It came as no surprise that the trainer was interested in seeing Gerard. In their previous meeting Jax™ definitely seemed like one of those young trainers with their eye on the champion's throne. While Frederick seriously doubted he was cut out for such a thing he wasn't about to stop his journey. If he wasn't good enough then the world would simply weed him out and he will be forced to accept his life as an average person just like 99% of people in the world. But until then he may as well enjoy his delusional fantasy.

"No, not quite. I'm just here for the general festivities. But I'm looking forward to this fight." Arms crossed over his chest as he looked up to the stage, his eyes moving from the pokemon to their respective trainers. It must have been at least a bit nerve wracking to perform in front of such an audience, especially with a much desired badge on the line. Yet he was sure that both of as soon as the battle started they would be far too focused on each other to be too concerned about the many spectators.

The dark haired trainer's brows furrowed behind his prominent mask as his gaze shifted to Gerard, who seemed to be losing his focus on the battle at hand. Things only got more suspicious as the man called out two very imposing pokemon and wandered off after uttering a few unheard words to them. Was there some sort of security matter that needed tending to? Frederick moved one his hands toward his chest, giving his chest a pat as he confirmed the presence of the collapsed baton strapped to his suspenders. One could never be too careful.

Just as that thought entered his mind the room went dark, causing Frederick to immediately become on edge. His arms dropped to his side, palms opened and fingers flexed as he did his best to survey his surroundings. If anyone touched him, even if it was just a slight bump to the arm or shoulder he would react as quickly as he could to grasp them. Even if this was just a normal blackout he wasn't about to have some opportunistic pickpocket get the drop on him.

tl;dr- jax™ is dumb, notices gerard behaving strangely, checks to make sure he has his baton, readies himself to grab anyone who bumps into him in the darkness

                          

He knew that his brother was not an idiot, but he needed to check on occasion to ensure that the other was watching in the same way he did. there was a reason in which the two of them were sitting as far away from the stage as possible. Damien needed enough time to think if need be, it was how he acted in almost every single situation. A father-given trait ingrained into him at this point. "You are such the gambler, Alec. Just keep your eyes peeled." It wasn't until that part that Damien felt his throat sink into his stomach, the moderator left with the battle still going on and the lights went absolutely dark. "Fuck, Alec." The commotion began as Damien brought out his pokenav and shone the light to see his brother's face. Crisis, unfortunately, were something the Von Klauss brothers were used to and had a pretty good handle on being controlled. "C'mere." he gestured over to his brother as Damien began to fly the chairs near him against the wall, not caring about other people at this point to make a b-line for the emergency exit if it came to that. 

The lights turned on in an instant and a masked assistant began his ascent onto the throne. a warped pokeball which seemingly captured other pokemon to then turn them into your own minions. "Shit." He cursed under his breath as the entire crowd seemed to be under the gaze. He knew his brother would as well but he began to scan the man, mask and everything trying his best to remember all of the details that he possibly could. 

"You all wanted a battle worthy of a gym badge."

His voice sent a shudder down the back of Damien's spine. The large Honchkrow and Aggron meant business and he wasn't sure how strong the pokemon in front of them were. Would he try to play hero as well? He knew better but something about this situation he could not run from. "You know what to do." He looked over at the strategist himself, most of these move sets he learned from his brother. Damien felt the vibrations of the Aggron's Iron Tail hit him like a brick wall, the debris flying towards the crowd as the Honchkrow's Night Shade sent the room into darkness. The Pokenav still shining its light for the moment as the fighter unclipped two of his pokeballs and released both.

"Shit is going down now. Tulley, use helping hand and Frey, Stone Edge the Honchkrow." 

The Larvitar and Hitmonchan quickly glanced around nervously, they had never seen anything quite like this before. A huge mob of people, fully evolved pokemon who were obviously much stronger than possibly everyone there. Damien wasn't going to take charge, he would help from the sidelines. As long as his brother was alright, he consistently looked over to ensure it so.

