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THE CULT #5 – Hopeful hit.
"You wanna fight, blind boy?" Alexandrea hissed, obviously angry at the comment, but Sindri ignored the comment, and went on to battle against another trainer, although Matthias wasn't really paying attention. He was more focused on training Molotov.
Matthias patted the Makuhita on the head. "Ok kiddo, we're going to do some training." He exclaimed, before grinning. "You don't want to lose against that Lotad again do you?"
Molotov shook his head violently, before cracking his knuckles, ready for a fight. Matthias was happy with the Fighting-types attitude. Hopefully he wouldn't fall asleep mid fight this time. He had spent a few minutes searching for wild Pokémon, but the teams attempt at being 'stealthy' simply ended in them both chasing after the first creature they saw, which ultimately ended in them being caught off guard by a volley of Stringshot.
"Um, excuse me..." said the tiny voice of a young boy. Matthias turned to the sound, to see a kid about the age of ten or eleven, who nervously held a Pokéball in his right hand. Matthias nodded, with Molotov doing the same. "Do you want... um... to battle?"
A second nod from Matthias was enough of an answer, and seemed to inspire a little bit of confidence in the boy, at which point he threw the Pokéball forward. "Zigzagoon, go now!"
The Pokéball exploded in the typical red light, and a tiny brown and cream creature emerged. "Zagoo~n!" it yelled, as it glared Molotov, who was more than obliged to send back the look.
"Ok Molotov, let's do this." Matthias ordered, as his partner assumed its battle position. "Use-" he was cut short as he realised he only knew one of his Pokémon's moves. He pulled the Pokémon from his pocket and it made a light beep, as an image of a Makuhita appeared on the screen.
Matthias grinned at the second move, as it sounded interesting enough, but he was cut short as the tiny Zigzagoon slammed itself into Molotov, who was temporarily dazed, but was soon ready for combat once again.
"Hmm, barely a scratch." Muttered Matthias, before raising his voice to order. "Show 'em a real Tackle!"
The Guts-Pokémon darted towards the Normal-type, which gave Matthias a slight sense of déjà vu against Cass earlier. To anyone but Matthias, seeing a Makuhita waddle towards the foe would have been far too comical for most to bear, although he wasn't prepared to let a distraction make him lose this time. It slammed itself forward, landing on the ground. Molotov pushed himself back up, expecting the attack to be a perfect hit.
"Zig?"
Molotov picked himself back onto two feet, to see the Zigzagoon to the side, having simply hopped to the side. "Zigzagoon, hit it again!" yelled the foe, as the TinyRacoon launched itself at Molotov for a second time. Molotov didn't see it coming, and was hit once more, although it looked less harmed by this strike than the previous.
"What's your name, kid?" asked Matthias, trying to make polite conversation. "Use Tackle again!"
The kid thrust his fist into the air. "Dodge it again!" Unfortunately for him, his Zigzagoon wasn't fast enough, as it was smashed at full force, causing it to be launched backwards a few feet, before re-gaining its balance. It shook itself to remove the mud from its short fall. "My name's Calvin, Pokémon extraordinaire!"
Matthias chuckled. "I'm Matthias- jump up Molotov!" The Fighting-type leapt up, preparing to slam itself back down to the target. "And no, you're not going to win this match. Tackle!"
The height of the jump was fairly small, but for a Pokémon like Molotov was rather impressive, but it was at least high enough for the Fighting-type to turn to the side, ready to slam the side of its right arm into the Zigzagoon. It landed with a crash, straight on top of the Zigzagoon.
"Goo~n!" it yelled it pain, as it tried to push itself back up from the weight of the Makuhita.
Pushing itself back up, Molotov hurried back to its trainer's side. He cheered to himself, flailing his arms in the air in joy. The match was actually going well for once. The Zigzagoon readied itself too, but was considerably more harmed than Molotov was. The Pokémon may have been fast, but that all goes down the drain if you don't have the defence to match. Matthias gave a quick high-five to Molotov, but then prepared to fight once more.
