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They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us
We will be victorious
"If you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it."
Despite her new Bagon's tough exterior, the young dragon-type was ultimately swayed by song. The creature stepped lightly on its pointed toes, swaying to the gentle rhythm. And despite all of Andrea's faults, her voice managed to handle the simple vocals as she manipulated Sheeva's movements with her voice.
"Anything you want to, do it. Want to change the world? There's nothing to it."
Andrea moved alongside her Pokemon, partaking in a simple form of dance. While they were surrounded by naught more than the wilds, the female allowed herself to grow lax as her arms and legs preformed a variety of smooth motions. She followed her Bagon's lead at first, indulging the small Pokemon as they were granted a quiet moment of bonding. Releasing a low hum, the girl grinned as she observed the dragon-type beginning to mimic her motions. There was some difficulty there, and Andrea struggled not to snort in amusement.
"There is no life I know to compare with pure imagina-tion."
A small gasp escaped her, her execution of the high pitch leaving her winded. They paused their dance, with Andrea chuckling roughly.
"Ready for yer debut?"
Sheeva's merely nodded in response, narrowed eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Post by kristmar mortensen on May 23, 2015 3:49:22 GMT
The recently hatched ralts shifted restlessly in Kristmar's arms as he carried her. She was straining her head this way and that way, trying to get a good look at, well, everything with a wide-eyed curiosity. After being confined in her egg for so long and only being able to sense vague auras and presences, this really was a whole new world for the small psychic pokémon.
Kristmar, she hummed, her tentative and quiet voice filling her trainer's mind with the melodic softness of a gentle bell's ringing, there's people up ahead. I can sense them. The young ralts twisted around again in the blonde's arms to face the direction in which she perceived these unfamiliar presences. Her head bobbed from side to side, moving the red horns that protruded from her head about, as if to possibly get a better reception. These presences seemed in infectiously good spirits, something which gave her a faint, warm sensation.
Can... we go and see?
Before his new ralts had even asked her question through their telepathic channel (which was... really taking some getting used to, the feeling of something speaking directly into his head wasn't exactly pleasant or natural), Kris was already heading towards where he heard a voice sail from. This hadn't been the first time the ralts had wanted to go see a trainer who was in their immediate surroundings. This was probably... the third or fourth one already? The pokémon was young and curious though, Kris couldn't withhold her such a simple request to see more of this new world.
The closer they grew, the more Kris grew aware that the trainer - or whoever it was - they were approaching was... singing? Huh, alright then. Cradling Adelaide with one of his arms, Kris held onto the strap of the messenger bag hitched on his shoulder after pushing his almost silvery champagne bangs from his face. Once they found the clearing though... he kinda just stood there? The trainer and pokémon - a small dragon type that Deimos would no doubt love seeing - seemed that they'd just reached the end of their small spectable.
"S'up?" He interjected, holding onto his ralts a little more securely as she wriggled about to get a better look. "Didn't think bagons would be any good at coordinated choreography. But don't mind us."
They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us
We will be victorious
Both coordinator and Pokemon were startled by the sudden entrance of the stranger. The sight of a beautiful young man and his psychic-type greeted them as they peered in the newcomer's general direction. After exchanging a bewildered look, Andrea decided against admitting that she had been caught completely unawares. Her companion recovered from her startled state as well and puffed out a breath before boldly marching toward the duo.
"Bagon."
Who?
Sheeva spoke rather sharply to the Ralts, tone rough and notably unfriendly. The coordinator snickered at the display, resisting the urge to allow laughter to spill from her lips. The dragon-type eyed and sniffed, circling the slender male while releasing the occasional bark of her own name. She eventually eyed the pretty Pokemon tucked away in the human's arms. The female tapped the ground with her foot before pointing at the young creature of similar age with a stubby arm.
"Bagon?"
Fight?
Her head cocked to the side as she awaited a response. Andrea stepped forward at that moment, assessing the pair with her eyes.
