I Laugh at your Misfortune!
Normal is a synonym for boring
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Warren looked up at the forbidding rock wall of the gym. At least he'd have the full team this time, not just one slightly psychopathic bear. His hand rested on one Pokéball, then flicked to another, then another. This new being nice to the Pokémon thing was conflicting with a few strategies. We could have just sent out Cannonball to crush them all, but if he just sent it out without having some stupid quality time with it first, it might just go into another sulk. He'd need something different. Taking a deep breath, Warren strode towards the door and pushed it open, gasping as the wall of oppressive heat rolled out. Flannery was already standing at the other end, grinning at him. Warren was beginning to understand why she only wore half a T-shirt, Not that he was complaining, mind.
"You're back, then? I hope you'll give me a proper fight this time." Warren nodded.
"Don't worry about that. Just worry about how to get crushed in a slightly less humiliating way." With that, he casually tossed a Pokéball and it instantly split down the middle with a burst of light that formed the shape of a small wolf. Silver growled, then looked up at Warren with a questioning growl. The trainer nodded.
"It's cool. No pressure. Just do what you can." Silver nodded, then drew its lips back in a snarl, facing Flannery. She released the same Torkoal that had destroyed Cuddles last time they'd faced off. okay, so maybe there was a little pressure. That thing was mean.
"Start it off with Ember!" Torkoal spat a few small flames and Silver quickly sidestepped to avoid them, before responding with a quick Tackle. Torkoal groaned, but both combatants looked unharmed as the wolf backed up. Flannery sniggered.
"Careful, Torkoal almost felt that one."
"At least he hit the target." Flannery narrowed his eyes.
"Well then dodge this! Smog!" Silver yelped as purple smoke gushed from Torkoal's throat, burning the Poochyena's nostrils with its acrid stench. Backing up to the walls, where the smog was thinner, Silver looked up at Warren, who was now breathing through his shirt collar. Flannery, on the clear side of the battle field, was grinning widely.
"Get out of this fog, runt! Try and subdue that turtle by creeping it out with Howl!" Silver nodded, then hopped forwards, howling loudly. Torkoal backed up a little - just enough for Silver to leap past, out of the smog. Still crouching, it and Torkoal circled each other warily, neither willing to make the next move and risk opening themselves up. Flannery snarled.
"Enough already! Overheat!" Torkoal stopped, stepped back, then let loose a torrent of flame from its gullet. Warren scowled.
"Dodge! Quickly!" Silver hurled itself sideways, but was still caught a glancing blow by the fiery blast. It tumbled to the floor, but scrambled up, wincing slightly. Torkoal, letting up with Overheat, was panting heavily. Warren grinned.
"Howl and Tackle!" Silver dashed forwards, letting loose a snarl as it sped at Torkoal. With a loud thud, it collided and Torkoal reared backwards, rising onto two legs. Flannery swore. Warren grinned.
"Quick, push it!" Silver gave one more tackle and Torkoal went crashing onto its back, flailing helplessly and exposing its relatively unprotected belly.
"Once more! Finish him!" Tired but elated, Silver leapt high into the air, aimed at Torkoal's stomach. Flannery scowled.
"Not just yet! Overheat!" Once more, flame poured out of Torkoal's throat, but this time it was in a wide spread cone and it seemed thinner. Not that this was of much comfort to Silver, who plunged right through the inferno and crashed into Torkoal. Both roared in pain, before crashing to the ground, unconscious. Warren and Flannery swore simultaneously. That had been unfortunate. Flannery grumpily returned her defeated turtle and picked out her next Pokémon. With a flash, the Slugma appeared for its second round against Warren. He looked over at Silver and returned the wolf. He hated to have to do this, but he had no real choice. Flannery was sure to have devised a counter strategy again Cuddles, Cannonball would just get pissed off and Violet might not react well to being thrown out again already. He couldn't risk that.
"Useless!" The bonsai appeared, then looked up at Warren. He bit his lip, remembering what he'd promised. He'd just have to go for it and hope.