"Zigzagoon, use Growl to weaken it."
The Racoon-Pokémon, made a low grumbling sound, which was neither threatening, nor of any use. At least, that was what Matthias thought. "Tackle, quickly!" Matthias ordered, being followed by Molotov darting towards the foes Zigzagoon, who quickly side-stepped it.
Calvin chuckled. "Keep dodging!"
Much to Matthias's discontent, that was exactly what happened. The Normal-type leapt from place to place, annoying the other side, and ultimately wearing them out. Molotov was starting to look out of breath; this could quite easily end the battle. "C'mon Molotov, actually hit it this time!"
The Fighting-type ran forward once more in the Zigzagoon's direction, trying once more to make contact. "Zigza-" muttered the Pokémon as it side-stepped the attack. Molotov, unable to stop, slammed into a tree, and fell backwards. This was starting to turn the tables, and even if an attack did land, it wouldn't nearly be as powerful due to the Growl move, even if Matthias didn't know it. And then an idea struck him. It was a long shot, but the move had to do something.
"Now, use FocusEnergy!" Molotov slammed his fist into the ground before leaping into an upright position, now engulfed in a red aura. He flailed his arms about violently, smashing part of the tree he fell into. "Cool..." Matthias muttered. "Now, use Tackle again!"
Molotov ran forward to attack once more, this time at a tremendous speed, probably gained from the FocusEnergy. The Zigzagoon prepared for the attack, simply spinning itself to the side, but the Guts-Pokémon had seen it coming, and had countered, by throwing himself to the side. "Makuhita!" He yelled, as he was slammed directly into the Tiny Racoon-Pokémon, launching it far into a tree. The red aura faded, as Molotov picked himself up, and dusted himself off. Calvin looked distraught.
"But I won all my other battles!" he exclaimed as the Zigzagoon was returned. "I have to go train!"
Matthias chuckled to himself. One win and one loss. Not too bad for a beginner.
It had been a few minutes of walking from there on out, when Matthias had begun to notice the slight change in temperature. Hoenn was one of the more tropical regions in this area, and it had begun to feel like Johto in the middle of winter, far too cold for even the northern parts of Hoenn. "Is it just me, or is it getting colder?" Matthias asked, although it was more stating his opinion than an actual question.
It was even more surprising, as the temperature continued to drop as they walked, and it was still the middle of the afternoon, nowhere near dusk yet. Matthias had started to shiver slightly, although his coat managed to ward off some of the invading cold.
As they moved closer, it seemed that some areas of the ground had been frozen, and partially wrecked. Matthias knew well enough that there was no natural reason for this kind of weather, even if that of Hoenn could be rather unpredictable. A Beautifly crumbled to the floor, half frozen and exhausted.
"Eaaaasssssyyyyyyy" giggled a small girl, who couldn't have been more than eight or nine. A Pokémon resided nearby, one which was as pale as ice and hovered just above the ground.
Matthias flipped out his Pokédex quickly.
Matthias stared a little blankly. "Doesn't sound like a very friendly Pokémon..." he muttered, although it seemed that Sindri didn't think so.
"Hello... sorry to be so forward." Said Sindri, with a remarkably cheerful tone, "but you have a very intriguing Pokémon there. Ghost types are one of my favourite and I must know where you got yours. Sorry if I'm being a bit blunt, I'm new to this whole trainer thing, and seeing such a spectacular Pokémon battle got me a little excited."
To Matthias, this just sounded ridiculous. "Eh..." he muttered, not thinking much of the Froslass's performance. "Ghost types aren't really my 'thing'."
While he did say that, he dare not try and prove that Molotov was tougher. He saw how that Froslass had beaten the Beautifly, and he was sure that the Guts Pokémon wouldn't fight it at all. It would have been a wasted and impossible fight anyway. He was pretty sure that Tackle wouldn't affect a Ghost type...
THE CULT #5 – Hopeful hit.