"Name's Andrea," she introduced, her grin characteristically crooked. "This here's my Bagon, Sheeva. Imma coordinator."
The woman gestured toward the fidgeting dragon-type whom snapped at the air in greeting.
"Nice Pokemon ya got there," she said, producing her Pokedex.
"Ralts, the Feeling Pokémon. Ralts is the pre-evolved form of Kirlia. It can use the horns on its head to read human emotions. Ralts rarely shows itself to humans, but may occasionally approach when it senses positive or happy feelings."
"Huh, so it's pretty rare. Sweet," Andrea grunted. "She yer starter?"
Post by kristmar mortensen on May 23, 2015 14:41:04 GMT
The girl in the clearing didn't appear too fussed that Kristmar had suddenly made his interrupting appearance sans invitation. She looked around his age, perhaps even slightly younger, as she had a youthful air about her features; feminine yet, with the lop-sided smirk that twisted her lips, with an attitude about them. The bagon seemed like a mirror image of her with the way it boldly tottered up to them and directed itself to his ralts. His psychic pokémon shifted a little uneasily in Kris' arms as she was spoken to and gave her trainer a dubious look.
Another coordinator? This girl - Andrea, so she said she was called - didn't strike him as the type but, then again, even less likely types did make good coordinators sometimes. Amused, Kristmar settled his weight more on one foot and rested the hand which wasn't cradling his ralts on his hip, letting his ruby eyes pausingly rove over the young woman.
Kristmar... the ralts quietly called, but it was momentarily ignored.
"I'm Kris and... coincidence," he hummed, glancing down at the bagon introduced as Sheeva. "I'm a coord too. Did I interrupt you practicin' a routine with your bagon?" Kris jostled his ralts gently on his arm as the pokédex read out loud her entry. She nestled closer into the crook of his elbow and kept her eyes fixed on the small dragon. "But nah, she isn't my starter, thanks though. I hatched her and I'm just lettin' her see everything a little."
Kristmar, this bagon is requesting a battle, I think.
His attention shifted from Andrea back to the pokémon he cradled, amusement flickering over his relaxed expression.
"Oh? She is?" A small chuckle left the blonde and he glanced at Sheeva before looking back up at Andrea, an entertained smile gently pulling at the corner of his lips. "Your dragon a lively one? Adelaide - my ralts - tells me she wants to fight." Not that, y'know, he wouldn't be totally opposed to one. A little taste of first-hand battle experience for his ralts would do her just fine, they'd already gone through her moves, along with a new one which they'd spent a good deal of time teaching.
"I mean, I'm not exactly busy right now so..." And who could exactly turn down a friendly battle with a comely female stranger. "I'm not against it."
Post by andrea warren on May 23, 2015 15:10:37 GMT
Another promise , another seed
Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed
And
all the green belts
wrapped around our minds
endless red tape to keep
the truth confined
They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us
We will be victorious
Andrea flashed the pretty boy another cocky grin, revealing teeth as her gaze shifted from her Bagon to him once more.
"'course she is. She's mine, after all. And, nah. We were jus' havin' some fun. Imma use my Froakie fer my debut. Sheeva'll get her day once she's a lil' older. She jus' hatched, ya see?"
It was at that moment that the female coordinator considered taking part in a battle. Her Pokemon desired it, and she wasn't entirely against the idea of indulging in combat herself. And, since he had stated Ralts wasn't his starter, it was likely he had his own team as well.
"Sure. Why not," she replied, shrugging. "Sheeva could use the experience. Ain't that right, girl?"
The Bagon released a low growl in agreement, eyeing the pair with an eager look on her face.
"Alrightie, then," Andrea started, crossing her arms. "I got four. One's still an egg, and that's my Snivy. So, three on three, if that sounds good to ya. Imma assume ya got a good team fer yerself as well?"
The woman's gaze shifted to the Ralts, her smile broadening as she decided to address her next.
"Adelaide, eh? Yer a cute one, aren't ya? Sheeva likes ya plenty, too. Gonna be fun seein' ya in action, sweetheart."
