Gale hopped off the ice, like the badass he was. Then, he flew through the dirt, getting a taste for the landscape. Thankfully, he kept Amarantha safe in his arms, he thought. Spitting out a bunch of sand, Gale turned away, hoping no one had noticed, and sat down Amarantha along with his outer shirt. He reached for the Poke Ball on his belt, then tossed out his Sandile. "A'ight Bugger. Let's see if you back your game." Turning to a spineless cactus, Gale acquired his target. "Let's see what's up. Crunch on that cactus." Sandile looked up, clearly bored. Then, he quickly crawled to the target, crunching at it rapidly, getting in and out, making quick, deep bite marks on it.
"Oi, that's lethal," Gale affirmed, smirking. "Now for a real target." A Cacnea nearby would do. So, it had been a while for him, but no bother. "Bugger, Crunch on the Cacnea!" The Sandile ran over, biting savagely as the Cacnea flailed, quickly fainting. Before that, though, the Cacnea swung its glowing, green arm at Bugger, and he was swept across the ground, sustaining heavy damage. Needle Arm, he thought. "Don't let up! One more Crunch attack!" And with that, Sandile lept on the Cacnea, its jaw fitting around the arm, then clamped down. Cacnea then went still as Bugger let his grip off, revealing large bite marks, then crawled over, still wounded.
"Sweet spice, Bugger. That's a good pilot episode. I'll leave you out for a bit to recover. Great job," he said, giving a thumbs-up before Bugger dug a small hole in the sand, then crawled into a sleeping position.