"You wanna fight, blind boy?" Alexandrea hissed, obviously angry at the comment, but Sindri ignored the comment, and went on to battle against another trainer, although Matthias wasn't really paying attention. He was more focused on training Molotov.
Matthias patted the Makuhita on the head. "Ok kiddo, we're going to do some training." He exclaimed, before grinning. "You don't want to lose against that Lotad again do you?"
Molotov shook his head violently, before cracking his knuckles, ready for a fight. Matthias was happy with the Fighting-types attitude. Hopefully he wouldn't fall asleep mid fight this time. He had spent a few minutes searching for wild Pokémon, but the teams attempt at being 'stealthy' simply ended in them both chasing after the first creature they saw, which ultimately ended in them being caught off guard by a volley of Stringshot.
"Um, excuse me..." said the tiny voice of a young boy. Matthias turned to the sound, to see a kid about the age of ten or eleven, who nervously held a Pokéball in his right hand. Matthias nodded, with Molotov doing the same. "Do you want... um... to battle?"
A second nod from Matthias was enough of an answer, and seemed to inspire a little bit of confidence in the boy, at which point he threw the Pokéball forward. "Zigzagoon, go now!"
The Pokéball exploded in the typical red light, and a tiny brown and cream creature emerged. "Zagoo~n!" it yelled, as it glared Molotov, who was more than obliged to send back the look.
"Ok Molotov, let's do this." Matthias ordered, as his partner assumed its battle position. "Use-" he was cut short as he realised he only knew one of his Pokémon's moves. He pulled the Pokémon from his pocket and it made a light beep, as an image of a Makuhita appeared on the screen.
*Makuhita, level five. Current moves: Tackle, FocusEnergy.*
Matthias grinned at the second move, as it sounded interesting enough, but he was cut short as the tiny Zigzagoon slammed itself into Molotov, who was temporarily dazed, but was soon ready for combat once again.
"Hmm, barely a scratch." Muttered Matthias, before raising his voice to order. "Show 'em a real Tackle!"
The Guts-Pokémon darted towards the Normal-type, which gave Matthias a slight sense of déjà vu against Cass earlier. To anyone but Matthias, seeing a Makuhita waddle towards the foe would have been far too comical for most to bear, although he wasn't prepared to let a distraction make him lose this time. It slammed itself forward, landing on the ground. Molotov pushed himself back up, expecting the attack to be a perfect hit.
"Zig?"
Molotov picked himself back onto two feet, to see the Zigzagoon to the side, having simply hopped to the side. "Zigzagoon, hit it again!" yelled the foe, as the TinyRacoon launched itself at Molotov for a second time. Molotov didn't see it coming, and was hit once more, although it looked less harmed by this strike than the previous.
"What's your name, kid?" asked Matthias, trying to make polite conversation. "Use Tackle again!"
The kid thrust his fist into the air. "Dodge it again!" Unfortunately for him, his Zigzagoon wasn't fast enough, as it was smashed at full force, causing it to be launched backwards a few feet, before re-gaining its balance. It shook itself to remove the mud from its short fall. "My name's Calvin, Pokémon extraordinaire!"
Matthias chuckled. "I'm Matthias- jump up Molotov!" The Fighting-type leapt up, preparing to slam itself back down to the target. "And no, you're not going to win this match. Tackle!"
The height of the jump was fairly small, but for a Pokémon like Molotov was rather impressive, but it was at least high enough for the Fighting-type to turn to the side, ready to slam the side of its right arm into the Zigzagoon. It landed with a crash, straight on top of the Zigzagoon.
"Goo~n!" it yelled it pain, as it tried to push itself back up from the weight of the Makuhita.
Pushing itself back up, Molotov hurried back to its trainer's side. He cheered to himself, flailing his arms in the air in joy. The match was actually going well for once. The Zigzagoon readied itself too, but was considerably more harmed than Molotov was. The Pokémon may have been fast, but that all goes down the drain if you don't have the defence to match. Matthias gave a quick high-five to Molotov, but then prepared to fight once more.
"Zigzagoon, use Growl to weaken it."
