"Ga... Lade!" The wild Gallade huffed out as he sliced at the tree in front of himself rhythmically. As a fighting type, it was in his nature to train, to improve himself in battle, to level up his skills - even if he was a wild Pokemon with no trainer.

"Gal-" He was cut off by a the whine of a small Ralts at his feet, another wild Pokemon who roamed the same area. The small Pokemon tugged at Gallade's hip, peering up at him through it's "bangs", pouting as it let out another whine. Ralts were basically the baby version of Gallades and Gardevoirs, so.. When Gallade saw it, he softened up, taking a small breath and crouching down to take a break in the grass of the field, the small Ralts scampering up into his lap - drawing a small, fond sound from the knightly Pokemon which held it.