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Post by Elijah Castaire on May 25, 2015 11:15:05 GMT
Maybe standing by the town entrance, the starting town's entrance, was a cheap way to score a battle and at the most was the least honorable way to do so. But he's suppose to be with Team Magma, honor should not hold too dear to his heart by that standard. Still, he feels more than iffy as he glances over the children that have attained their pokemon. He doesn't know who to be sorry for, the pokemon or the kids, that's none of his business, they can do whatever they like with each other.
Except of course he's looking to battle at least one of these kids.
He realizes that he need to pick at least one of them. When two eyes meet and all that shenanigans that somehow relied on one not gutting the other. He finally does pick one trainer, at least one that doesn't look like he's six years old, and marches off with a stomp. He's still getting used to battling himself, previous pokemon left behind and instead replaced by a strange sword but the sword ought to know how to battle, right? It was a sword for heaven's sake.
"You, me, battle." He grumbles, with as much efficiency in language as a caveman. He releases Silva onto the field to show how serious he is. It's the nerves, mostly. A few of the wandering trainers have stopped to take a look, eyes trailing towards the pair, but Elijah tries to ignore them.
Post by alexander torres on May 25, 2015 15:03:40 GMT
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Alright. Backpack stocked and checked, his new pancham well and rested, hair gelled and combed to perfection... it looked like they were actually ready to take the first step on this little adventure of theirs. [break][break] Alexander hadn't been in Littleroot for very long; in fact, it'd only been the day before yesterday when he'd been given his freebie by professor Birch. Swell guy. A real nice bloke. The man had given him a young pancham, a male that Alex had nicknamed Nacho after... well, nothing in particular really, he didn't go for names with deep meanings and hidden connotations in other languages or whatever the fucking dumb ass trend was these days. He'd called him Nacho because it sounded cool and it topped all those hipsterish or frou-frou or purely unpronounceable names. To the point and simple. Just how Alex liked it. And it seemed like Nacho had liked it as well; the spunky thing had grinned roguishly on hearing it and had returned Alex's thumbs up. [break][break] They were gonna get along fine, just you watch. The little squirt had attitude and spark and that was something Alex could totally work with. [break][break] His jacket draped over his shoulders, hanging loosely off them, the young male was strolling leisurely towards the edge of the village when some other trainer just marches over to them. Alex gave him a once-over, he eyed this tall shit real good, wondering what his business was. Did he have stick with him or something? Because he didn't look too peachy. [break][break] "Eh?" Alex's nose wrinkled, his slim eyebrows knitting together in... well. Surprise. "Y'what? A battle?" [break][break] And like that, just like that, this guy - this fucking guy - went ahead and called out his pokémon without further ado. Seemed serious. If this chump had been hoping to intimidate him in some way, he'd have to try harder than this though. But, at the same time, he was direct, to the point. And, like mentioned before, Alex liked that. [break][break] "A'right. Kinda in a rush though," The shorter man drawled, taking his pokéball off his belt, as an impish and teasing grin grew across his lips. "So I'll make sure I kick yer ass quickly." With an almost lazy flick of his wrist, he called out his one and only pokémon. Nacho. It was time to debut him in battle and against a honedge, no less. This'd be interesting. Much better than putting him up against those rattatas or bidoofs that you found everywhere these days between towns. [break][break] "Start off with a leer, Nacho." The small panda squared his shoulders on the field, levelling himself with the weaponlike pokémon, and chewed on his leaf confidently, acknowledging his trainer's command with a nod. He fixed his expressive eyes on the dual type and narrowed them menacingly, trying to muster up as bad of a glare as he could. He couldn't disappoint his new trainer. He'd show this... whatever this was, what he was made of. For sure.
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 25, 2015 15:32:57 GMT
He cares very little about what the boy thinks. By the way he talks and walks Elijah has all but surmised that Alexander has great lacking in his upbringing, and frankly a large disrespect for anyone and anything that stands in his way. He snorts at the attempt at the jaunt, rolling his eyes to show how much those words were worth. Kick his ass? Puh-lease. At most they're still both beginners, fairly new to their pokemon and surroundings, except obviously one of them was a lot more bull-headed than the other.
