"Well, unless they're flying too," Shantae said, biting into the apple. "Some food after all this would be amazing."

She took a deep breath, smiling. "Ah... The sea air reminds me of home," she added. "It feels so good... You know what I like--"

"HOLD IT!" came a voice from the nearby bike trail. Skidding to a stop nearby was a big muscular bald guy, riding a bicycle, and wearing a torn leather jacket. "You don't ride this trail without having a Pokemon battle!" he declared, plucking a Pokeball off of his belt.

Shantae blinked, turning to Sonny. "Um... What's this all about?" she asked.