Andrea turned away, approaching her red and black backpack that had been resting on the stump of a felled tree. She retrieved two capsules from the pack before walking a good distance away from the pair. Once she felt like there was an adequate enough space left for their Pokemon to brawl, she gestured for Bagon stand ready. The dragon-type barked out excitedly, taking her place before her trainer.
"Bagon!"
She preformed a small jig, twirling on one toe in a surprisingly elegant manner before executing a precise bow. Andrea copied the movements perfectly - both trainer and Pokemon in sync.
Post by kristmar mortensen on May 23, 2015 19:26:20 GMT
Good, girl as well as her pokémon were both raring for a friendly battle. The smile grew across Kris' lips, turning into something slightly more roguish and enthusiastic. His last battle hadn't exactly gone as planned and the bitter taste of defeat still lingered on his tongue but, perhaps, here he'd possibly be able to redeem himself somewhat. His team was still novice, that much he was certain of, but even if he didn't assure a win he'd be content if they were able to avoid a repeat of the one-sided slaughter his gible, Deimos, had suffered at the tail of that fucking Aqua grunt's aipom.
Kris couldn't help but feel a fleeting pang of jealousy when the girl casually mentioned she had a snivy egg in her possession. It was one on the few on his dream coordinating party. Gott, some people really were fucking lucky.
"Right, I got three here on me so that works." His fingers passed over the three pokéballs that were attached to his belt, brushing each of the metallic and polished capsules with light affection. He had Deimos, his gible, who had aptly recovered after his last battles and Reyner, his sticky-fingered and gluttonous sentret, who he had yet to use in a battle. Then there was Adelaide. The ralts wiggled slightly in Kris' arm as she was spoken to by the vivacious woman.
...she does? Adelaide certainly hadn't gotten a friendly vibe from the bagon before. Doubtful, the dual type glanced at the waiting dragon while the other coordinator went to fetch her other pokémon and, hestitantly, she tuned her telepathic channel back to Kris. I don't want to go first... can I just watch the first round?
The smile on Kris' lips faltered at the simple request. Ralts had a good fairy move on her which, versus a dragon type, would pack a definite punch but... Kris wasn't going to force the inexperienced pokémon into battle too soon. So he relented.
"Ja, ja... y'can go after. Just watch first how it's done." He reached for gible's ball as the woman prepared herself for battle, taking a showy stance and twirl which made him raise his eyebrows. This might not be a contest or even a regulated battle but.... huh, it never hurt to give everything a splash of glamour. Kris would refrain though. He didn't spin or twirl or dance, not on common field, but he did oblige the lady with a polite bow in return.
Her 'pretty boy' comment, however, was unnecessary. And Kris' expression momentarily spoke of his disdain for the term.
"Out y'come, Deimos," he chimed, throwing the ball into the clearing as he hopped a few hasty steps back. Red light spilled from the contraption and his gible appeared in the field, yipping energetically and hopping from foot to foot, ready and raring for a battle. His eyes, alert and shiny, fixed on the dragon before him - his opponent no doubt - and he greeted her with an excited bark. A dragon! A fellow dragon!
"Gible!" He snapped his jaw light-heartedly as he awaited his trainer's instruction, watching as he made a gesture that allowed the lady to make the first move.
Post by andrea warren on May 23, 2015 23:30:15 GMT
Another promise , another seed
Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed
And
all the green belts
wrapped around our minds
endless red tape to keep
the truth confined
They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us
We will be victorious
Sheeva tensed, both mentally and physically prepping herself for physical confrontation. Her excitement for the coming battle was quickly vanquished as the sight of a fellow dragon entered her field of vision. It was truly a pleasant surprise, for her nature as a young dragoness left her all-too curious of the fellow. She scanned the male, noting his species and stout figure. His eyes appeared to glitter with a natural spark that confirmed his readiness for battle. His scales appeared to be smoothly textured, showing very little wear and tear. His gaping maw and pointed teeth only added to his handsome visage.