He eyes the Pancham. Well, it looked like a fighter, not that it mattered, not with Silva on the field already. He'd would have called it out if he thought that Alexander would use the advantage of knowing which pokemon he's using to an advantage, but then again he's not entirely sure what the panda can do. "Maybe you will. You two do look like you'd make a terrifying pair." He says, sarcasm dripping from smile as Nacho opens the battle with his first move.
Scouting. Elijah thinks, the leer effectively catching his Honedge off guard as the pokemon seems a tad less stable in flight. It's non-damaging, but it has its uses none the less. But who needn't defense? Certainly not a sword. "Silva, Sword Dance into a Tackle."
The Honedge starts himself up with a fancy wave, almost looking like he glistens in the sunlight, edges looking slightly sharper, before charging towards the Pancham in a tackle.
Post by alexander torres on May 25, 2015 16:13:59 GMT
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"Thanks, m'flattered." The man's sarcasm, so thick and caustic on his words and accompanying a smile, just humoured the male with two-toned hair further. A little battle banter never hurt anyone, right?And this guy's honedge was really nothing to snuff at. Steel and ghost with a peculiar ability which, in this case, would turn into the blade pokémon's figurative double-edged sword. But they'd have to see how it went; with no moves at his disposal to lower his opponent's attack or buff up his own defense... the longer this battle continued, the more likely the sword's attack would peak and easily slay his pokémon. [break][break] They were just gonna have to not let that happen. This guy wanted a battle? Alright. But Alex was going to try to stay to his word and keep it quick for his own sake. [break][break] Nacho jumped up to his feet as soon as he was barrelled over, his leer faltering for a moment as a flash of pain flitted across his face. He grinded his teeth, mashing the stem of his signature leaf with zeal, and kept his eyes trained on the honedge. [break][break] "Keep that leerin' up," Alex instructed, shifting his weight to one foot to stand slantedly. The pancham gave another nod and continued boring into the steel type with his ominous stare. The cocky brunette tilted his head and surveyed the blonde trainer across from him, his eyes casually tracing his form with mild curiosity. He didn't even have this guy's name so what bug had bitten him, eh? Or was he just hanging around for a quick n'easy battle with the little kids? Either way, it was none of his business. [break][break] "And go in with a storm throw!" His pancham's powerful move, one that made his simple tackle pale in comparison. Or... it will if it landed, of course. Alex was bold but not too overconfident - Nacho was young and inexperienced, such a strong move took time to perfect - so he watched, with a little concern, as his small pancham began charging over to the honedge, growling as he went and outstretching his arms to hopefully deal a crippling blow to his foe.
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 26, 2015 2:28:01 GMT
With how the battle was going, and how their pokemon were barely able to battle at all, it would turn into a race for damage. Elijah knows this of course, considered all Silva really knows is tackle and sword dance, there weren't a lot of options on how he could play this except hope that he had damage on his side.
It is a surprise when the Pancham attacks. He wasn't sure what the pokemon was capable of, though it was mainly pride that prevented him from checking his dex to at least learn a little something from the panda, other than that the pokemon's stance hinted that it was a fighting type, but Elijah couldn't be sure. What really surprised him was that, when the attack landed and Silva was thrown off by the attack, Silva seemed a lot more hurt than he ought to be. After all, Silva had unnaturally high defense even with being leered, what with his steel type in play, which gave him quite the advantage when it came to battling other physical attacking pokemon to some degree but...
"Was that a crit?" He asks, mostly to himself, tempted to bring out the dex on this. Though, it didn't matter if he knew of the move or not, as it would hit again, should the Pancham go for yet another one of those attacks. The only thing he could do now was apply as much damage as possible. But it almost looked as though Silva wouldn't be able to survive another one of those devastating attacks. "Go again Silva." Comes the command, and once again the sword is thrusting forward at the pancham, floating eerily for a sword dance before rushing in to tackle.
