((OOC: Alrighty, then. Here comes another long battle-post of Gible-ish-ness. By the way, I think I'm enjoying the pace of this RPG... It's good to know at least for now it won't suddenly keel over and die, unlike some similar RPs...))
Dragon's Rage (Part 2)
From the Pokeball came a burst of familiar light that slowly materialized into another vaguely catlike Pokemon. However, this one had some completely un-catlike features as well. Sure, there were the whiskers, the ears, the claws... But its fur was all ragged, and it had a huge, furry tail that rose high into the air. Even in the rain, Rachel caught a whiff of a foul stenchemenating from the strange Pokemon.
Yep. It's a skunk. It wasn't just that pale stripe down its deep purple body that implied this. It was obvious even though Rachel had never seen or heard of this Pokemon before.
"Let's see if your Gible can take my Stunky," the man said with confidence.
Rachel gave him her harsh glare in return. "Gible, let's wait and see what it does first," she told her Pokemon, wanting to strategize a bit. After all, last time she rushed into an attack without knowing her foe, the results were fruitless.
"Stunky, use Focus Energy," Stunky's trainer called calmly. The Skunk-Pokemon closed its big, ugly eyes and seemed to completely stop moving. It didn't even breathe. Just stood there, in deep concentration. Rachel dared not make Gible attack it now, in fear her Pokemon would suffer a blow like Glameow did when it got hit by Dragon Rage. Perhaps this was a mistake, though. "Now, use Scratch!" commanded the man.
Stunky, filled with a wild fury, darted toward Gible.
"Dodge it!" Rachel wanted to scream, but it was too late. Three deep cuts for each of the Stunky's three dirty nails were laid into Gible's flesh. Her Pokemon fell over, writhing with the pain induced by the open red wounds.
"Get up!" she cried, "Get over it and get up!"
Gible grunted, looking clearly angered. While Rachel thought this anger was toward Stunky, however, she had not the slightest suspision her dear Pokemon could be upset at
her for speaking to him with such unconcerned cruelty. All the same, Gible obeyed. He pulled himself onto his hind legs, gave Stunky a cold look, and directed his anger toward the foe.
"Focus Energy! One more hit like that and that Gible belongs to Team Galactic!" cried the man.
Team Galactic? Rachel asked herself, confused. But she said nothing of it aloud. Stunky crouched low and concentrated once more. Only this time, Rachel knew what to expect.
"Quick, Gible! Attack it! Use Scratch before it's done focusing!"
Just as her little Dragon came in close, though, this "Team Galactic" guy must've gotten an idea.
"Stunky! Stop and use Poison Gas!"
Immediately, the skunk's eyes split open. It let out a low "Skuuuun!", shook its tail, and seemingly from nowhere a huge cloud of noxious, foul-reeking gas. The purple stuff fogged around the two Pokemon for a few seconds, and then cleared away. Stunky took a few backwards leaps to distance itself from Gible, who look as if he were about to puke. He retched and gagged a few times, then spat out a wad of saliva. Rachel caught a flash of a purplish color in it. That could only mean one thing. Gible was poisoned. It was only a matter of time before he fainted, and then she would lose the match.
Then, without Gible, my journey's over... she realized painfully.
"Gible, don't give in!" she insisted, "You can't let it hit you again! Sand-Attack!"
Clutching his head in his hands (paws?), Gible shook himself once and tried to grasp his focus. He growled softly, summoning forth a wisp of sand, and then, suddenly, something happened. The wet rain splashed on the sand, sending it up in muddy splatters.
No! It won't work! Rachel worried in deperation.
Wait a second... That's it! Stunky must be a Poison-Type, so...
"Gible, keep the attack up! Not Sand-Attack! Mud-Slap!"
Her Pokemon didn't seem to get the 'Mud-Slap' command, but he did as he was told, and that was exactly the attack he executed. Tan-tinted mud splashed onto Stunky. It was a Ground-Type attack, and judging by how it appeared to effect Stunky, the skunk Pokemon definately was a Poison-Type.
"Stunky! Scratch! Quick!"
"Again, Gible! Mud-Slap!"
Once more the sands for Sand-Attack appeared, and once more the rain turned them into mud. Stunky, tired out from the battle, gave into the super-effective attack, and rolled over on the ground in what seemed like pain.
"Finish it off! Scratch!"
Gible obeyed. And just like that, the battle was over.
The man recalled his Stunky, cursing with rage. "Fine! You can have these stupid papers! And your Gible, too!"
He wordlessly walked up to Rachel, stuffed a bag that had been on his shoulder into her hands, and stomped away. Curiosuly, Rachel opened the bag to see if these really were the documents or if this happened to be a trick. Inside was a clump of important-looking papers.
Thank Arceus. I was not in the mood to have to chase that moron down!
"Bul," grunted Gible, clumsily making his way back to his trainer only to trip over his own feet. Rachel watched as he hacked up another disgusting wad of poison-saliva.
"Get back in the Pokeball," she said simply. And in the rain, Rachel recalled her sick Pokemon.
