Pre-Battle Stats
Not quite sure on the gender on your two Pokes...
Sora (F Eevee)
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
Status: Fine
Pichu (F)
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
Status: Fine
MG and Pichu:
Swift~Seismic Toss~Thundershock
Roy and Sora:
Takedown~ Iron Tail~ Shadow Ball
Pre-Battle
36 minutes and still no Egg McMuffin with cheese? What’s this world coming to? Your Most Esteemed Referee found himself getting out of his go-kart, and stomping into your local McDonald’s to complain. Imagine his shock, when he found the restaurant packed, every commuter there staring at two young trainers having a… “verbal disagreement.” Cooly, one trainer released one his Pokemon, an Eevee with a glossy coat, who immediately sniffed the air with a hopeful expression. The other trainer just as quickly let out an electric rodent, a Pichu. The battlers assume ready stances at either end of the restaurant. Thinking quickly, the referee steps up, hoping to keep the battle from turning into a massacre (as electricity, dozens of commuters, and orange juice can only result in.)
Round One, Begin!
It’s Sora who makes the first move, rushing towards Pichu without any regard for himself or anyone else. Pichu keeps calm, locking her eyes on the opponent, and fires off an array of star-shaped energy. One star knocks Sora’s legs out from under her, and another pushes her backward, sending her skidding through a door into the back rooms. Quickly, the Pichu, the ref and the trainers follow behind him.
As the Pichu walks into the back rooms, the sickly sweet smell of frying grease and meat assaults her nostrils. Sora is there, but he is paying no attention to her, instead smashing up a soda dispenser with his glimmering tail. Pichu sneaks up on his opponent, seizing the Eevee’s tail, and throws him as hard as he can using his body weight. The Eevee lands squarely on his back inside a nearby fryer, which is quite hot, being rush hour and all. Sora yelps in pain and scrambles out of the fryer, wet fries flying everywhere. The stench of burning fur overpowers the smell of food, making the ref quite nauseous.
All this time, sticky soda has been seeping through the cracks in the floor. As Pichu charges up her electricity, the charge shocks her back, transmitted by the liquid. She squeals as the Thundershock’s voltage carries through the soda, shocking Sora as well as herself. Sora grimaces, his sides aching from the hot grease, as he builds up a sphere of pure darkness collected from another plane. The Shadow Ball zooms off, otherworldly in flight, before exploding on contact with Pichu, who is sent sprawling. Round One comes to a close…
[center]Post-Battle Stats
Sora
Health: 83%
Energy: 89%
Status: Burned by the grease (-3% health each round, slight attack drop.) Wary.
Pichu
Health: 91%
Energy: 88%
Status: Feeling fairly confident.
Arena
Soda is all over floor, making battlers paws sticky, which may slow them down. A freezer, fryer, grill and oven is in the back rooms, all functioning normally save the soda dispenser.
Other
Um…have YOU had YOUR break today?