[T] Weasel Overlord VS Negrek - Ref needed

[Saffire Persian]

ROUND THREE
Negrek vs. Weasel Overlord
O|O

Banned Moves: None.

Arena: Simplicity: Plain, Indigo Stadium arena with fine, short grass and a large pond.

Stats


Diatribe [F] - Negrek
HP: 71%
EP: 72%
Status: Completely covered in mud. More puncture marks along both of her ankles.
Avalanche - Substitute - Counter


Yaotyl [M] - Weasel Overlord
HP: 70%
EP: 71%
Status: Ow... Mad at the fact he was tricked.
Iron Tail - Thunderbolt - Close Combat

Arena Status: Normal

~Round 3 Begin!~

With the distance between him and Diatribe very small indeed, Yaotyl lunges, as he spins around in a quick, but tight, circle. His tail, being small, is quickly and efficiently coated in a metallic sheen, and easily hits the unmoving Feraligatr's lower abdomen with a loud clang. Diatribe blinks at the blow, feeling the hard thud, but little else, as she finally releases the ice-type attack she has been patiently holding. With her being hit, the Avalanche attack rains down upon the dog mercilessly, inflicting double the payback it would have, had Diatribe been undamaged.

This, of course, is something Yaotyl is seriously regretting as the hissing wind full of snow, flakes of ice, and even bigger sphere-shaped ice chunks threaten to bury him under a good patch of thick, powdery snow, while adding to his injuries and emerging headache. Yowling, and receiving a mouthful of snow for it, Yao tries to claw his way through the snow drift with his powerful paws, made well enough for digging. The bright sun above is aiding in this matter, the heat rays beginning to penetrate the virgin snow, though not quite melting it.

With about ten seconds of rapid, furious digging--as he was beginning to feel something akin to claustrophobia, his head emerges above the ice-infused drift. The heat of the electricity channeling through his fur helps melt the snow around him somewhat, and with an enraged howl (his body half-in and half-out of the snow) Yaotyl releases a fully formed Thunderbolt at Diatribe. Diatribe does nothing in response, not even blinking. Obviously having charred his victim, Yaotyl grins, and precedes to dig himself out of the snow.

To his alarm, then to his rage, he finds cracks are beginning to spread over "Diatribe" again, rending her into dust, leaving the cold Yao without any real opponent. He spots the real Diatribe soon enough, still about 60% of her body covered in mud. An angry rumble emerges out of the bulldog's throat.

His back end is particularly cold, and his muscles seem loathe to kick back into gear for a few seconds as he prepares to initiate a deadly form of close combat. Which, for all intents and purposes, is lunging at the enemy and giving it what for, not caring about yourself and what happens to you. And frankly, that's exactly what Yaotyl wants to do: beat the crap out of the stupid thing that dared fool him not once, but twice!

Legs finally warming in the face of the sun, Yaotyl rushes off again, leaping at Diatribe, pounding the alligator with an all out, savage assault with no method to the madness, not even noticing the bronze glow he should very well know by now. The blows are obviously vexing to even the hardy Feraligatr, and she grimaces as she continues to be pounded by the savage assault. Then, the counter finally kicks in, and with a thrust of her body, aided by the Counter Aura-she sends out a force that carries Yaotyl even farther along the turf than before...right back into the slowly melting snow/icedrift. All Yaotyl can do is give a hardy growl in defiance and pain as he tries to recover from the exhaustion that's automatic with Close Combat. He suddenly wishes he hadn't left his defenses so... open.

Post-Round

Stats


Diatribe [F] - Negrek
HP: 44%
EP: 54%
Status: Still muddy, but it's slowly drifting off. A little surprised and winded by the ferocity of the Close Combat, but still satisfied.
Substitute: desinigrated


Yaotyl [M] - Weasel Overlord
HP: 35%
EP: 46%
Status: Thrown right back into the snowdrift. Exhausted. DEF & SPC DEF -1

Arena Status: Medium-sized snowdirft currently melting. Nearby, the arena is covered with a melting sheen of snow, and littered with bigger, hail-like stones.

Notes:

~ The substitute would have lasted, had it been covered in mud as well. I assumed that the substitute would just look like it had mud covering it this time, to mirror the original, not real mud. Thus, no protection from the Thunderbolt which killed it right away.

~Negrek goes first.