Lemon noticed Lance immediately. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? An old rival of mine, I see."

"How dare you show up in my town and hypnotize my girls? That's my job!" Lance snarled.

Pyro watched, worried.

The female Jolteons exchanged worried glances.

"Hey, that's Lance the Jolteon." One whispered.

"I know. What's he doing here?" Another one asked.

Lance and Lemon circled each other, spikes ready to fire, sparks flying through their pelts.

"I will advise you to leave while you still can." Lance told him.

"Or else what?" Lemon asked.

"Or else I'll beat your butt so badly you'll cry." Lance snarled.

Lemon raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really?" He asked.

Lance looked around nervously. "And, um, Pyro will burn you into a cooked Jolteon instead of a Shiny Jolteon. Yeah, he'll do that." Lance looked at Pyro hopefully.

Pyro dramatically grabbed his tail and shook his head no dramatically.

Lance sighed.

"Alright. I challenge you to a fight." Lemon told him.

"If I win?" Lance asked.

"If you win I'll leave." Lemon told him.

Lance gulped. "And if I lose?" He asked.

"If you lose, you will have to leave Unova forever." Lemon answered.

Lance studied his paws.

"Lance, don't do it!" Pyro called over. "If you lose, you'll have to leave us, your friends and family, forever!"

"Can't you guys just come with me?" Lance asked.

"Good luck getting Violet to listen to you," Pyro muttered.

Lance decided he had his answer.

"Alright I'll do it." He told Lemon.

Lemon's green spikes softened a bit.

"Alright Lance," He said. "Meet me at 3:00 sharp tomorrow at the town arena. It should be empty then."

"Deal." Lance told Lemon.

The two Jolteons had an electric paw- shake.

The deal was sealed.