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After some battle training, I found out some techniques. I could combine my Dark Pulse and my Ice Beam into one powerful and chilly burst. I was thinking about calling it the "Dark Beam" or the "Ice Pulse." Jast wanted me to call it the, "Frigid Eclipse." Tyler just called it, "Unfair." But my own training wasn't the only focus of the endeavor, because then my roommates wanted a go. Tyler has this combo where he spins his opponent with a Leaf Tornado and then darts in and out of the vortex while rapidly slicing with his Leaf Blade. He called it his, and I quote, "Gale-Force Grass Assault." And Jast had this brutal combo of her own, which she called her, "Subzero Buster." And true to it's name, it busts anyone who gets caught in it. She would freeze her opponent with Blizzard and then shatter them out of the ice with a straight-to-the-head Iron Tail. I mean, I've heard of being so smart that it hurts, but that is ridiculous [OW! Was that really necessary?!]. But bad jokes aside, neither Tyler nor Jast were slouches when it comes to battle.

Which brought me to my next memorable activity, the annual battle tournament. It was like a school sport - you get good grades, you get to participate. After what I had just learned about combining my Dark Pulse and Ice Beam together (Still gotta figure out a name for that one), I thought it would be an awesome opportunity to see how strong I could possibly be. But the other two had their input - "It's difficult, it's tiring, and it's gladiatorial," from Jast and, "Go for it, this is gonna be awesome, kick some tail out there!" from Tyler. After that bit, I just left them to bicker among themselves, which gave me the chance to go to the signups

I sneaked down the hall for the first bit, just to make sure that I wouldn't be stopped by a certain Glaceon. I then saw the signup sheet on a mahogany desk right outside of Mr. Gittara's office's door. I took a pen from the cup containing many of them and signed my name. After I had done that, a Braixen rounded the corner and laughed at what she saw. She immediately criticized, "Well, look at this. An abomination looking to participate in the tournament. You won't make it out of the qualifiers, you mismatched freak." I looked back at the Fire-type with a ticked-off look on my face, "Really? Says the fox who uses a twig to use fake magic?" She then plucked the stick from her tail and scowled into the firelight, "You have no right to speak to me in that tone, you anomaly. You shouldn't even exist here. And here's a little 'fake magic' to let that sink in. Beyal Burne!" She quickly let out a burst of fire from her stick toward me. I hadn't feared fire in particular before, but part of me wanted to run away and hide the moment she pulled that flaming stick from her tail. Now that it was a jet of fire instead of a pilot light, it freaked me out to the point where I thought I was going to jump out of my fur. Luckily, the non-pyrophobic side of me stepped in and made me jump back several feet to let the flames blacken the stone where I previously stood. I sighed and asked, "Okay, what's with that? First, you insult me for no reason, call me some things that don't even make sense. And then you try and burn me alive. It's a cliche, but you walked into this one. I dated hotter chicks than you. So tell me, what's your deal?" The Braixen scoffed, "Your kind, that's my deal. Your kind have no place in decent society. It's in your blood. Your disgusting, corrupted, randomized blood. But you just made things worse for yourself. I am Rache, the Pure Flame. And I am your destroyer." She signed her name, sheathed her stick [Stop laughing back there, Tyler! Grow up!], and left. It was at that point that I finally relaxed and went back to the room

Jast took the floor and asked, "What were you thinking?! I told you specifically not to participate, and you're going to do exactly that! Are you hard of hearing or just really stupid?!" I sighed and jumped up to my bunk, "You're reminding me of this really hostile pyromaniac that met me at the signup sheet. She insulted me for no reason, called me things that make no real sense, then she tried to blast me with her stick's fire [Tyler, what did I just say?!], and she introduced her self. She said that she was my destroyer, called herself the Pure Flame or something like that. What was her name - Rocka?" Jast then snapped out of her rant and looked up at the bunk, "Wait, Rache? You actually met Rache? Jeez, I was hoping this wouldn't happen." I looked down there and asked, "And why would that be?" The Glaceon jumped up to my bunk and looked me in the eyes, "Rache is part of a group that are against any Pokeuman that is a combination of two species. The call themselves the Pure Elements, and Rache is head of the division of it's fire followers. There's at least three followers for each type in every Pokeumans base. And since you signed up, she has your name. She's gunning for you now, and she probably won't ever stop." I gulped and asked, "If that's the case, what can I do?" She answered, "You fight. Show everyone out there at that tournament that the hybrids aren't inferior." Tyler piped up from below the bunks, "You might need something else. A background song. Every one of the great tournament fighters has one. Maria the Ninetales had 'Just Live More,' Dustin the Bronzong had 'Anything Goes,' Ian the Kecleon had 'Round Zero.' You need one." I then grinned as an idea popped into my head, "I think I got that taken care of. And Rache is going to regret ever speaking to me. Can't wait for that contest."