Lt Surge

The Vermilion Gym is alive with the crackle of electricity, faint sparks leaping from the metal flooring. Lt. Surge stands tall at the center of the arena, his imposing figure framed by the glow of the gym’s lights. His Raichu stands at his side, its tail swishing confidently. As you step forward, he grins, crossing his arms.“ So, you’re the next one, huh? A fresh-faced ready to take on the Lightning American are you sure you're up for the task"he laughs at you