"If you feel up for a fight, then great. If not, then it's cool. We can always give up and come back later." Useless growled at the mention of surrender, shaking its head vehemently. No way it would forfeit the match to a slug. Turning to face the slug, Useless let out an enthusiastic snarl. Warren grinned.
"Ok, good. Then let's go!"
OOC: It lives! :D
"You're back, then? I hope you'll give me a proper fight this time." Warren nodded.
"Don't worry about that. Just worry about how to get crushed in a slightly less humiliating way." With that, he casually tossed a Pokéball and it instantly split down the middle with a burst of light that formed the shape of a small wolf. Silver growled, then looked up at Warren with a questioning growl. The trainer nodded.
"It's cool. No pressure. Just do what you can." Silver nodded, then drew its lips back in a snarl, facing Flannery. She released the same Torkoal that had destroyed Cuddles last time they'd faced off. okay, so maybe there was a little pressure. That thing was mean.
"Start it off with Ember!" Torkoal spat a few small flames and Silver quickly sidestepped to avoid them, before responding with a quick Tackle. Torkoal groaned, but both combatants looked unharmed as the wolf backed up. Flannery sniggered.
"Careful, Torkoal almost felt that one."
"At least he hit the target." Flannery narrowed his eyes.
"Well then dodge this! Smog!" Silver yelped as purple smoke gushed from Torkoal's throat, burning the Poochyena's nostrils with its acrid stench. Backing up to the walls, where the smog was thinner, Silver looked up at Warren, who was now breathing through his shirt collar. Flannery, on the clear side of the battle field, was grinning widely.
"Get out of this fog, runt! Try and subdue that turtle by creeping it out with Howl!" Silver nodded, then hopped forwards, howling loudly. Torkoal backed up a little - just enough for Silver to leap past, out of the smog. Still crouching, it and Torkoal circled each other warily, neither willing to make the next move and risk opening themselves up. Flannery snarled.
"Enough already! Overheat!" Torkoal stopped, stepped back, then let loose a torrent of flame from its gullet. Warren scowled.
"Dodge! Quickly!" Silver hurled itself sideways, but was still caught a glancing blow by the fiery blast. It tumbled to the floor, but scrambled up, wincing slightly. Torkoal, letting up with Overheat, was panting heavily. Warren grinned.
"Howl and Tackle!" Silver dashed forwards, letting loose a snarl as it sped at Torkoal. With a loud thud, it collided and Torkoal reared backwards, rising onto two legs. Flannery swore. Warren grinned.
"Quick, push it!" Silver gave one more tackle and Torkoal went crashing onto its back, flailing helplessly and exposing its relatively unprotected belly.
"Once more! Finish him!" Tired but elated, Silver leapt high into the air, aimed at Torkoal's stomach. Flannery scowled.
"Not just yet! Overheat!" Once more, flame poured out of Torkoal's throat, but this time it was in a wide spread cone and it seemed thinner. Not that this was of much comfort to Silver, who plunged right through the inferno and crashed into Torkoal. Both roared in pain, before crashing to the ground, unconscious. Warren and Flannery swore simultaneously. That had been unfortunate. Flannery grumpily returned her defeated turtle and picked out her next Pokémon. With a flash, the Slugma appeared for its second round against Warren. He looked over at Silver and returned the wolf. He hated to have to do this, but he had no real choice. Flannery was sure to have devised a counter strategy again Cuddles, Cannonball would just get pissed off and Violet might not react well to being thrown out again already. He couldn't risk that.
"Useless!" The bonsai appeared, then looked up at Warren. He bit his lip, remembering what he'd promised. He'd just have to go for it and hope.
"If you feel up for a fight, then great. If not, then it's cool. We can always give up and come back later." Useless growled at the mention of surrender, shaking its head vehemently. No way it would forfeit the match to a slug. Turning to face the slug, Useless let out an enthusiastic snarl. Warren grinned.
"Ok, good. Then let's go!"
OOC: It lives! :D