Post by alexander torres on May 26, 2015 16:37:48 GMT
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Alexander wasn't sure what he was more pleased about; his pancham managing to land his powerful blow or the surprise that he faintly registered in his opponent's tone. He watched, with a widening grin, as the honedge recoiled from the hit, weakened, and he clapped his hands together once. Now... if they could get another hit in like that... this might actually be in the bag. [break][break] "Y'betcha sweet ass it was a crit," Alex called to the male, although the question had been more introspective than directed at him. "Storm throw always lands crits." And, coupled with pancham's 'mold breaking' ability, it bypassed those abilities which normally protected a pokémon from taking exaggerated damage, allowing storm throw to always hit at full power. If you wanted to avoid its critical power, you couldn't rely on abilities. He'd struck it lucky on having a nice combo that worked together; it was enough to instill a little confidence into this battle. [break][break] "Go in with a tackle!" He told Nacho as the sword began its attack-sharpening dance, preparing to lunge once more. "And when it's still close enough, go with another storm throw!" [break][break] The tackle struck the pancham hard though, even though he met it in the middle. The little fighting type was able to feel the increase in the blade's power compared to the first tackle he'd came in with. Such a silly dance could bolster its attack so much? After colliding with the honedge, the pancham staggered as he recovered his balance, wincing at the hit his body had taken. He wouldn't be able to endure another one of those. That had to be the last. Nacho shook off the stars that crept into his periphal vision and, as instructed, bounded towards the honedge once more to commence his attack.
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 27, 2015 6:12:35 GMT
And it seemed that... That was that. The damage is too much, Silva overpowered by the raw strength that the Pancham possesses. Silva's one eye closes, his body no longer capable of keeping afloat, and he falls to the dusty ground, body rigid as ever. Elijah groans to himself, returning the Honedge to his pokeball. There's nothing to be done, and it's all he can do to accept defeat with grace.
He thinks it good that Silva's first battle ends up in defeat. It will teach him humility, hard work, keep him from thinking that he's even mildly good. A taste of losing, in order to savor future victories.
No doubt Alexander would use the time to gloat about his victory, but Elijah wasn't going to stick around for that. He holds his head up high and make his exit.
Post by alexander torres on May 27, 2015 17:57:27 GMT
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Oh... well then. [break][break] If Alexander had to be truthful, he hadn't entirely expected Nacho to be capable of landing his damning hit. The panda had been weak, struggling, and it wouldn't have surprised the brunette if the honedge - a sturdy steel type in all its right - had been able to dodge the incoming attack. But, yeah, seeing the pancham actually strike true and fell its tricky opponent... it allowed a glimmer of elation, akin to a childish glee, blossom in the young man's chest. [break][break] Nacho fought to keep himself up on both paws after the honedge fell back but, seeing his foe go down, a relieved and triumphant smirk tiredly twisted his lips. He stumbled and turned to face his trainer who greeted him with a grin as he strode over to him. Alex carefully scooped up his pancham by the creature's armpits - the poor thing looked close to fainting himself - and cradled him. It felt good to win, few people would deny that, but it mostly stemmed from his own pride in his new pokémon. The pancham had done a fucking good job, right. [break][break] "Nice ba--" Alex cut himself short on looking up, seeing that his defeated challenger was already skulking away. He gave his retreating back a bit of a questioning look and raised an eyebrow at the male's dignified exit. Huh. Maybe he wasn't the type to stick around... but no mind. Some were more gracious in defeat and, to be honest, rather this than someone who threw a hissy fit. Alex jostled his pancham gently anyway and set off back into Littleroot to heal his partner. "What a shame he didn't hang around," he said, still grinning despite himself but offering a last glance over his shoulder. "Would've liked to have gotten his name at least. He didn't look half bad."
