ROUND ONE
Negrek vs. Weasel Overlord
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Banned Moves: None.
Arena: Simplicity: Plain, Indigo Stadium arena with fine, short grass and a large pond.
Stats
Diatribe [F] -
Negrek
HP: 100%
EP: 100%
Status: Prepared to Fight.
Counter - Substitute (15%) - Mud Sport
Yaotyl [M] -
Weasel Overlord
HP: 100%
EP: 100 %
Status: Ready to Rumble!
Thunder Fang - Strength - Thunderbolt
Arena Status: Normal
~Round 1 Begin!~
With the first round of the so-called "Random Tourney" finally at hand, the two female trainers quickly make their way on the field, the harsh sound of caws, roars, yowls, screeches, and cheers thick in the air--some from other battles taking place just behind the hardy cement barrier that divides the arenas, some from the crowd watching this particular battle.
The referee quickly gestures for Negrek to unleash her Pokémon, and she does so, revealing her random competitor to be a large, menacing female Feraligatr who glares at the crowd, growling in disapproval at the noise. Weasel is next, her choice a female Roselia--but wait, it seems a mix up has been made, and the Overlord quickly recalls the plant with an embarrassed look on her face, before revealing the
real competitor: a hardy looking Granbull whose temporary trainer is apparently fluent in Mayan. Diatribe looks rather unimpressed as Yaotyl descends onto all fours, hind leg scratching his floppy ear. The dog growls at the alligator, one eye staring at the blue behemoth, before he rises into his usual--almost humanoid--position on his two legs, itch relieved as the match begins at the annoying clang of a bell.
Diatribe seems content to do nothing as Yao starts the match with a determined, headlong charge on all fours. His bulky form races across the short grass, building up speed as electricity is conducted through his fangs. He bares his teeth as his distance between he and his prey lessens, electric sparks shooting across the turf. He lunges with a loud, gravelly battle cry. His fangs pierce deep into Diatribe's thigh, sending a multitude of deadly sparks through Diatribe's conductive body. The Feraligatr hisses at the pain, a bronze glow encompassing her whole body as she swings around her body, jabbing his leg outward as the repelling Counter does the rest.
The electric jawlock Yao has on the reptile is forcibly repelled, sending the hound flying backwards in a burst of invisible force and electric sparks that hurt like none other. Yao doesn't really know when his flying body finally hit the ground and stopped, whimpering as Counter pain finally begins to fade away, though his body and nerves are still twitching. He picks himself up, noticing an odd aura surrounding the water-type monster, completely oblivious to the fact he is now facing a fake substitute. The bulldog is hesitant to attack the gator, the pain from his last attempt all-too fresh in his mind. Nevertheless, Yaotyl musters up his courage and clears the distance between he and his opponent, adrenaline coursing like fire (not electricity, God forbid) through his veins. Yaotyl's muscles take on a firmer tone, bulging with newfound energy, bestowing upon the canine-fairy near supernatural strength. He hefts the unknowing 'gatr substitute above his head, marveling at how light the thing is compared to what he was expecting, tossing it into the grassy terrain, confident smirk returning as the energy pumped into his muscles wane.
The substitute seems to be moving on its own, heading towards the pool-side, arriving only to begin coating its body with a thick layer of gooey mud (while the real Diatribe is doing the same, and loving it). Yaotyl snickers at the absolutely ridiculous sight, the water-type looking less and less threatening by the moment. The dog's skin begins to flow with static energy, making his short, light-pink fur stand on end as he generates enough electricity to fire a high-powered volt. The Thunderbolt strikes the sub with amazing accuracy, enveloping it with a thick yellow light. The mud sizzles and bubbles at the electric heat, though the Substitute still stands, life-force almost spent.
Diatribe is rather fond of her mud-covered self and rather good-looking mirror image, and finds it amusing that the little fairy-mutt has no idea what's going on. Yaotyl, meanwhile, has received a rather large boost in confidence, the pain from the nasty Counter fading away like a bad dream.