#electricalsurge

They had been talking long and hard about it; training, badges, challengers, etc. Both were hot-headed fighters, but the greatest thing was that neither would belittle the others’ talents - despite each individuals’ unique area of expertise.

"…And that’s why Electric-types are hella superior; at least, in terms of the common types found through-out Kanto,” Surge said in his usual smugness, but in all honestly, Clair could agree; with the exception of the on-again-off-again Ground-type Gym Leader of Viridian City, his electric Pokemon could hold their own against each of his fellow Kanto gym leaders.

Even Brock’s Rock types would have difficulty against the high speeds electric Pokemon were renowned for.

Clair let out an exasperated sigh, not a pompous ‘hell no you’re wrong’ sigh, but one of mutual understanding. “I feel you,” she said, looking up at him over the table, situated by the windowsill of Vermillion’s premium cafe. “I have to admit, they’re pretty formidable, even against my Dragons… not that they can’t take them on, mind you!”

"Hey! What gives? I got far enough in this stupid World Tournament and I don't even get any kind of prize? I would've won if it weren't for freakishly tall over ther-"

And by there, Nate meant here, as Lt. Surge himself was towering over him looking content with his win. "You know, for a champion you're pretty weak" he teased, rubbing Nate's large mass of fluffy hair, it irritated him. 

"Congratulations on thrashing me again Surge." he grumbled, arms folded. The attendant told him there was nothing she could do, and that prizes were only handed out to the winners. He was allowed to enter the next leg if he wanted because he got far enough to qualify. Puffy red cheeks.

"Hey, lighten up pipsqueak, it was only a little fun after all. I'm sure if you trained harder you could best me eventually, even with your team so weak to Electric types" Lt. Surge boldly huffed, getting down to Nate's height. Sigh, I guess that was always an option. Train harder. Although he preferred to keep his training strictly for swimming, muscle toning and whatnot. Although everything he did seemed minuscule compared to Mr. Gigantosaurus Rex and his huge bulking muscles, he could probably roll Nate out like dough.

Of course Nate looked up to Surge, who didn't? He was an icon to males everywhere, even someone so frail as Nate. But of course, sparks only fly for so long, and Nate was adamant on crushing him like rock in a vice. "I'd prepare yourself for the next time we meet Surge! Because I'm bringing my A Game!" he gloated, standing proud with his hands on hips. Lt. Surge chuckled, walking away.