Long shadows are cast by flame, flickering with the Cyndaquil's movement. They're projected onto the walls all around, most of them of sturdy wood marked by dust. The shadows move. Something out here is moving.

Had Yuze been right? Apparently so, but that's no surprise to him.

His eyes narrow, watching his surroundings closely, and by his side, even the Cyndaquil readies himself for a fight, having learned from the last encounter before this.

A Pumpkin.

Yuze spends a few seconds looking at it, mentally scrolling down the list of the 1015 Pokémon that currently exist. Number 710. Pumpkaboo. Ghost and Grass. See, he had expected to run into a random Pokémon and ending up trading it for something more suitable, but surprisingly enough, this one might do just fine.

The second surprising thing is that another player attacks the Pumpkaboo before he even gives Zmey a command. Someone else hunting Pokémon this late into the night? It must be someone that lives in a different timezone.

"Zmey. Embers will do." He tells the Cyndaquil with unshakable calm, and while flames are shot towards the poor Grass type, Yuze looks at the stranger.

"Thanks for the assist." He's not beneath being polite when its warranted, unfriendly as he may seem.

Eyebrows raise into arches when Zmey's attack does no more than nick the Pumpkaboo. Despite this, Yuze doesn't scold the Pokémon, nor does he encourage it — he simply watches the battle. Perhaps he should take a page out of Lord Darien Blackthorne's book and offer words of encouragement, but he does not. He doesn't see the point.

"Again." Is all he tells Zmey, watching as flames are shot towards the floating pumpkin Pokémon. Hopefully, that will do the trick.