Just as before, Clive stood from his vantage point to watch the battle take place. His arms crossed his chest as the glare of Pokemon being released from their balls flashed across his eyes. A deep huff escaped him as he compared the two Pokemon that were called forth: a Meowth and a winged beast nearly four times its size. He already knew this battle was going to be a complete wash, regardless of how well Yulia commanded the Pokemon she had so carefully trained.
It felt like the detective and the Braviary locked eyes for a moment, before the winged Pokemon returned his attention to his master. Heavy flaps of his crimson wings held him afloat as its trainer relayed information to it, and finally he would turn to face his opponent. The battle was now underway. Clive shifted in his spot, finding himself once again searching for his main target. It seemed that there would not be a chance for Yulia to battle the suspect, but Clive might still be able to confirm that the girl trained here, which was still something. All it took was to see her command a suspicious Pokemon, or find some betrayal in her voice, to help him confirm his suspicions. Once he found enough proof to convince himself, then he could approach things differently.
His thoughts were interrupted by the crash of a strengthened Superpower, which wiped out the gym trainer's Meowth. The second Meowth was defeated almost as quickly, Valkyrie's attacks sending it straight back into its Pokeball. That meant the only battle left for Yulia to complete her Gym challenge was one with Whitney, the leader. It was possible that the trainer they were looking for was working in the next room, the main stadium, to facilitate the battle. It would probably be worth attending the battle for the chance to locate the woman.
The man's hands shifted to his pockets as he took a few steps forward to meet Yulia and her Pokemon halfway as they approached. "Yes, it's clear that the two of you have spent a lot of time together," he responded, before glancing up towards Valkyrie. "Nice battling." He offered the Pokemon a nod before it was returned to its ball. His gaze matched Yulia's as they continued their conversation. "Yeah, unfortunately only Whitney is left. I'm hoping that the person we are looking for might be there, but chances are she won't be. I don't want to spend time asking any of the other trainers if they know where she is either, or else she will know someone is searching for her."
He had just about ignored Yulia's testimony about having fun battling, but he couldn't help but duck his head slightly after hearing her final question. He drew a long breath, holding in his desire to explicitly tell her that he did not care to learn all that much about her anyway. "Sure," he finally huffed. "Anyway, we've spent enough time here. Let's get your badge and move on."
After they made their way into the main stadium of the Gym, they were greeted by the sounds of a battle already underway. Clives gloved hands tightened together in front of his face as he observed. The battle was between Whitney and the girl they had been looking for. His front teeth snapped together as he gnawed idly at the threads of his black gloves. After a few moments, a young lass approached the pair of detectives. "Whitney and Sierra will be finished soon! They just wanted a quick battle before the next challenger arrived!"
Clive merely nodded, still biting away at his gloves as he watched the battle. Whitney commanded a Lopunny against the other redhead's Persian. "I didn't know she had a Lopunny," he muttered. "It might not be registered in the Pokemon League, so she probably can't use it for regular gym battles."
The furry brown Pokemon dipped and dived between repeated slashes of the Persian's claws, before finally landing a kick to the long cat's abdomen. "Now Lopunny!" Whitney cried. Without question, the Lopunny delivered a High Jump Kick, it's knee crashing against the Persian and sending it hurling back towards its trainer. The one-on-one battle was now over. Clive hurried to walk to the edge of the arena to get a closer look of the loser's reaction, hoping she would convey a telling sign of her character.