-storms over to where Electivire, Masque, Empoleon, and Weavile are sitting in a semicircle around Cesar, a ways off from the people. The Staraptor's in bad shape, and looks like he's almost about to collapse with exhaustion. I start talking angrily regardless-
All right, you. I just forfeited this tournament to come listen to you, so this better be good. Start talking.
-he turns to Masque-
<Would you tell her—>
Tell me yourself. I can understand you.
-his eyes widen- <O-okay. My Trainer needs your help.>
You've got to be kidding me. You think I should help that Jerk Ass
? Why would I do that?
<Y-you don't understand! He's been kidnapped! By wild Pokemon! The rest of his—our—team, too! I only just got away! I came to find you, because I remembered that you were so strong, and you protected your Rattata—>
Uh, yeah. Against you
. Again, why
should I help you and your Trainer?
-falls to the ground at my feet- <Please! You're the only one who can help!>
Yeah, right. Go find the police or something. I can't believe I just gave up the tournament to listen to this.
-turns and starts walking away-
-I stop short, but don't turn around-
You can't be serious—
<I can. Help him.>
-whirls around and glares at the cowering Staraptor-
I'll help you and your pathetic little trainer, and his team. But only so I can punch him like I really, really
< Thank you! I—>
Where was he taken?
-he gets to his feet-
<I'll show you.>