Jaune found a shiny female Ralts that is all ways around his and hates being separated form him which he spoils all the time. He asks Fox for help in training her sense his Gallade was once a Ralts but what neither Fox or Gallade were prepared to learn it was extremely powerful and master mind that know exactly what to do to get what it wants when it wants.
"Hey, Fox?"
"Hm?" Fox turned, hearing Jaune behind him. "What's up, Jaune?"
"I found this Ralts following me, and I don't know how to train it. Can you help me out?"
"Sure, let me hold them for a sec." Fox felt the weight of the Pokémon fill his hands. He expected them to be light, but they were heavier than he though. He grunted holding them.
"Where'd that bag come from?!" Jaune shouted.
"Bag?" Fox noticed the texture. It was indeed a bag. He set it down and pressed a hand to his bag.
'She's already this powerful.' Sharp Retribution sent.
'So this Ralts is responsible?' Fox sent.
'It might be best to let me handle her.' Sharp Retribution approached Jaune, holding out his hands.
"Hand her over to my Gallade." Fox informed Jaune. "He'll let me know what she needs."
"Uh, sure?" Jaune handed the wiggling Ralts to the Gallade. In a blink, they disappeared. "Huh?! Where did they go?!" The Ralts came back in a blink, running to hug Jaune's leg. "What just happened?"
"What do you-?" There was a thud outside.
'Ow.' Sharp Retribution sent. 'She's a more adept Psychic-Type than me.'
Fox hummed and crounched down. He couldn't see her, but he didn't to to attempt a mental connection. He felt her mind flashing with thoughts. Once a mental link was made, he tried to speak to her.
'Leave Popa alone!' She screeched, making Fox wince. 'Go away, white eyes! Go! Shoo!' Fox fell backwards from the psychic blasts of the Pokémon.
"Fox!" Jaune stepped out to help him. He grabbed his hand and pulled him up. "Are you okay?"
I'm okay." He said. "But that Pokémon is trouble."













