The steel room wasn't as dark as the main chamber, but its master still prefered dim lighting and simple black furniture as its decoration, along with several clocks lining all four walls, none of them working.
The arena was paved with steel - made to cause discomfort to any Fairy types crossing the path. Steel beams and blocks littered the ground in precise, geometrical shapes, and the light was still dim over the battlefield.
The trainer himself now stood on the other side of the room, leaving the space that would be their arena between himself and the challenger.
It wasn't a young man, but not exactly old either. He wore a hat and a full black suit, and an eyepatch covered on of his eyes while a long, pretty proeminent scar ran all the way down his face.
He cackled at Nepeta's voice.
"You picked me first, huh? You got some balls, making that call, I am probably the toughest of this bunch of softies. Let's see if you won't regret your decision, heh?"
He took his first Pokeball out, holding it up in his hand.
"The name's Muircheartaigh, and I've been training Steel types since I was a wee lad. All Elite Four battles will have 6 rounds, 6vs6, with no switches. The moment a Pokemon falls, the other is declared the winner of the round and the both of us pick another to keep fighting.
If there's a draw, the Pokemon still standing will fight again.
Finally, if you manage to win here, I'll heal your team before you go beat up another one of these chumps. But if you black out at any point in the Elite Four, you'll have to start all over. Is this clear?"
With a coarse, fast movement he threw the first Pokéball at the center of the arena,
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