The Racoon-Pokémon, made a low grumbling sound, which was neither threatening, nor of any use. At least, that was what Matthias thought. "Tackle, quickly!" Matthias ordered, being followed by Molotov darting towards the foes Zigzagoon, who quickly side-stepped it.
Calvin chuckled. "Keep dodging!"
Much to Matthias's discontent, that was exactly what happened. The Normal-type leapt from place to place, annoying the other side, and ultimately wearing them out. Molotov was starting to look out of breath; this could quite easily end the battle. "C'mon Molotov, actually hit it this time!"
The Fighting-type ran forward once more in the Zigzagoon's direction, trying once more to make contact. "Zigza-" muttered the Pokémon as it side-stepped the attack. Molotov, unable to stop, slammed into a tree, and fell backwards. This was starting to turn the tables, and even if an attack did land, it wouldn't nearly be as powerful due to the Growl move, even if Matthias didn't know it. And then an idea struck him. It was a long shot, but the move had to do something.
"Now, use FocusEnergy!" Molotov slammed his fist into the ground before leaping into an upright position, now engulfed in a red aura. He flailed his arms about violently, smashing part of the tree he fell into. "Cool..." Matthias muttered. "Now, use Tackle again!"
Molotov ran forward to attack once more, this time at a tremendous speed, probably gained from the FocusEnergy. The Zigzagoon prepared for the attack, simply spinning itself to the side, but the Guts-Pokémon had seen it coming, and had countered, by throwing himself to the side. "Makuhita!" He yelled, as he was slammed directly into the Tiny Racoon-Pokémon, launching it far into a tree. The red aura faded, as Molotov picked himself up, and dusted himself off. Calvin looked distraught.
"But I won all my other battles!" he exclaimed as the Zigzagoon was returned. "I have to go train!"
Matthias chuckled to himself. One win and one loss. Not too bad for a beginner.
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It had been a few minutes of walking from there on out, when Matthias had begun to notice the slight change in temperature. Hoenn was one of the more tropical regions in this area, and it had begun to feel like Johto in the middle of winter, far too cold for even the northern parts of Hoenn. "Is it just me, or is it getting colder?" Matthias asked, although it was more stating his opinion than an actual question.
It was even more surprising, as the temperature continued to drop as they walked, and it was still the middle of the afternoon, nowhere near dusk yet. Matthias had started to shiver slightly, although his coat managed to ward off some of the invading cold.
As they moved closer, it seemed that some areas of the ground had been frozen, and partially wrecked. Matthias knew well enough that there was no natural reason for this kind of weather, even if that of Hoenn could be rather unpredictable. A Beautifly crumbled to the floor, half frozen and exhausted.
"Eaaaasssssyyyyyyy" giggled a small girl, who couldn't have been more than eight or nine. A Pokémon resided nearby, one which was as pale as ice and hovered just above the ground.
Matthias flipped out his Pokédex quickly.
*Froslass, the Snow Land Pokémon. Ice/Ghost type. It freezes prey with an icy breath nearly -60 degrees F. It is said to then secretly display its prey.*
Matthias stared a little blankly. "Doesn't sound like a very friendly Pokémon..." he muttered, although it seemed that Sindri didn't think so.
"Hello... sorry to be so forward." Said Sindri, with a remarkably cheerful tone, "but you have a very intriguing Pokémon there. Ghost types are one of my favourite and I must know where you got yours. Sorry if I'm being a bit blunt, I'm new to this whole trainer thing, and seeing such a spectacular Pokémon battle got me a little excited."
To Matthias, this just sounded ridiculous. "Eh..." he muttered, not thinking much of the Froslass's performance. "Ghost types aren't really my 'thing'."
While he did say that, he dare not try and prove that Molotov was tougher. He saw how that Froslass had beaten the Beautifly, and he was sure that the Guts Pokémon wouldn't fight it at all. It would have been a wasted and impossible fight anyway. He was pretty sure that Tackle wouldn't affect a Ghost type...
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