefully by his Rhyhorn towards the bird. Kyle could tell that it tried to doge, but between trying to maneuver itself in the air and flapping up a gust at them, he figured that the Pidgeotto simply wasn't fast enough to change its stances. It eventually led to Rhyhorn managing to successfully clip a Flying-type's wings for the second time for the day, injuring the bird as well when it fell on the ground.

"Stone Edge."

It was the same combination as what he did to the Noctowl, though he supposed there shouldn't be too much difference when dealing with the two. It was effective anyways, and he didn't find the need to change anything if it works. Besides, it wasn't like there was a much better option to choose from anyways. Besides both Stone Edge and Smack Down, there isn't really much super effective moves in his Rhyhorn's arsenal.

He supposed he should start trying to get flashy instead of practical if he was going to be in the next contest.

Kyle simply shrugged at the idea. He'd manage to wing his performance anyways if he was lucky enough. He wasn't optimist about it though, and simply just signed up for the sake of doing something else other than his games so that he wouldn't be berated about it back home. It was another point to mention that his Rhyhorn wouldn't be participating anyways, and so if he would practice for the contest, he'd rather use his other Pokemon.

Now that he thought about it, perhaps he signed up with the wrong roster. Electrike and Poochy 1 out of all five of his choices seemed to be a bad idea despite the two being the flashiest of his team.

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"Do you even want to do contests?"

Kyle had the habit of getting awfully chatty whenever he was left alone with his Pokemon, questioning them things that they either did not care about or simply did not understand the concept beneath the words he says. His Rhyhorn, of course, would have a clue on the topic that Kyle had mentioned, and despite not actually having planned much for a proper performance, he supposed he doesn't have a choice but to make something up since he's been registered anyways.

Seeing his Rhyhorn shake his head, Kyle gave a huff. "Guess I won't blame you for that."

His Rhyhorn's head shifted slightly overheard, the trainer trying to match where his Pokemon's eyes went. Kyle caught sight of a Chatot, which probably was what his Rhyhorn was trying to point him to. "You mean that thing's gonna be good for contests?" he'd interrogate, to which the Ground-type would respond with a nod. Kyle wasn't planning on becoming a full-time coordinator though, and he did not need any trophy Pokemon in his team.

"Smack Down," was the cold response.

Shocked by the rather indifferent way of shooting down his idea, Rhyhorn flinched for a moment before doing as he was told. Forming a rock in the space in front of him, the Spikes Pokemon would launch it towards the unknowing bird, knocking it off the branch it was perching on. The Chatot fell on the ground, much like the rest of the move's targets, limping on the ground before acknowledging their presence.

Without moving on its spot, the Chatot opened its mouth and released a deafening screech towards the two, forcing Kyle to cover his ears in an effort not to make it bleed. "Shut it up!" he ordered his Rhyhorn. "Stone Edge!" Kyle had to increase the volume of his voice to even compete against the Chatot's Hyper Voice and hope his message came across to his Pokemon despite the rather unfortunate obstacle.

The sound was quickly gone in a moment. As soon as Rhyhorn received the command, rocks quickly protruded from the ground to the grounded Chatot, dispatching the Flying-type in an instant. The noise was gone and the Chatot has been taken care of. Everything was fine, aside from maybe still needing to go back to the city, but that was just a matter of time and forcing himself to walk for a while.

"Yeah, we'll make do with what we have," he assured the Rhyhorn, and perhaps maybe himself. Maybe he should stop worrying about the upcoming contest since he already established that he won't be doing good at it anyways.

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