“Are you Roark?” she asked. A young man, probably in his 20s, pounded angrily at the stone walls around him with a pickax, seeming more concerned with hurting the wall than retrieving the valuables inside it.
He ignored her, continuing the wail on the mine walls.
“Excuse me, I’d like to challenge you to a battle.”
He swung at the rock, the ‘plink’ echoing through the mine shaft at the word ‘battle’. He stopped moving, breathing heavily before turning around. “You want to battle?”
“Yes. I’d like to challenge your gym for your badge.”
“I wish I could help you, kid. But I’m not going back to that place. Too many bad memories.”
“Why should I tell you? You’re a total stranger.”
“I’m also challenging you for a battle, a request that you can’t decline as a gym leader, so spill it.”