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At first, Sampson panicked at the foiling of his strategy. However, his Alphabot did not look in the slightest bit worried. While the Hail had disrupted his attempts at fabricating a sonar, Patroclus had gotten a general direction and pointed to the northwest corner of the Gym. All right, now what do I do? I can't just wait here for it to come out, or Patroclus will take too much damage from the Hail. The challenger's thoughts raced, trying to figure out a foolproof strategy at finding the Grass/Ice-type quickly.

He settled for a simple strategy, "Patro, slowly move toward that corner while using another Iron Defense. Brace yourself..." The little robot PKMN's eyes shifted from side to side, scanning the snow-covered foliage while its already metal-coated body gleamed with the application of another coating of reinforcement.

Darn him! He's right... But what do I do? Not something rash; keep your wits about you. Be rational, but be creative for godsakes! Sampson gritted his teeth as he watched his PKMN get buffeted by a the Growth-enhanced volley of snow, wishing he could have boosted his partner's Special Defense instead. The Alphabot winced upon contact, which made Calleo smirk. Calleo smirking immediately ignited the fiery temper tucked deep inside the challenger. Accordingly, he sought the appropriate strategy with added vigor as his passion enhanced his senses. He could feel the epinephrine pumping through his veins; the details of the landscape popping out to him in greater depth; the sounds of the icy wind and swaying branches becoming as loud as yells; the sweet aroma of spring foliage wafting through the air... Wait a second.. Fresh, spring foliage? It's still the winter time, AND snow is covering all these plants! Where is that aroma coming from? It has to be that Snowyd because no other flora could maintain its fresh scent in this wintry scene.. Yes, I finally caught a break... He focused his sense of smell in the direction that Patroclus' sonar attempt had narrowed the location to and noticed that it was thickly emitted near a large grouping of bushes.

He grinned and, before the Gym Leader had recognized Sampson's epiphany, shouted, "Patroclus Tackle the large group of bushes just to the right of the center in that corner!" The Steel-type flung itself at full speed in an attempt to bypass the thick layer of protective foliage protecting their sneaky foe. After being fractionally slowed by the wall of leaves and snapping twigs, the attack landed a blow on a completely stunned Snowyd, while Patroclus continued out through the other side of the bush grouping. In the immediate aftermath of the strike, a load of snow from the top of one of the taller bushes buried Snowyd in a thin layer. The robot PKMN and its trainer kept their eyes keenly focused on the location, watching for any move their opponent might make next. Finally, I'm not on the defense anymore!

"Gaahh! What the--?" the challenger quasi-growled as he was cooled off by the stinging snow attack. Even if I did need that, c'mon, man.. Then, he turned his attention outward again and recognized the situation, which called for rapid response. 

Although the weather had knocked his attack off course, it also prevented his PKMN from crashing into the ground by providing a cushioning layer of soft snow. The Alphabot and trainer were shocked by the chain of events, and it wasn't until after Branthorn had taken its battle stance on the field that Patroclus had been able to arise and set itself for the next phase of battle. Hail buffeted the both of them as they stood and then, abruptly stopped. Sampson was awed by the fact that the snow where Branthorn was standing had all but disappeared, melting in the presence of the Grass/Fire-type.

"Patroclus, gather your thoughts, buddy," all the while he kept a watchful eye on his opponents, "I know I can. There are plenty of tricks still up my sleeves, sir." This sir was that kind of "politely" interjected, faux-respectful address that implied feelings of confidence and perhaps contempt for the statement. While it hadn't been intended as derogatory to Sampson's skills as a Trainer, it sure did sound similar to one. The young man didn't take it lightly, but rather than get "overheated" like the last time, he used his emotions to give him drive and ingenuity. The young man's thoughts raced.

"Iron Defense again, Patroclus," instructed the challenger to his PKMN, which then began to curl into a defensive, braced position as its exterior gleamed with a shiny new protective layer. All of the uses of this move began to make the Alphabot look rather bulky and cumbersome, but what he said about defensive advantages was wrong. That will come into play right here. He waited for Branthorn to strike, so he could make use of the close range and counterattack.

Sampson silently cursed his ignorance and watched, horrified and helpless, as his PKMN was severely burned. His opponent apparently also unaware of some certain facts. The flames that licked and boiling water that bubbled up could not reach the little robot PKMN due to its Levitate ability. I wonder if he's trying to do something else, then... The challenger pondered the Gym Leader's strategy and decided to buy himself more time to figure them out by launching a distraction.

"Patro," Sampson instructed, "Tackle and destroy its concentration."

Patroclus' attack missed and following that, it took damage from its burn. Despite the robotic nature of the PKMN, Sampson could have sworn he saw an expression of anguish come on to the face of his partner.

"Try another Tackle, but this time be wary of Branthorn's movements! Don't let it get comfortable," issued the challenger to his waning companion.

For all of the computation power contained in the little robot, its lack of experience and fatigue could not be compensated for. The opponent's Razor Leaf could not be avoided, the spread of the attack put too much of a strain on Patroclus and proceeded to knock it off course into a nearby tree. The Alphabot slumped to the ground. Sampson half-growled, half-grunted at the turn of events and recalled his Steel-type PKMN.

"I guess its time for my second companion, isn't it? Great job, Patro, but now it's your turn, Icarus," exclaimed the challenger as he cast out his second pokeball. From it emerged a bright yellow bird PKMN with an off-white underbelly. It flitted around playfully, Kollliiii koli riiiissk.

"Use some of that energy on your opponent, why don't ya," the young man semi-joked as his PKMN's playful attitude infected his own, "Peck! Use your superior speed, Icarus!" Icarus' type advantage should be of some serious use to me against such a strong opponent Sampson thought nonchalantly as the Kolibrisk followed his instructions.

Sampson was not so ridiculous as to believe that his opponent would sit there and take his attack. No, he had developed a contingency plan and was about to enact it.

"Quick, before you reach it, use Supersonic to confuse Branthorn!" As he issued the new order, Icarus swooped upward slightly and opened its beak, still glowing for the impending Peck, loosing a high-pitched sonic wave at the Grass/Fire-type. After waiting a few seconds for the confusing attack to advance toward its opponent, the Kolibrisk began to fly with random patterns, attempting to further hamper the Leader's PKMN's ability to follow it and have time to react.