The cashier nodded. “What do you offer?” Crimson thought for a bit. “Once I get stronger, I’ll come back and kill any pokemon you want.” this time she smiled. “Deal! My Mother in law has been a pain in the ass for too long!” they shook hands. The two of them exited the store and prepared to fight. The Cashier fetched her pokemon doing the chores in her house and got ready to battle. She looked younger than a mother, not all moms live long enough to become a starter after all. She wasn’t as toned as Browler, far from that actually, but still in good shape. Both pokemon took a battle stance.

“Fight to the death?” she asked, they both knew the stakes already. “I’d prefer not, that’s my only pokemon yet. But it might be better for you since lose is permanent on your side.” She shrugged. “Do as you want, if you beat her she becomes yours anyway.” Her pokemon started to sweat as she slowly understood the stakes. “Got it. We go at three? One… Two… Three!” Browler jumped right away. The other pokemon tried to doge, but she anticipated it. Browler’s fist struck with all her might dead center on her opponent’s face. The skin rippled, the fat under it twisted, the nose folded back, she felt the bones shatter under her fingers. Then the pokemon fell, limp, dead from one blow. Her trainer’s face went white, immobile, unable to react because of the sheer shock.

“Wow, they didn’t lie. Low level pokemons are easy to catch.”