Pre-battle:

ASHarris's wily banshee lies silently in wait, as an evening breeze ripples her ghostly form. What little light is left in the dusk sky casts an eerie glow on her red necklace, which in the darkness seems enchanted, even cursed. A great snake of gigantic proportions emerges to face her, arcing his metallic neck and flashing her a look that threatens destruction. Both seem to share the same malevolence towards each other, as if the shadows of the ancient theater and its melancholy air instilled in their hearts a form of hatred that will drive them to seek the other's fall.

Let the battle begin.

Fantasma: 100%, energy(100%)
Va'szlain: 100%, energy(100%)

Round 1

Fantasma closes her eyes, drawing in a breath of the evil air... She is up against an opponent of great magnitude; his size mirrors the threat he poses. She must focus. It is a difficult task, for Va'szlain throws sharp insults at the Misdreavus in an effort to force her into neglecting her defensive maneuvers. Visible lines of sweat streak the ghost's forehead as she tries to resist the urge to go into complete offense. But something in the back of her mind - perhaps it was the state of focus she was attempting to achieve - tells her that in order to win, she must not be rash.

The metallic beast utters a low, menacing roar in irritation. He pauses a moment to consider his trainer's orders. Which option should he take? He is vulnerable to Fantasma now, but she opts to wait. She has been told to curse a specific action, and she must see it before she may do so. Va'szlain makes up his mind, exposing Fantasma to scorching turquoise dragon flame. The ghost squeals in pain, but she will have her revenge. Floating over to the Steelix, she wraps her ghostly essence around his head and proceeds to sap his strength. Binding a curse to the draconic flame, she ensures that if he uses it again soon, he will pay...

But coming into the monster's melee range proves to be a costly mistake. Fantasma shoots him with an expanding ray of red light that will warp his mind and create illusions of things that aren't there... This does not stop Va'szlain from sinking his heavy jaw into the body of the ghost to inject dark energy into her system. Fantasma howls in obvious pain; being one of the more unfortunate ghosts that does not phase instinctively unless instructed to do so, she was not prepared for that blow.

Fantasma: 73%, energy(84%)
Va'szlain: 100%, hallucinating, energy(78%)