Unaware of her Pokemon's thorough eyeing, Andrea merely chuckled at the arrival of the dragon-type.
"Sheeva, use Rage!"
Her Bagon stood idle, as though she had failed to take note of her coordinator's instructions. A look of bewilderment formed on Andrea's face. Had the Pokemon not heard her?
"Sheeva! Rage!" She barked.
It was at that precise moment that Sheeva's face grew flushed, eyes fell close, and a cooing noise escaped her. She hurried to approach the male, eager to get a closer look. Purring and crooning noises escaping her all the while.
"Bagon! Bagon!"
Handosme! Handsome!
"Bagon! Bagon!"
Like! Like!
Sheeva growled low, instincts ushering in her behavior as she revealed her interest by butting her head affectionately against the Gible's.
Baggoooon.
Sheeva. Like.
"W-what?"
Andrea looked on in absolute confusion, unsure if the opponent's Pokemon had an ability that caused her Bagon to fall under some sort of spell.
"What did you do?" Andrea asked, gritting her teeth in annoyance.
Post by kristmar mortensen on May 25, 2015 1:23:21 GMT
It was going to be interesting to pit Deimos against another dragon to see how he fared. He had yet to learn any dragon type moves but Kristmar was champing at the bit for a chance to use his newest move. They'd spent hours of effort over the spread of a couple of days teaching Deimos the ground-based move and, although he hadn't used it yet in an actual battle, the small gible seemed to have grasped the gist of the destructive move. The mere thought of surprising that grunt bastard - Ze - who had unfairly beat him the other day with this new move... was enough to entice out a malovent glimmer in his eyes.
He heard Andrea bark her first order to her bagon and Kris was quick to follow it up in preparation with an "Intercept it with sand attack!"
Although, so it turned out, there was no move to anticipate. Rather than attack his gible in fury, lashing out with paws and claws, the bagon sort of... didn't? She kind of just... what was she even doing?
"Deimos!" Kristmar called loudly, seeing this as an opportunity more than anything that he could seize. Disobedience in new pokémon wasn't unheard of. "Sand attack now!"
All Deimos did however was glance back at his trainer, wearing a slightly confused expression of his own as the bagon affectionately butted his stout body with her iron-hard head. The gible was hesitating. He heard his trainer's commands but... the young lady appeared to have no intention of hurting him; how could he be expected to follow them? Deimos gave an inquisitive yip at the other dragon and tilted his head, his inky eyes curiously roaming over her. Handsome? Him? He closed his wide mouth, a little bit smug and a couple of his sharp teeth peeking out from between his lips, and gave a pleased throaty hum, his broad chest vibrating contently.
"Um... me?" Kris retorted rather sharply on being accused of meddling somehow. "I didn't do shit. C'mon, Dei! Snap of it; attack!"
There was no response from Deimos other than another little rumble in his chest, no doubt enjoying the attention the other fawning dragon was giving him. Kris' scowled openly, his confusion written clearly over his face. What was... what even? He tore his gaze from the friendly pair and fired Andrea a heated look.
"How do I know you didn't do somethin'?" He snarled in his deep baritone. "What... moves did you teach her?"
Post by andrea warren on May 25, 2015 15:16:06 GMT
Another promise , another seed
Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed
And
all the green belts
wrapped around our minds
endless red tape to keep
the truth confined
They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us
We will be victorious
'Well, I didn't do shit either."
Andrea's irritation only swelled as she realized both of their Pokemon were seemingly incapacitated by something. Her expression morphed from outrage to bewilderment before comprehension finally dawned upon her. And when it finally did, her eyes grew sharp as she sought to confirm her speculation. She noted how Sheeva was surprisingly lax, while the other coordinator's Pokemon appeared to stand tall with pride. The female dragon appeared to be granting him the utmost attention, noises akin to purrs and growls escaping her all the while.
There was a look in her eye. And such a look appeared to enter the Gible's gaze as well. Andrea gritted her teeth, lips curling as she addressed her challenger.
