«Battle Writing Tournament» The Dragon Games ~ Meet the winners!

[DarkestLight]

Guess since Jeff went first last time, I'll go first this time :p

Thrown in the mix!

“Ladies and gentlemen! We are here in the final round of our Dragon Games. Through the battles we’ve had here, we’ve been privy to a variety of attacks and a bevy of Pokemon! It all comes down to these three battles to discern what place everyone falls into. The three battle arenas are set up and the crowds are ready for epic battles.

In the Sand arena however, we seem to have a problem. While Patti is there with her Pokemon…which we can’t see, her competitor is not to seen. It looks like this battle may be over before it even starts!”

The Sand arena came with a high temperature and an even louder, raucous crowd. Even with the lack of a competitor, they seemed anxious for a display. With the countdown clock winding down, Patti huffed and crossed her arms. ”Well, I guess I’ll be receiving the prize here.” She turned back toward the clock, and counted down with the referee.

5..

4…

3…

2..

*plop*

The sound of something colliding with the sand caused Patti to turn her head, and the referee raised his hand to stop the clock. On the field was an Abra, staring at a green mass that was face down in the sand. In a flash, the Abra vanished, and reappeared next to the referee. A mental discussion took place, before the ref nodded and pointed to the green mass. “There’s your opponent. There seems to be a problem with his trainer, but he’s ready to battle. He will be here shortly.”

“Are you serious? Well, this is a joke of a battle. Anyway, Rex. I guess we’ll begin.” Patti stated, with a disappointed tone. On the other side of the field, the green mass finally stood up, and walked into view. His vines were coiled tight, freshly grown from that last incident. Mossjito seemed uneasy with the way things had turned out currently, if his agitated state was any indication. But he had to be here. Rapp believed enough in him to make it this far-he had to give it his all!

The battle started with a streak of sand searing by. The wake left sand all over the place, and Mossy was rendered visually impaired. He looked left and right, trying to get a better grasp of the situation before he was knocked out before he even tried! So, remembering the early battling days he had with Rapp, he tried to start off with pollination. The first he tried to throw out was of the poisonous variety. As another sand streak blazed by him, he forced the cloud around his body. In a swift left turn, whatever it was that was zipping around the area doused Mossy in sand once again.

Mossy watched as the streak kept along its path, shooting back to strike him once more. Mossy knew these were just test strikes, not even real attacks…but why hadn’t the powder worked? Maybe he was too slow? That couldn’t be it. Mossy welled up a second set of spores again, and stood directly in the path of the sand. There was a hint of purple in the sand blitz, and Mossy went flying backwards from the force of the attack. Vines stabbed out all over the area, and he slid backwards to a stop in the sand. A few vines grabbed onto a rock, and saved Mossy from experiencing a nasty sand burn. Picking himself up, the planimal was washed over with sand once more, before catching another glimpse of purple head skyward.

It was obvious that the battle was with a speed demon, and that the poison powder was not working. So maybe it was time to ensure there was something to fight. The resilient plant began to spin, and seeds were thrown all over the immediate area. The streaking foe flew through the littered field, evading most of the seeds. Mossy turned as the beast shot away a third time, and hissed. What WAS this thing?

He had no time to dwell on this. The next strike was almost impossible to counter. A blitz of purple seemed to come from three directions, and Mossy was their focal point. Almost instantly, Mossy was sent flying through the sands. He rolled to a stop aside a dune, and reached his vines in the ground to try and stabilize. Deep in the dune, he found a rock and coiled his vines around it, in order to stand up. However, standing was almost out of the question. He felt pain all over his body, almost as if he was stabbed with a poison!

“The enigmatic Rex strikes Mossy with a bevy of Quick attacks-and follows up with a Cross Poison! This plant is all but gone! With no help from his trainer, it looks all but lost for this resilient plant. Can he come from this enormous deficit to win this match?”

The announcer was right! Mossy was on the brink of life from that strike, and he still didn’t know what he was fighting! But he had a sliver of a chance. Somehow, from somewhere, he could feel health seeping into his body. One of his seeds had to have landed. That was all he needed to know. With his time running out, Mossy created the only thing he could think of: a distraction.

