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Mort was a bit annoyed, even though his journey was only beginning. The route looked rather generic; trees, grass, and boring Pokemon. Mort hadn't seen an exciting one all day. All he had seen so far were Pidgey and Rattata, and they weren't something that Mort was too keen on capturing. Everyone who was ever a Pokemon trainer had probably caught a Pidgey in their life, or something of the sort. He wanted something that was a little out of the ordinary, but not something that would be overly difficult to capture. Mort, however, was having a bit of a difficulty with this and such wasn't really enjoying himself as much as he probably should have been.
With a huff, Mort tugged the sweatshirt he had previously been wearing off and slung it over his shoulder. He glanced down, a bit unsurprised to find a bit of the previous night's dinner on his white shirt. Mort rolled his eyes, grumbling under his breath about needing to learn to eat slower, and then came to a halt in the middle of the road. He could have sworn...Mort glanced over his shoulder and looked at the bit of trees that was thicker than the rest. Thicker and darker. Mort's head cocked to the side, and he headed on over to investigate.
It didn't take long for Mort to wonder over there, and by the time he did Mort was beginning to think that he had imagined the flash of red and rustle of limbs. Craning his neck in a likely futile attempt to see what was up there, Mort frowned when he found nothing. No Pokemon, no people, nada. Mort heaved a soft sigh and then turned around, only to twitch in annoyance when there was a rustle that came from directly behind him. Quickly spinning around, Mort knew that he couldn't have mistaken it this time. There was a Pokemon in there, and Mort was going to drag it out. He wanted it, because it seemed different.
"Alright, Sneasel, I guess we could give this a shot," Mort grumbled, fumbling a moment with the ball before finally pressing the button and releasing his dark Pokemon. "Use scratch on the red thing!" Mort ordered as soon as Sneasel materialized.
Sneasel glanced at him unsurely, and then darted into the trees. There was a harsh beat of wings, and then a growl came from Sneasel. Within moments, there was a rustle and then a Hoothoot was being flung over Mort's head, landing with a thud on the ground a few feet away. Sneasel leaped out of the dense brush and shook himself, eyeing the Hoothoot with a harsh gaze of fire. Sneasel's claws, now that Mort actually stared at them in battle, looked almost breathtakingly sharp. Mort smirked, and then glanced at the Hoothoot. It was standing now, looking rather peeved at having been disturbed.
"Nice going, Sneasel," Mort said, pleased with his Pokemon's effort. "Go in with a taunt to start. When Hoothoot goes in to attack you, counter with scratch and just keep it up." Mort figured that this strategy would work for a while, because the Hoothoot didn't look particularly brilliant, by any means. It just stood there, staring rather blankly at Sneasel while it hopped about on one foot. Mort wasn't really even sure why he wanted the odd little Pokemon, but he figured that it didn't matter now.
Sneasel smirked at the Hoothoot, lifting its claws and twitching them towards himself. The Hoothoot's red eyes narrowed and it began to hop toward Sneasel, who crouched into a stance and got ready. The Hoothoot came quickly, but Sneasel disappeared in a flash and reappeared behind the Hoothoot, slashing its claws across Hoothoot's back in a scratch attack. Mort gave his Pokemon a slight smile, proud to see that Sneasel seemed to be a lot quicker than Mort had figured at first. Mort, though a bit sadly, figured this wouldn't be a difficult battle. With Hoothoot just charging in, there was really no cause for major error.
"Hoo," the Hoothoot tweeted, charging at Sneasel head on once more. Sneasel ducked the attack, about to go in for another quick scratch, when suddenly Hoothoot managed to whip around and slam into Sneasel with a heavy tackle that knocked the both to the ground. Hoothoot quickly fluttered off of Sneasel, using its tiny wings to keep it afloat. Sneasel slowly got up, shaking his head and rubbing it. Mort frowned, a bit annoyed at what had just occurred.
"I guess it's time to do something a bit different," Mort murmured under his breath, eyeing the blinking Hoothoot. It didn't seem to keen on attacking just yet, so Mort figured that he had a pretty good shot. "Sneasel, use leer and then follow with scratch! Try to make this one be the last hit, that way it'll be over." Mort wanted this to be done, because he wanted to capture the odd bird and be on his way.
Sneasel finally seemed to snap out of his little daze with the order. He slipped into a fighting stance, giving Hoothoot a murderous look that made the bird shudder where it stood. Hoothoot soon began to quiver, looking positively terrified. Mort smirked a satisfied smirk as he watched. Sneasel was making a good impact in the battle already. Mort could tell that Sneasel would be his best Pokemon no matter what; like no other Pokemon could match Sneasel's skill even if they tried. Finally zoning back in to the battle, Mort caught just enough of it to see Hoothoot get slammed to the ground by a quick scratch, and then Sneasel shove its face into the dirt with his foot.