"Your dragon's a male, isn't it?"
She paused briefly, struggling to realize that the fault was not their own. Nature was taking its course, and their Pokemon were beckoned by their instinctual need to recognize their preferred partner. Despite Sheeva's obvious youth, she easily recognized what she wanted.
"Mine's a female," she continued, clicking her tongue. "That means... ah, shit! Sheeva!"
Exasperated by her Pokemon's sudden desire, Andrea slapped her face with a hand.
"...."
After her palm slid down her face and she released a small puff of air, she spoke.
"Two on two," she said. "We'll make it two on two. I doubt they'll pay attention after this."
The coordinator gestured toward the cooing pair. Sheeva continued to nuzzle the handsome male, occasionally uttering him praise.
"Sheeva, go over there... or something. I really don't give a fuck. Just get outta the way."
The dragoness released a small snort in her mistress's direction before tugging her male off to the side insistently.
rock head - - lvl 05 - - healthy
rage - - protect - - ember bagon appears to be infatuated!
Post by kristmar mortensen on May 26, 2015 11:07:38 GMT
What the hell did his gible's gender have anything to do with this? He was just--- ah. No, wait. He understood now. The thought struck him all of a sudden as he observed the friendly pair and just... Kristmar squeezed his eyes closed, inhaling a deep and long breath, letting the steady stream of calming air fill his lungs completely. For fuck's sake Deimos. One battle, just one battle, without him playing up in some form or way... that was all he wanted. There was a small relief in that, at least, it wasn't just his pokémon who was acting improperly but it was still vexing.
"Right. Two pokémon." He muttered. The girl was right; what were the possibilities of the two dragons paying attention now that they were... Gott, Kris didn't even know. This was an honest first for him. He'd never had a pokémon be bowled over by someone else's and during battle no less. He could... understand the sentiment to a point but - fucking hell Deimos - he really had impeccable timing.
Deimos simply looked back at his trainer, his youthful eyes bright and innocent, as the female lavished him with attention. The blonde merely pursed his lips and tilted his head, gesturing for the dragon to move off the field like Andrea had, albeit in a slightly more polite fashion. He'd find it cute later, that his gible had taken a requited interest in someone's pokémon, but right now he found it hard to consider it sweet. Just badly timed. Kristmar waited for Deimos to clasp the bagon's hand with his own tiny talons and be ushered away a safe distance. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw how his dragon bolstered enough confidence to start nudging the bagon with his snout and playfully nip her hands gently. Dear lord.
"He's not normally like this, I swear," Kris explained, grimacing faintly for a moment as he went for his second pokéball, still cradling Adelaide who had watched this entire scene with a rapt attention and curiosity. "Alright. Reyner, your turn, I guess."
Tossing the metallic capsule, the willowy blonde sent out his next choice - Reyner, his sandwich-thieving sentret, who wasn't so bad once they'd gotten better acquainted - and the sentry pokémon sat tall on his tail, at attention and ready. He'd just been hungry that time they'd first encountered one another and Nikkie's sandwiches had smelled too good to pass up on. "Get ready with a defense curl!"
They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us
We will be victorious
Once the compatible pair had settled themselves comfortably someplace elsewhere, Andrea regained her focus, eyes narrowing as she carefully considered what Pokemon to introduce to battle. After several seconds ticked by, her brow twitched and she regained her signature wolfish grin. Reaching into her trouser pocket, she produced a single capsule, the creature that resided within the confines of the device deemed her most reliable companion.
"Give 'em a show! Java!"
The water-type appeared in a flash, the energy surrounding him quickly fading and revealing the petite Pokemon that blinked curiously in the Sentret's direction.
"Fro!" He croaked, notably jovial and eager.
Both stood idly by as the Sentret wielded the first move, the normal-type's defensive posture resulting in a hardier opponent. Andrea curiously eyed the creature before nodding.
"Alright, Java! Start off strong with an Ice Beam!"
