Turns out that not taking your ADHD meds for two months makes you forget everything you were ever doing anywhere, and so Pace had spent very little time in the world of Unovr. Could you blame him? He had a job and stuff! Kind of. He also spent a lot of time napping and doing that thing with weed brownies where you're like "oh these ones didn't work there's not enough weed in them" so then you eat seven at once and then experience ego death. Again, we're talking about Pace here.

Today, instead, he figured he'd jump on and try and train up his dear Matar to be something more than a bundle of wet trembling tissues; and maybe even bag himself a new friend in the meantime.

The Surge Steppes provided an interesting enough place to go hunting, and Pace had seen herds of Blitzle and Ponytas riding along here, and they seemed interesting. Whatever else may lie dormant in the steppe was yet to be unturned. At the very least, it would be good character building!

A good hit! The Nidoran takes a sharp intake of breath, almost as though half it's HP were taken away! If Pace had to guess, that was. One step closer to adding it to the team. Pace'd have to start thinking of

Embolded by his bind finding it's spot and keeping the wild attacker at bay, Matar attacks again, this time with little more than needed than a smirk from Pace to cheer him on.