"Good job, Sneasel. It seems like this battle is almost over," Mort said confidently. "Let up on the Hoothoot a bit, and let it come to you. Once it has, go and use scratch once more." Mort, though he had been wrong all the previous times he had thought it would be the final move before he got out the orb, figured this was it. Hoothoot looked broken and ready to crumble, and Sneasel was doing a magnificent job of taming the flying type. Mort was impressed, and he was happy.
Sneasel moved away from the Hoothoot silently, eyeing the brown Pokemon as it slowly got back up and gave itself the once over. Once Hoothoot was satisfied with the results, it turned a glare that Mort hadn't seen before on Sneasel. The bird tweeted angrily, and then began to flutter about as if it was having a temper tantrum. The bird charged forward, surprising Sneasel and knocking it over before he could do anything about that. Mort cursed under his breath, frowning at the Hoothoot's newfound rage. The bird was fluttering about like a madman, or a chicken with its head cut off. With slight amusement, Mort sort of noticed that the Hoothoot DID look like a giant head.
"Hoot! Hoo!" the bird tweeted with something akin to a growl. Mort's eyebrow arched and a funny expression came to his face. He didn't know that birds could growl like that.
"Erm..." Mort muttered, scratching the side of his head. "Alright then, Sneasel it's time to stop playing around. This will be our final attack no matter what. So attack with scratch, and make it count!" Mort ordered, eyebrows furrowing as he gave the command.
Sneasel growled right back at the Hoothoot and then darted in. Hoothoot charged forward, but Sneasel easily evaded the head on attack. He moved fluidly and slipped right by, whipping around and slamming his claws into the back of the Hoothoot's giant head. Hoothoot let out a cry and fell to the ground, slowly getting back up. Sneasel was on it once more, however. He slammed his claws into Hoothoot's front this time, knocking the Pokemon back a few feet and sending it skidding into the ground. Hoothoot let out a soft, almost pathetic, tweet as it tried to get up. It faltered and fell back down, red eyes open wide and staring blankly at the sky.
"Excellent job, Sneasel," Mort said. He grabbed one of the spherical Pokeballs from the strap of his bag and pushed the button to increase the size. The ball expanded and, soon enough, Mort tossed it. The Hoothoot was engulfed in a burst of red light that swirled as the ball closed. Seconds later, the ball began to tremble.
With a huff, Mort tugged the sweatshirt he had previously been wearing off and slung it over his shoulder. He glanced down, a bit unsurprised to find a bit of the previous night's dinner on his white shirt. Mort rolled his eyes, grumbling under his breath about needing to learn to eat slower, and then came to a halt in the middle of the road. He could have sworn...Mort glanced over his shoulder and looked at the bit of trees that was thicker than the rest. Thicker and darker. Mort's head cocked to the side, and he headed on over to investigate.
It didn't take long for Mort to wonder over there, and by the time he did Mort was beginning to think that he had imagined the flash of red and rustle of limbs. Craning his neck in a likely futile attempt to see what was up there, Mort frowned when he found nothing. No Pokemon, no people, nada. Mort heaved a soft sigh and then turned around, only to twitch in annoyance when there was a rustle that came from directly behind him. Quickly spinning around, Mort knew that he couldn't have mistaken it this time. There was a Pokemon in there, and Mort was going to drag it out. He wanted it, because it seemed different.
"Alright, Sneasel, I guess we could give this a shot," Mort grumbled, fumbling a moment with the ball before finally pressing the button and releasing his dark Pokemon. "Use scratch on the red thing!" Mort ordered as soon as Sneasel materialized.
Sneasel glanced at him unsurely, and then darted into the trees. There was a harsh beat of wings, and then a growl came from Sneasel. Within moments, there was a rustle and then a Hoothoot was being flung over Mort's head, landing with a thud on the ground a few feet away. Sneasel leaped out of the dense brush and shook himself, eyeing the Hoothoot with a harsh gaze of fire. Sneasel's claws, now that Mort actually stared at them in battle, looked almost breathtakingly sharp. Mort smirked, and then glanced at the Hoothoot. It was standing now, looking rather peeved at having been disturbed.