The Pokemon's face immediately darkened, lips curling to form a similar grin that his mistress wore. His mouth fell open and a glimmering orb of chilled energy collected within his maw. Shortly afterward he exhaled, directing the powerful beam toward the Pokemon while uttering a sharp cry. Andrea watched on, unwilling to underestimate her opponent at a moment's notice. Despite the creature's simple and fuzzy exterior, it likely possessed a decent amount of potential itself.
Post by kristmar mortensen on May 27, 2015 19:12:50 GMT
Nothing could've prepared either of them for that ice attack and, Kris hated to admit it but, it'd caught them both completely off guard. The lady's pokémon appeared young, fresh, still wholly inexperienced, and Kris hadn't expected the small froakie to possess such a strong attack. A flicker of mild horror passed over the male's benign features, paling them a tone, as the gelid beam was fired straight at Reyner. Defense curl didn't do much to deflect an attack like that and the sentret was sent rolling away after the strong hit.
Another young pokémon with ice beam though? Niklaus' squirtle - his travelling companion's main partner - briefly came to mind as he also warded a formidable attack exactly like this one.
"You alright?" Kristmar asked the squirrel-like pokémon that'd been hurtled over to his feet. The sentret, with his trainer's help, brushed off the frozen crystals that clung to his glossy coat, and he gave a defiant nod. The blonde could tell that the barrage of ice had hit him harder than the normal type had expected though and he was slightly stunned. The sentret jumped back up to his feet, chittering, and flexed his bushy tail, ready to continue after a second to catch his breath. "Get close with a quick attack, and then follow up with a tackle!"
Almost as soon as his new trainer's instruction been acknowledged, the sentret vanished with a spurt of breakneck speed. He zigzagged to and fro as he approached, attempting to conceal from which angle he'd attack and avoid retaliation. An ice beam at a point blank distance would undoubtedly spell the end of the battle for him so the sentret, using his stealth he used to swipe strangers' lunches before he was captured, strived to avoid any attacks at all cost. After skittering about sufficiently enough to get close, Reyner launched himself for the frog pokémon in a sudden burst. He jumped back, skidding slightly on the dirt as his paws slid over the loose surface soil, and hastily jumped again, albeit slower but with a touch more power.
Meanwhile, Kristmar was avidly glancing between his current challenger, her froakie, the ralts who spectated from his arms and the affectionate couple off to the side. There was a slight relief though among all this; at least Deimos hadn't been put up against this froakie. The small dragon wouldn't have stod a chance. Adelaide, sensing the coordinator's subtle tension, lay one of her petite hands on his reassuringly and kept her eyes fixed on the battle, absorbing all this new knowledge eagerly.
They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us
We will be victorious
Java released a sharp cry as he was struck by the Quick Attack. The Sentret's clever maneuvering left him guessing - and prevented the male from avoiding the clever tactic. Frustrated with the collection of fresh bruises that were now littering his thin frame, he hurried to regain his footing. And as Java's foe returned to administer more damage, he flinched away, prepping himself to avoid the attack.
"No! Take it," Andrea snarled.
Her tone of voice caused him to take pause, eyes widening as he dealt with yet another strike. Even when he expected it, Froakie's eyes still squeezed shut as his face twisted to form a grimace.
"Grapple it!"
Reaching out hurriedly with his paws, he sought to cling onto the Sentret, grasping at that beautiful layer of glossy fur. Allowing his pain to fuel the flame of malice, his expression darkened a good deal as rage was reflected upon the simple features of his face.
"Froa-kie! Froa-kie."
Malice. Such a beautiful thing. It served as his motivation - the reason for striking back. Java wanted this to hurt.
"Bubble! Followed by Ice Beam!"
Sneering in the creature's face, his mouth opened wide, a plethora of bubbles jetting from his gaping maw. He intended to leave the normal-type somewhat wet before allowing the ice affiliated power to flow. And once it did, he aimed carefully, the collection of chilled power requiring a short period of time to charge before firing.
torrent - - lvl 08 - - injured
pound - - quick attack - - bubble - - ice beam - - growl java was hit by quick attack! java was hit by tackle! java used bubble! java used ice beam!
