"Well. You did do me a solid, right?" Vincent gives a slightly resigned sigh. "My priority is finding that Ponyta, Trainer, but if you're so eager to battle, what say we do an abbreviated fight for fifty, and I've got a quart of potion left." He waves the nearly empty spray bottle, letting what's left of the healing liquid slosh around in the bottom. "You win, it's yours. I win, you top me up a quart. How about that."
"One round, one 'Mon and let's try to avoid fainting since I've still got to go look for that ornery horse. No sense leaving the other party standing around like an idiot in the wild either, nice enough as Route 01 is."
"You up for it..." He pauses "I didn't catch your name, by the way..."
"One round, one 'Mon and let's try to avoid fainting since I've still got to go look for that ornery horse. No sense leaving the other party standing around like an idiot in the wild either, nice enough as Route 01 is."
"You up for it..." He pauses "I didn't catch your name, by the way..."