Spinning his vines hastily, Mossy whipped sand right and left. As he did that, he moved backwards, stepping over the dune. Vines still whipping, Mossy hunkered down behind the sand dune, hoping this would work. The speedstreak of sand that was heading toward Mossy sped right through the whipping vines-aiming to blast Mossy from behind that dune. Mossy grinned as that beast flew through the dune…and into the rock! Screeching, a purple mass sat up, sporting a new bruise atop his head. Mossy peered out from behind the half buried stone, to see his adversary for the first time. Long appendages helped the round body assert itself, eyes glaring down at him. Mossy glared right back, unafraid. It was then that he saw it.

It barely hung off of one of the Crobat’s tails.

It was a seed, a solitary seed.

That little seed was saving his life. Not to alert “Rex” to its existence, Mossy went for the offensive, as the Crobat was gearing to fly. Knowing that was the secret to its success, Mossy knew he either had to get atop of it, or slow it down. “Rex! Looks like the plant is down on its last legs. Get back in the air and bite it and be done with it.”

Mossy jumped upward to try and thwart his escape, but Rex’s wings were of a faster nature. In three short flaps, his body went skyward, creating a Whirlwind behind him. Sand and small stones were brought up in the cyclone, along with Mossjito! As the winds tossed Mossy upward, he generated a spark. That spark shot out from the plant and whipped through the whirling storm. Rex dove down to try and bite Mossy, but wound up flying into a web of electricity! Screeching ensued, and the pair landed back on the sands. Mossy sighed; glad the landing didn’t take much out of him.

Rex however, fluttered in anger. This plant was barely alive, and yet it was still striking! The plan was still to bite Mossy, and he was going to accomplish this. Especially since Mossjito was so close. A low land lunge brought Rex within biting distance, but Mossy was ready this time. Realizing this thing struck him with a poisonous move, Mossy switched up what spores it should be using. The spores that Mossy created lathered all over Rex, even though the bat bit down on a few vines. Mossy backed away, and left Rex to fend for himself. Rex angrily screeched and skittered backwards, trying to fly.

Mossy reeled back as well; glad to have landed a successful few hits to this cretin of the poisonous world. Rex finally gained lift, and swooped down at the plant. Mossy ducked, and fired off two vines. One latched around each main wing, and Mossy was yanked sideways and upward. With the new weight, Crobat faltered for a moment in flight. That dip was all Mossy needed to reel himself in via his vines and Body Slam into Crobat’s midsection. Rex groaned and spiraled down, hoping to crash Mossy into the sand and end this fight for good.

The Sky Attack seemed to be the end all for Mossy. As he held on for what he felt was dear life. Mid-flight however, a strange series of muscle spasms began to take over Rex. He tried to control his descent, but his flight path began to corkscrew. With no control over his descent, Rex was flying blind. Mossy however, had an idea. Still holding onto Rex with those vines, he swung over and stood on Rex’s back as the Crobat skidded across the sands. As Rex lied there, Mossy complemented the downed flier with a second Body Slam!

“No! How is this possible?! Rex, get up and Air Cutter! You can do that from the ground. I will NOT lose to this prick! He does not even have a Train--”
Patti looked over to the side of the arena where there should have been a Trainer. Instead of an empty spot, there stood a ragged form, rasping for air. To its side was a smaller green Pokemon holding up both arms, and a pink Pokemon cheering on the green monster. “Hey! Who are you?” Patti shouted, as Rex skittered and flipped, slicing the air around him. Mossy saw this coming and slapped the ground, throwing himself backwards to avoid the Air Cutter. The streak left a nasty groove in the sand, but Mossy did not fear the outcome. He was feeling better every half a minute, and he knew Rex was going to fall soon. The problem was that any one attack could send him into unconsciousness.

“M-Mossy! We-we’re here! Go for broke! And to answer you ma’am” Rapp shouted, as he pointed to the scoreboard “I’m the one who fought my way here to make sure I didn’t miss the end of this match.” Mossy looked away from the new arrivals, as he heard Rex finally flap his wings in succession, and vaulted into the sky once more. What he saw amazed even him.

“Can you hear the crowd today here in the Sand Arena. This unknown Trainer and his Tangela have round after round amazed us all, and they’ve evidently saved the best for last! In 4 moves, this methodical mass of moss has evened the playing field. Any one attack could end this battle for either Pokemon. But don’t count Rex out yet, he’s back in the sky and ready to dive!”

