"They ran." Called a voice high in a tree, it belonging to a student with a green and white dress, a red spike from her chest, and green hair that matched the green on her dress. "They ran because of me." Anya said, smiling devilishly as she looked down.
"Fine." Silvia said, plopping down on the bed. She detached her hands and watch them wrestle on her stomach, she commentating the match in Spanish, using a higher pitch for her left and a deeper pitch for her right.
"Good, now let's go. Kaze!" Alma yelled, throwing out her Persian, it yawning as it stretched. "Andalé, gato!" Alma yelled as she jumped onto the mountain lion-like Pokemon. Huffing in indignity, Kaze ran like his life depended on it.