:: Swoops in from the rafters, happily ever after, aww man watch out, DL's a disaster!::
Yeap.
Whoot another battle in this!!
===Stipulations===
2 VS 2
DQ: 7 days
Abilities Active
Banned Moves: None
Arena - Moonlight Courtyard
A large, cobblestone courtyard, surrounded on all sides by victorian style buildings. At the center of the courtyard is a large, sculpted fountain, the water sparkling in the large full moon that shines down on the courtyard.
===Battlers===
===Round 1===
This night is young. Youthful babble is exchanged with every drop of water that flows within the fountain. Plentiful dreams are starting to materialized by the youth, now lying comfortably in their bed. And here I sit; perched atop a rooftop watching this courtyard ever so silently. It's fitting really-me sitting here, watching the night walkers on his warm summer's night.
A young woman enters, right as that maniacal madman comes sauntering in. Looks like my night may not be so silent after all. Terms are exchanged, and -well then. It looks to be a Pokemon battle instead of a Jack the ripper case. I may as well sneak closer for a better look.
Asi and Mysteec release their Pokemon within the courtyard, and spare no time in starting this exchange. The nameless Sewaddle, who's name I will change with every action, starts off with a genreous dousing of shoot necromancy. The grasses all rise up and over the small totem, who swings to try and break free. Its eyes glisten in the moonlight, reflecting off of some barrier it was mentally creating. The barrier completes its initial formation, but horizontally, to match its creator's position.
Em: -4E/-17H ~~~ John: -5E
SG: 6 act
Emet finds the strength to tear free of his grassy bonds, and rights himself. But that strange catekiller is on the move. Roberto attacks again, this time raising up a sphere atop its treestarhelmet. The Energy contained within that Ball (see what I did thar?) was volatile, and yet it flew across the courtyard as if it was made of floating Jello.
Meanwhile, Emet was busy flexing and removing the last bits of grass from its joints, when the sphere connected. Once again, Emet found himself horizontal
Em: -3E/-16H +2 Def ~~~ Max: -6E
Whalberg was a impressive little Sewaddle, taking no prisoners thus far. It seemed that Asi was more than a match for this lunatic of the late hour. Emet groaned as it stood, and turned to face this crafty tiny bug. He raised his arm, and just like that, George was already slamming him in the gut with an impressive facsimile of the move he was about to use! What kind of sorcery was this? Emet stared, and them smiled. The bug was confused, how come that move didn't hurt the golem? The answer didn't stop Emet from dropping his own arm on the back of the insect. Roger screeched and skittered backwards.
Em: -7E ~~~ James: -6E/-8H
===End Stats===
Asi