Claribel let out another heavy sigh, showing obvious disgust in the cave they had been in. Of course, she cared not to share the amount of annoyance she had for this place, but the Pokemon already knew and simply kept quiet. Ares, despite his name was always a rather quiet and patient being. It was for that reason that the way he addressed her wasn't something she hated. She had to get used to being called "Ms. Claribel" over just being called "Claribel", or "Clar", or whatever else someone else would want to call her.

The brunette had pulled up her left sleeve where a small rectangular case had been strapped to the underside of her forearm. Taking the only Pokeball on it and tossed it out. From it, her Ralts had appeared, stretching his tiny arms out with a yawn. "It's about time. Now, your 8 o' clock." The pokemon directed, turning about to see a small Slugma slithering along the ground. "How odd. I didn't expect Slugma to be here. Must be hotter in other places of this cave for it to survive." Her deduction caught the fire Pokemon's attention, looking up to see the exorcist and then back down to the Ralts. Its eyes narrowed on the psychic pokemon, though he laughed at the opposing creature. "How cute. It wants to fight me. Let's get this over with so we can get out of here... I'm starting to realize what you have to complain about..." Giving a small huff, the brunette brushed her bangs aside and smirked. "Psychic. Then follow it up with Disarming Voice." Nodding, the Ralts' eyes began to glow and lift the Slugma up before a burst shot it back down. Gathering up the momentum, Ares gave a loud crying sound as the booming voice blasted the Slugma away, watching it slide slowly in pain into a group of rocks to hide away and recover. "Another job well done." Claribel praised, watching her Ralts place his hands behind his head.

+2 levels to Ralts (5 --> 7)

Moving on from their defeated Slugma, the exorcist and her partner moved through the cave, trying to traverse through without going through areas that could be nearly submerged in water. "Ya know... This place could make for a killer hot spring/battle house if you could only kill off the humidity through like a small heat vent maybe?" Looking around the room in aloud thoughts and planning, the Ralts gave a facepalm and shook his head in a bit of annoyance from what she was currently thinking. "You're thinking of renovating an entire cave for profit? I thought your job was ecosystem stability, not 'Five Ways to Make Quick Money'?" Claribel chuckled with a bit of muse at the little quip about the idea, shrugging her shoulders in a first reply. "No need for that. A girl can have her wild imagination if she so chooses to~"

Leaving that conversation behind, the pair faced their attention toward a rather cloudy looking area. "Hold it, Ms. Claribel. This steam could make it even harder for you to see than it already is. Please w-" The ralts' preemptive warning fell on deaf ears as his trainer walked through the light clouds of steam. The brunette let out a few coughs before she waved away what was around her. "No need. It's not steam, Ares. It's smoke. White smoke emulating visible steam... Is a Torkoal nearby?" Investigative skills on point as a rock not far from the two had grown itself legs and a head before it rose up to its natural height. Her hands rested on her hips, smirking at her own guessing game skills. "Can't exactly have you running about making it harder for me to leave, now can I. Ready?" With no more to say, a loud cry from the psychic Pokemon's Disarming Voice had shaken the Torkoal, but it seemed barely unphased by it. "Those don't work on them.. much. Looks like we'll be playing the stone throwing game today." The lack of a reply seemed a little off to the foreigner since he generally had a reply for everything until now. "Tor.. KOAL! A shot of fire from the Torkoal's Ember shot out at the two, stepping to the side, Claribel smirked and looked on at the now aggressive pokemon. "Teleport. Then Psychic." In a flash, the Ralts vanished from beside his trainer while the fire shot past her and hitting some rock behind them. In the same instant to the turtle Pokemon's side, Ares reappeared and would use it's ability to pick the turtle up off the ground. With a burst of psychic energy, it would blasted down toward the ground.

As the Ralts began to approach the Torkaol, it continued to lay still as though it were unconscious. "Ares, move!" She yelled out, trying to warn him, but it was too late. A cloud of smog had puffed out of the top of the shell of their opponent and directly hit the Ralts, knocking him back wobbling around a little. The Ralts shook it off, though the Smog attack had left quite a toll on him. With his eyes glowing again, the Torkaol would begin to glow a light pink before it would be blasted back by another Psychic, leaving the Pokemon out cold against a wall on its side. "Wish I had realized that earlier, but let's hurry along and try to get out of here to the next town so we can get you healed up and me some food... and a shower..." With a heavy sigh, Claribel picked up the Ralts and began to carry him calmly through the cave as they could feel the air slowly decreasing temperature the more they walked.

With a sigh, things seemed like they were dragging on forever. The closer they got to the end of the cave, the harder this seemed to have gotten to walk. Maybe it was her own laziness catching up to her? No big deal really, at least to her. A little extra effort now meant a chance to be a little more lazy later. It wouldn't stop Ares from being a rather... abrasive attitude about how she would act later on.

The pair continued to make their way out while the Ralts pushed ahead. He didn't really think anything of it, but the obvious silence from his trainer made him stop. Normally, he would see her pass him and move along, but this time she hadn't come up. Turning around, the small Pokemon had seemed to have lost sight of his trainer. His eyes shifted from side-to-side until he suddenly heard her laughing. CLaribel? Laughing!? Oh this was surely something he had to see to believe. Ares rushed over only to find his trainer on the ground, pinned while her face was licked over and over again by a Growlithe that stood on top of her. "Sheesh, Ms. Claribel. Couldn't you have had said something? Instead I have to actually worry? What kind of exorcist
gets tackled and attacked by a small Pokemon?" Shaking his head in disapproval, the brunette picked up the Growlithe and set him down, sitting up and calming down from her laughing fit.

The small fire dog looked over to the Ralts and with a happy smile, panted and barked his name aloud. "For Arceus' sake... don't you give me that look." In a harsh lashing out from the Ralts, the now calm Claribel stood up and let out a small exhale of breath. "Alright then, fight him. If you win, we leave. You lose, I'll catch him and we'll be on our way." The offer was out, and though normall Ares wasn't the type to really engage in fighting on his own, the Growlithe was blasted back by a harsh force of a Psychic attack. The Growlithe struggled a little to get up, growling angrily at having been attacked when suddenly the ralts Teleported in front and planted a small kiss on the growlithe's head. The Draining kiss sucked more of the energy from the Growlithe and suddenly his opponent had dropped unconscious. "So... Not expecting me to catch him anyway?" She asked, starting to walk away with the Ralts in tow. "Do what you want, I don't rightfully care. That mutt pissed me off." With a shrug, the two exited the cavern, taking in the fresh cool air for only a moment before.. "IT'S SO COLD!! WHAT LOGIC IS THIS!?"