Round Seven:
Mystra the Chansey (74%) vs. some (still) boring, nameless, genderless Alakazam (83%, asleep)
Even as it sleeps, hunger burns in the Alakazam's mind... a hunger for energy from thoughts never uttered when one is awake. Unfortunately, its ćtherial dream-feeder finds nothing from the wakened Mystra, and instead it gets a faceful of an intensely vile concoction that seeps its way into his bloodstream...
The Alakazam stirs. For a moment, Mystra thinks she has wakened it, but quickly realizes it's doing just that - talking in his sleep. However, as the Alakazam's babbling steadily increases in clarity and coherence, a boiling wave of emotion erupts within Mystra... such slander! Though at first Mystra realizes that her trainer couldn't care less about such lies, her logic slowly gives way to pure anger... not completely, yet. Not enough to stop throwing sparks of static at her aggressor...
Even heavy sleepers wake after being prodded and thrown around enough. Still slightly groggy, the Alakazam blindly reaches out with a mental grip much like somebody who has just woken up reaches out for something to support their weight on. Unfortunately for Mystra, she happens to be what the Alakazam supports its mental weight on. Even as she is crushed into the arena floor, she manages to collect ćtherial energy into a semi-spheroid shape, which explodes like an egg yolk as its ghostly mass splatters on the Alakazam's body. If there's any comfort for the Alakazam, it's the fact that Shadow Balls aren't as sticky as eggs.
End of Round Seven Status:
Mystra the Chansey: 64%, slightly fatigued, berserked
some boring, nameless, gender-confused Alakazam: 63%, badly poisoned, paralyzed