Rex flew skyward and circled around Mossy, eyeing the ground. Thinking that Mossy was weak enough to take down, Rex swooped in for a Quick Attack. With the speeding purple lightning coming down, Mossy didn’t know what to attempt next. Rapp’s command came through loud and clear.

“Mossy! Shock Wave it again!”

Well, that was new. Mossy didn’t even think. He just reacted. A yellow halo encircled him, but Rex was too fast and tackled the plant. Mossy groaned and held on-using his vine to transfer the electric blast. Rex snarled and flapped upward, irate the bolt seemed to follow him even at this speed. Mossy landed as Rex gained altitude, panting heavily.

Rapp finally seemed to gain his energy and looked up at the Crobat, and at its Trainer. She seemed like a woman that lived for the battle-as she was pointing and tense with every motion of her Pokemon. But he didn’t care now. The last few hours gave Rapp a better understanding of what it meant to be a Pokemon Trainer-and he realized this was another defining moment-one he had to help Mossy realize as well.

“Mossy, I know you’re hurt. Heck, we all are. We’re here now however, and you got this far without us, so you know how to win. You got to slow him down one more time!” Moss glanced up at Rex, who flapped his wings, but only pointed them down at Mossy. The winds around Moss began to pick up, and he quickly thought up the only plan he could.

A nasty gust picked up, throwing all the sands and Mossy’s vines upward. Mossy began to tilt over, all the health he had accumulated was rapidly vanishing with this attack. But so were the spores he released, and they whipped around and up at Rex. Rex flew back to try and cast them down into the sand, but they got in his face and eyes.

Rex sped away from Moss, and tried to bank back in order to collide with the plant, but fell short, and crashed in the sand. The Crobat did not stop moving, his speed sent him skidding for a good 25 yards. Mossy-completely drained, just stood still as the bat came closer and closer...and then stopped, mere centimeters from his face! Mossy fell on his rump, staring as the bat slept!

That miraculous seed leeched a miniscule amount of health to Mossy once more, giving Mossy the energy to walk backwards, weakly. It looked over…it had to be over. Rapp, Patti, the announcer, even the crowd went silent to see if this match reached its conclusion. But Rex took a deep breath, giving everyone the realization he wasn’t out…yet.

Before Rex had a chance to attack any further and knock him out of this sand studded match, Mossy did the only thing he could. He called upon his plant instinct, and began to Absorb any and all health out of the sleeping titan. With a low growl, Rex finally stopped twitching, and lied still. Mossy finally lowered his vines, and hissed in approval. That was a battle he was glad was over.

[Mossy wins! Mossy reaches Lvl 30! Mossy learned Morning Sun!
Mossy reaches lvl 30. Mossy will learn Thief (to come up in a new and exciting chapter.)]

“Did you see that? After trading moves for 7 strikes, Mossy manages to best Rex and takes him down with-of all attacks-a Sleep Powder-Absorb combo! His Trainer Rapp gives him the moral support deserving of a king! Everyone give a mighty round of applause for this magnificent duo!”

Rapp looks around-to see both television monitors and actual audience members throw their hands up in supreme adulation. Picking up Mossy with his good arm, Rapp waved modestly and looked to his small brigade. “I’m sorry we weren’t here for the beginning Mossy, but you did fantastic. You can sleep now, we’ll take care of the rest.” Mossy weakly snaked a vine up to pat Rapp on the head, and subsequently passed out. May reached up to take Mossy, as she pointed to the west. Rapp handed Mossy over, and turned around, to be greeted by a stern face, extending an equally stern hand.

“Hmph.”

Rapp nodded. Her look said it all. No respect for him. “Look. I don’t know you. I just know that I had to get my Pokemon out of the situation that came upon us. I’m sorry that I was-“ Rapp’s lips were silenced by her index fingers over his lips.”

“Stop. At first, I thought you were a jerk for not showing up. But seeing your ragged state, you must have fought through hell to get here.” Rapp nods, holding up his arm which was hanging in a sling made from his own vest. “If you only knew…but I have to run. My Pokemon and I are to our limit, we need medical care.”

Patti nodded, and backed away as Rapp made a hasty escape, with May holding Mossy above her head. The small Larvitar growled at the crowd as they threw all sorts of confetti out in the air. Curiously, she bit at one of the flakes, and immediately spat it out. After that nasty webbing, things began to taste funny.

((Will edit learned move in soon, gotta get to a new Wi-Fi place.))