Tulley began by slamming his boxing gloves into one another, the otherwise scarlet hue turned white as he sent a helping hand over to the Larvitar who raised a hand up into the air, sending a few of the stage debris back over to the Honchkrow with its stone edge and hopefully protecting some of the guests in the process. 

tl;dr - damien acknowledged his brother is aware what was going on. threw all the chairs behind him back to make space, shuddered at this new boss-ass pokemon duo. sent out tulley and frey. tulley used helping hand on frey's stone edge to honchkrow. 

The situation quickly went from suspicious to an outright disaster. The master of ceremonies for the floor had vanished, his pokemon stolen and enslaved, and they were now being used to attack the crowd of innocent civilians. All because some young punk with fancy pokeballs thought that stealing powerful pokemon meant he was something special. Disgusting.

His hand reached for his belt, grabbing to pokeballs from his belt as he looked over his shoulder toward the crowd. There was no way to protect all of them, and anyone with half a brain would know to get away from the stage. As much as his instincts demanded he shout for everyone to clear the area he couldn't draw too much attention to himself. Not yet. He lobbed the pokeballs out, his steely gaze scanning the stage as he tried to formulate a plan. Already there were multiple trainers bringing out their pokemon to defend the audience, so they at least had the numbers advantage. Maybe that would be enough for this to work.

Teeth clenched as the ground began to shake, a telltale sign that some foolish trainer thought it was a good idea to use earthquake in the middle of all this chaos. Luckily he had yet to release his pokemon, but hopefully once he did they would realize how dangerous such a technique would be on the second floor of a building. Frederick lobbed the pokeballs a short distance away, the forms of Tiny and Wooly manifesting themselves in a red light. He spoke in a low, deathly serious tone to the two of them, his eyes locked on to the opposing pokemon as he spoke. "Tiny, double kick the aggron. Engage and don't let up until it's over. Wooly, cotton spore the haunchkrow to slow him down and keep the crowd safe. Once he's slowed down start whittling away from a distance with your thundershocks. Go now, both of you."

The three of them broke off, spitting up and moving in on their own targets. The nidorino rushed toward the aggron, his body bristling with toxic needles as the rush of battle quickly took over him. The opportunity to take on such a powerful pokemon was the most exciting challenge ever put before him. Rushing up to the larger pokemon he would leap up toward it, spinning his body midair to strike with his hind legs. Then he would push out both of his rear legs in a double kick, though the way he thrust himself out looked almost like a dropkick.

Meanwhile the mareep cautiously positioned himself near the haunchkrown, trying his best to stay out of his field of view as electricity crackled through his wool. His fluffy boddy puffed up as he began to shake his body, loosening large clumps of wool from his form. Once he ready he would rear up his hind legs, flinging numerous clumps of wool charged with static electricity up toward the flying pokemon. The balls would stick to the pokemon as well as eachother, which if successful should serve to seriously slow down the menacing bird's movements.

At the same time as this Frederick carefully moved along the side of the stage, away from the conflict. He was careful not to approach any sort of access ramp or stairway leading up to the platform, as there were sure to be some grunts positioned there to cover the area. But under the cover of darkness and with the battle raging on center stage the ranger would aim to position himself at an appropriate angle. A hand slowly reached up to the holster, sliding a black cylinder from the fabric sheath. With a flick of the wrist the baton would fully extend.

Now armed and ready Frderick would start to pull himself up on to the stage and start to move in toward where the throne was, the cover of the night shade hopefully giving him enough cover to move undetected. He stopped the moment the outline of the throne came in to view, taking a moment to check his surroundings to make sure someone wasn't trying to pull a similar stunt on the ranger himself. It was then that he saw another figured literally descending upon the intruder, the sight bringing a smile to the man's previously serious expression. It seemed he wasn't the only one planning to nip this problem in the bud. Whether Azad was successful or not Frederick would use the opportunity to charge forward, his fingers tightly clenching his weapon. Once close enough he would pivot his torso, putting his weight into a single swing aimed at ALEXANDER LOWELL aimed to strike him on the temple.

tl;dr Vivi's an idiot, ordered Tiny to attack the aggron and Wooly to hinder the haunchkrow, sneaked around the side of the stage and climbed up to under the cover of night shade, gets close enough to see Azad swinging in and charges forward to swing in on ALEXANDER LOWELL with his baton (assuming he isn't interrupted by grunts, of course)

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