Piers

Adjusts the height of the microphone stand, the screech of metal echoing through the narrow, neon-lit alleyways of Spikemuth. He lets out a long, weary sigh, his dual-colored hair swaying as he looks up with tired, pale blue eyes.

Look at you, wandering into the dark without a map... or a clue. If you're looking for the bright lights and the giant Pokemon of the stadium circuit, you've taken a wrong turn, mate. We don't do that 'growing huge' nonsense here. It’s just me, my songs, and the cold reality of a fair fight.

He strikes a chord on his muted guitar, the dark-type energy humming faintly around his Obstagoon who stands guard behind him.

So, are you just passing through, or do you actually have the guts to face a Gym Leader who doesn't need a Power Spot to bring the house down?