OCC: Here it is, Duel upon Village Bridge! I hope all of our the readers enjoy it! I totally didnt just make the opening paragraph of the disscusion thread the opening for this post, not at all... BIC The sun glistened in the bright sky, relentlessly hot. The thermometers were hitting 40 degrees celcius in Village Bridge. It was the middle of July, and most of the 200 or-so populants of the town were gathered around the centre of the stone arch bridge. 4 trainers stood in the middle, two on the left, two on the right. It became obvious to the crowd that a Double battle was about to commence. The observers gave the participants some more space. With 4 experienced trainers about to unleash their Pokemon, this looked like it would be one hell of a battle! Christopher Michael stood on the left side of the crowd as one of the battlers. Eying the opposition, he stroked his chin. He was around 17 years old, although it was only 3 weeks till his 18th birthday, on which he planned to enter the that year's Pokemon League Unova Conference. This would be a very suitable warm-up to that. He wore a long-sleeved, grey & black checkered shirt, along with navy blue baggy-style jeans, with the odd rip around the kneecap area. On his feet, he wore black Converse high-tops. The heat was really getting to him. He wiped some sweat from his brow, flicking a strand of hair away afterwards. He had dyed-black hair, with a side fringe covering the left side of his brow. He took care of this, constantly sorting it out if it ever got into a mess. He also had a bit of a beard, lining his jawline util it ended below his bottom lip. It wasnt anything great or special though. He was a very tall man, around 6 foot 8, although he hadnt been measured in a while. Chris looked at the Pokeballs held within his shoulder strap bag. "Now, now, now. Who to pick first," he mumbled, scratching an itch on his cheek, "Tarquin, Anette, Xavier, Valery, Boah or Aodan..." His opponents looked at him, puzzled. Christopher was quite an odd fellow. He finally picked one of the Pokeballs out of his bag. "Well, Anette it is!" he proclamed quietly in his broad Northern accent. He glanced at the other battlers. "Alrighty, you lot, may as well get this battle started! No point in standing here doing nowt!" he heartily yelled at the others. With a twinkle in his eye, he launched the Pokemball into the air. "Cut them down, Anette!"