"Nice going, Sneasel," Mort said, pleased with his Pokemon's effort. "Go in with a taunt to start. When Hoothoot goes in to attack you, counter with scratch and just keep it up." Mort figured that this strategy would work for a while, because the Hoothoot didn't look particularly brilliant, by any means. It just stood there, staring rather blankly at Sneasel while it hopped about on one foot. Mort wasn't really even sure why he wanted the odd little Pokemon, but he figured that it didn't matter now.
Sneasel smirked at the Hoothoot, lifting its claws and twitching them towards himself. The Hoothoot's red eyes narrowed and it began to hop toward Sneasel, who crouched into a stance and got ready. The Hoothoot came quickly, but Sneasel disappeared in a flash and reappeared behind the Hoothoot, slashing its claws across Hoothoot's back in a scratch attack. Mort gave his Pokemon a slight smile, proud to see that Sneasel seemed to be a lot quicker than Mort had figured at first. Mort, though a bit sadly, figured this wouldn't be a difficult battle. With Hoothoot just charging in, there was really no cause for major error.
"Hoo," the Hoothoot tweeted, charging at Sneasel head on once more. Sneasel ducked the attack, about to go in for another quick scratch, when suddenly Hoothoot managed to whip around and slam into Sneasel with a heavy tackle that knocked the both to the ground. Hoothoot quickly fluttered off of Sneasel, using its tiny wings to keep it afloat. Sneasel slowly got up, shaking his head and rubbing it. Mort frowned, a bit annoyed at what had just occurred.
"I guess it's time to do something a bit different," Mort murmured under his breath, eyeing the blinking Hoothoot. It didn't seem to keen on attacking just yet, so Mort figured that he had a pretty good shot. "Sneasel, use leer and then follow with scratch! Try to make this one be the last hit, that way it'll be over." Mort wanted this to be done, because he wanted to capture the odd bird and be on his way.
Sneasel finally seemed to snap out of his little daze with the order. He slipped into a fighting stance, giving Hoothoot a murderous look that made the bird shudder where it stood. Hoothoot soon began to quiver, looking positively terrified. Mort smirked a satisfied smirk as he watched. Sneasel was making a good impact in the battle already. Mort could tell that Sneasel would be his best Pokemon no matter what; like no other Pokemon could match Sneasel's skill even if they tried. Finally zoning back in to the battle, Mort caught just enough of it to see Hoothoot get slammed to the ground by a quick scratch, and then Sneasel shove its face into the dirt with his foot.
"Good job, Sneasel. It seems like this battle is almost over," Mort said confidently. "Let up on the Hoothoot a bit, and let it come to you. Once it has, go and use scratch once more." Mort, though he had been wrong all the previous times he had thought it would be the final move before he got out the orb, figured this was it. Hoothoot looked broken and ready to crumble, and Sneasel was doing a magnificent job of taming the flying type. Mort was impressed, and he was happy.
Sneasel moved away from the Hoothoot silently, eyeing the brown Pokemon as it slowly got back up and gave itself the once over. Once Hoothoot was satisfied with the results, it turned a glare that Mort hadn't seen before on Sneasel. The bird tweeted angrily, and then began to flutter about as if it was having a temper tantrum. The bird charged forward, surprising Sneasel and knocking it over before he could do anything about that. Mort cursed under his breath, frowning at the Hoothoot's newfound rage. The bird was fluttering about like a madman, or a chicken with its head cut off. With slight amusement, Mort sort of noticed that the Hoothoot DID look like a giant head.
"Hoot! Hoo!" the bird tweeted with something akin to a growl. Mort's eyebrow arched and a funny expression came to his face. He didn't know that birds could growl like that.
"Erm..." Mort muttered, scratching the side of his head. "Alright then, Sneasel it's time to stop playing around. This will be our final attack no matter what. So attack with scratch, and make it count!" Mort ordered, eyebrows furrowing as he gave the command.
Sneasel growled right back at the Hoothoot and then darted in. Hoothoot charged forward, but Sneasel easily evaded the head on attack. He moved fluidly and slipped right by, whipping around and slamming his claws into the back of the Hoothoot's giant head. Hoothoot let out a cry and fell to the ground, slowly getting back up. Sneasel was on it once more, however. He slammed his claws into Hoothoot's front this time, knocking the Pokemon back a few feet and sending it skidding into the ground. Hoothoot let out a soft, almost pathetic, tweet as it tried to get up. It faltered and fell back down, red eyes open wide and staring blankly at the sky.
"Excellent job, Sneasel," Mort said. He grabbed one of the spherical Pokeballs from the strap of his bag and pushed the button to increase the size. The ball expanded and, soon enough, Mort tossed it. The Hoothoot was engulfed in a burst of red light that swirled as the ball closed. Seconds later, the ball began to tremble.