Post by kristmar mortensen on Jun 2, 2015 15:11:04 GMT
[nospaces]
The bubbles stung so much as they popped harshly on contact with his sleek pelt but Reyner gritted his way through it, writhing helplessly in the froakie's unshakeable grip. All his trainer could do was watch, just as helplessly, and clench his teeth at the attack fired from such close quarters. His sentret needed to get free before the second move was unleashed; they'd seen what a punch it'd packed, they'd already reached the conclusion that Reyner wouldn't able to withstand one from so close. Freeing himself was paramount, it didn't matter if they couldn't get a decent counter in. [break][break] "Get outta there!" He urged his pokémon, swiping at the air with the hand that didn't cradle Adelaide. "Scratch your way out!" [break][break] It took a bit of effort to free one of his paws enough from the vicelike grip but the sentret managed it. The little frog's gaping mouth was open in preparation for its attack and, from this close, Reyner could even see the energy that'd impulse it being built up. He gave a little cry and, with a fair amount of unsettled haste, swiped his concealed claws across the froakie's darkened face just before he released his attack. [break][break] The sentret wailed at a disturbingly shrill pitch as the artic blast consumed his body. The way his fur had been soaked made sure that what little protection it offered was entirely erradicated and the pain, created by the sheer coldness of the attack, was practically instantaneous. His energy, in a moment, was depleted, but not without one last but failed attempt to claw at the froakie's face. [break][break] Kristmar hissed a foreign curse under his breath as he watched the sentret's bushy tail fall to the ground, slack, while the rest of him remained tense and rigid, frozen in place. He fucking hated ice beams. Rubbing a hand over his face, he willed himself to remain tranquil. It was just one pokémon down; he still had two... uh, one. One and a half. Fuck's sake, Deimos, he was supposed to be the leading force on his party! What was he left with without him? A recently hatched ralts and a recently caught sentret? And he could already tell that Adelaide wasn't too keen on being the froakie's next contender after seeing that. [break][break] "Don't worry, Addy," he whispered to the small ralts as he called the fainted sentret back into his ball. "He's injured already. Just keep your distance and we'll use that new move of yours, hm?" [break][break] The little psychic type made a noise of acknowledgement, albeit not sounding too reassured, but she allowed herself to be placed on the ground anyway. A chance to use her fairy-type move was enough for her. She moved forward, venturing further onto the field, and attempted to set her face into something steeled and more prepared for battle, although her inexperience was perhaps obvious. And her nervousness, too. She didn't wait for her trainer's signal to use the move they had planned but, instead, as soon as the froakie was within range she fired him a started little look and released a blinding flash of iridescent power.
They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us
We will be victorious
Java stumbled away from the felled Sentret, sporting damage to his face that left him gasping in pain. Hunched over, he rocked back and forth for a brief period of time, eyes squeezing shut. An odd sensation had struck him. One that formed at his belly and gave rise to something positively sensational. His mind had clicked, taking note of his extensive damage and reacting to it positively by enhancing what made him a water-type.
"Froak-ie."
Andrea looked on in confusion, her smile slipping away as she noted her Pokemon's odd behavior. It was only when the petite creature was wrapped in a layer of light blue energy did she realize what had occurred.
"Bring it," she breathed, reassured despite her Pokemon's weakened state.
Intending to stay in for a moment longer, Java righted himself, the adrenaline stored within his very veins urging him onward. And as the young psychic-type took her rightful place on the battle field, he greeted her with a wicked grin - executing a slight mocking bow.
"Dodge!"
Once the bright light had been ushered in, Froakie shielded his eyes by turning away and taking advantage of his powerful legs. His ability to remain highly mobile proved useful, as he avoided the devastating blow that would have finished him at that very moment.
"Bubble! Give 'er a good spray!"
The Froakie exhaled the plethora of bubbles, the collection of frothy water traveling at a high velocity as it was launched toward the petite creature.
