[attr="class","smdbody"]she nodded her understanding, observing for a short while as haruka moved to engage the ralts. it was obvious that the young woman favored such a creature, and ash couldn't blame her. that particular breed of pokemon could only be appropriately described as 'pretty' - 'beautiful', even, if you took note of the slender frame of their evolutionary form. 

'i don't need another psychic, anyway.' 

her gaze landed upon the abra, whom curiously watched on as the ralts was struck by a bolt of debilitating energy. the woman gestured for her meditite to remain at her side before reaching toward her belt for a capsule. 

"i'll use bishop for this one, rook." 

she intended to finish this quickly, and her meditite would have a difficult time dispatching the abra due to its ability to withstand her attacks. her phanpy would do a better job of taking advantage of the wild pokemon's pitiful defenses. the ground-type was her hardest hitter at the moment, though rook's abilities were not to be underestimated. 

"phan!" 

once he had taken leave of his capsule, the woman would thrust her finger in the distracted abra's direction, indicating its location. 

"you see that abra, boy?" 

her pokemon would dip his head, releasing a noise to confirm that he did indeed see the curious looking psychic-type. 

"we're gonna wreck it," she said. 

bishop took a step forward, his form growing tense as he readied himself to follow through with his mistress's commands. 

"rollout!" 

the following battle would prove frustrating for the pair, for despite the abra's lack of offensive abilities, it proved astonishingly evasive. 

'it's literally spamming teleport.' 

it would temporarily blink out of existence the moment that bishop was about to land a successful hit before reappearing elsewhere. and while the phanpy was able to land the occasional hit, his attack would often be little more than a glancing blow. it wasn't long before ash was nearly frothing with irritation, shouting a constant stream of orders. her state was truly infectious, for even her ground-type had allowed for her anger to inspire him to hit harder and grow increasingly reckless in his attempts. 

"if this shitty pokemon doesn't stop f - cking moving i swear - " 

her rant came to an abrupt end once it was knocked out, her phanpy managing to land a slam upon its fragile form with a roar that matched his mistress in volume. 

"that's exactly what you deserve, you little bitch," she snarled. 

had she been alone, ash would have kicked the felled pokemon without any reservations, but simply stepped back and inhaled sharply as she made an attempt to calm herself.