With a glance at Berli, Carmen reached for her own belt and tossed out the first ball, summoning Chief, her Kadabra, to the field. He was the logical choice, being her starter and oldest companion, but there were other situational advantages to having him around, too; one of which being it never hurt to have a Psychic-type out and about when there were Fighting-types around, but the more notable being that Chief knew Teleport — his very first move — and if it came down to it, at least she knew where her quick exit were coming from this time. And it only seemed sporting, a sparring match with two humanlike Pokemon as observers. Fair and balanced, that.

Much pacified, she took up her own place, rolling her shoulders to test and reaffirm her range of motion in her coat. "I assume most of these should go without question, but it never hurts to be up-front. No blows to the face or head, no weapons or extra implements, and no prolonged grappling. The round ends when one of us is immobile, grounded, or calls 'break'. And since I gather you're more interested in the exercise than the technicality of format, we can dispense with point scoring for the time being."

As if to emphasize this, she removed her hat and sent it sailing over toward her Kadabra with a flick of her wrist, already beginning to mentally center herself in preparation. Just like being fifteen again. Albeit with considerably less potential of being shot with a harpoon if she were to make a mistake.

"If that suits you, then whenever you're ready," she added obligingly, adjusting her feet slightly to compensate for her still-present heels.