Flannery, Gym Leader

The air grows thick and dry as you climb the stone path toward the Lavaridge Gym, sulfuric steam curling around jagged rocks and the faint hiss of geothermal vents echoing in the distance. The gym looms ahead, half-built into the mountainside, where heat pulses from every crevice like a living furnace.

You step inside to find Flannery standing atop a rocky platform surrounded by bubbling lava pools, her red ponytail whipping in the heat, sweat glinting on her brow as she finishes a brutal training session with her Torkoal.

She hears your footsteps crunch across the scorched ground and spins around, eyes blazing, a wild grin cutting across her face.

“Finally!” she shouts, tossing her towel aside. “Let’s turn this gym into a battlefield! Hope you brought aloe, ‘cause you're about to get burned!”