[b]MeLoVeGhOsTs versus Weasel Overlord
round six

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arena
future christmas – acid snow!!
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track
nabou uematsu – those who fight further
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the beginning
MLG watched for but a brief moment as his first pokémon, the vigilante slugma, give into his weakness and faint; the first pokémon to do so in this battle. Grasping the poké ball, MLG recalls the young fire pokémon before summoning another, "I choose my male hoothoot, Hermes!" The poké ball dances along the light, snow-covered arena floor prior to releasing the equally young hoothoot, "Hermes! Start off with a Hypnosis to get him asleep then use a Dream Eater, finish it with Aerial Ace! If Hypnosis somehow fails, use Psychic over Dream Eater."
Weasel Overlord watches the tiny owl flutter his own wings for levitation; surely a flying pokémon would have a difficult time in such an arena, she thinks to herself, "Avoid that hypnosis by using a Withdraw! Inside your shell, nothing can get you! Narh!," it would appear that for a brief moment, the overlord of weasels has lost her cool, "Ahem... follow up with a Rapid Spin and finish the round with a Clamp."
the battle
Hermes wastes no time; his eyes glow with an eerie placid as he attempts to give his opponent "the stare". Unfortunately, it's hard-pressed to hypnotise a creature that won't even look at you. Tyrus rests safely in his shell, guarded from any attempts, on Hermes' part, to fall asleep. Giving up on that plan, Hermes attempts Plan B. Closing his eyes and enveloping both Tyrus and him in a shadly purple-colored aura, Hermes then begins to really concentrate. Tyrus, despite being protected in his shell, begins to feel a slight discomfort as he is constricted in the air (6% damage to Tyrus). Attempting to break free of Hermes' mental grasp, Tyrus begins to spin faster and faster. With the rapid spin, the golden shellder amazingly breaks free of the tiny bird's aforementioned mental grasp. As he falls from the sky, he continues to spin in a clockwise motion until slamming into the hoothoot (4% damage to Hermes). Caught off guard, Hermes flutters his wings as fast as he can whilst climbing higher into the cold apocalyptic wasteland. As high as he can get, Hermes then sharply cuts through the air, sending several blades of wind cutting through. Each one scrapes across the shellder's casing, doing some slight damage (5% damage to Tyrus). His golden shell now scuffed up, Tyrus elects to finish the round; as Hermes slowly descends, Tyrus draws from his protective shell and then leaps towards the hoothoot's leg. Clamping down as hard as he can, Tyrus sends a shocking pain to Hermes (6% damage to Hermes).
the results
Hermes scrambles to get the shellder off his leg, but as the round comes to a close, Tyrus' poison sets in (8% damage to Tyrus). His grasp becoming weaker and weaker, Tyrus falls back to the ground, defeated. Alas, the round isn't over yet; for the first time, Hermes begins to feel the stinging sensation of the acidic snow (5% damage to Hermes).
hermes

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tyrus[b]
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[b]85% Health
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82% Energy
leg very sore; unwise to land
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[size=1]felled - by toxic
-Grey