Warm breeze. Simple shade. Moist air. Hot body. She could still remember that mantra, the very same one that her erstwhile mentor gave to her. The Prime Training Conditions, simple criteria to meet if you wanted to have an effective sparring session or even a decent workout. Some prefer to practice in isolation. Hidden masters honing their craft far away from the waking world, far away from the sight of other pokemon - undisturbed, hidden gems to come across for other more observant individuals to come across. Such people would of course have never met Cayenne, who had absolutely no idea what subtlety or privacy really was. Indeed it was a foreign concept to her, subtlety was something best practiced by the luminaries and the sneaks - she was all about dynamic intervention and actions speaking as loudly as possible.

Which was, by relation, why the Guild Hall's notice board was plastered with at least fifteen different large papers all clearly individually drawn images of a lopunny in a fancy costume with her hands upon her hips, challenging passerbys to combat in a provocative:



This poster of course being largely drawn with crayons and stapled over everyone else's posters, but she didn't see any harm in that - after all they could just move them aside. It also didn't help that Cayenne herself was known to be athletic but a little scrawny to look at , at least until you had an up close look at her calves - though that would often require a direct appointment with them.

And it was indeed out here, in a meditative pose, that the lopunny was waiting for whoever was unlucky enough to find that poster and decide that THIS, of all things, was their ideal choice to spar with. It was quite a queer sight, seeing her standing on one leg, holding up the weight of her body, arms up and breathing steady...as if she were in a meditative trance...only to break out of it every few minutes and deliver a series of rapid fire punches and kicks to the air in front of her, giving loud grunts and vocalizations with each of her attacks. At least five of them were named, and at least one passing guild member had to shut their ears to avoid her high pitched screeching. It also didn't help that Cayenne wasn't quite herself at the moment. Indeed, if she was on guild grounds, she was obviously going to be dressed up! As whom? Why, none other than the mighty heroine of the Falls, the swift flaming kick to the tails of all evil - the legendary hero, Hotspur!

So, as one of the first stories of many - the curtains now rise. And the question is now posited. Who is it that will dare venture into the verdant grounds of the training fields, towards the little nook with a few wooden stakes and ropes cruely creating a vague ring, and venture towards the lopunny dressed in bright spandex and pulling off obnoxious poses to meet their destiny?