ROUND 1 – Avril Levigne fanboy vs. That guy who used to hit on me
Pre-Battle:
Several weathered columns, worn away and cracked by the endless winds which forever blow through these stony limits, line the edges of what was once a vast and great colosseum upon the mountain-top. What remains of a once majestic ceiling hangs loosely supported now, while some less-fortunate pieces lay scattered about the rough floor, having not yet taken their tumble down the cliff. Upon this mountain there is no snow, as even the almost continuous fluffy sea of white is below it. Not a pleasant place to fall from, one can be sure.
A helicopter touches down brifely, just long enough for both Link 10 and Jarreddo to step out of its warm, heated cockpit and into the numbing cold. Above the shrill whistle of the wind, a loud shriek signals my own arrival upon this most inhospitable scene, having been made to ride here upon the nearly frozen wings of my Skarmory, Achilles.
Across the chilly expanse, a loud crack reaches my ears, and a plume of black smoke curves erratically off into the windy heavens. An orange glow captures my attention, and the heat of the fire all but takes my mind off of reprimanding Styx for starting it with dynamite. No, by the blackened marks across his otherwise bright red carapace, I think that he has learned his lesson.
However nice the blaze may be, both trainers know their pokemon will have to tough out the harsh conditions up here on their own. The cold depths of the ocean are nothing new to Link 10's Gyarados, but up here one thing is missing from that equation... the actual ocean. He flops around almost uselessly, able to move at no greater pace than that of a slow slither, and laboring even to accomplish this. Spiran looms over this "beached whale," so to speak, shivering in the cold and beating his wings slowly to try and keep warm.
The combatants:
Water Dragon (Gyarados M): 100%, fine
Spiran (Dragonite M): 100%, fine
Commands:
Link 10: Icy Wind, Twister, Thunderbolt
Jarreddo: Agility, Thunder Punch, Protect
FIGHT!
Despite his almost useless flopping, Water Dragon knows he is far from out of this match. He has the forces of nature on his side, to use to his advantage. His eyes glow a pale blue, and the fierce gale becomes even colder, if that is possible. Spiran takes to the air quickly, higher and higher... but there is no escaping the chilling winds. The stinging air chills him to the bones, as a thin layer of frost begins to form first around his wings, but quickly becomes visible around all of his body.
Shivering from the intense cold, he quickly doubles back. I say quickly, but he can really only move as fast as his nearly numb wings will allow him to go. The crackling warmth of electricity around his hand is a welcome feeling… now if only Water Dragon could share in it. Spiran snickers slightly, but a whirling vortex of wind catches him off balance. Nature is clearly against him here. Ripping through his body, the tornado blasts him back, dizzy and slightly disoriented. Momentarily regaining enough of his composure to realize what he should be, but apparently is not doing, he slams the glowing fist directly into the serpent’s fleshy side. He lets out a howl, and a hiss of steam escapes his body as the surge makes its way into his body, twitching reflexively on the ground.
Clearly, Water Dragon did not like that. He now prepares to subject Spiran to the same kind of torture, as his body begins to glow with the same sort of power he had just fallen victim to; but this time it is under his control. Sparks fly as it mingles with Spiran’s body, but he remains almost perfectly still, completely unfazed. The energy surge discharges harmlessly into the air and rock scattered throughout, warded off by some kind of protective shield.
Post-round stats:
Water Dragon (Gyarados M): 79%, fatigue (92%)
Spiran (Dragonite M): 82%, shivering, wings numb, fatigue (89%)