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Private/Closed Alolan Pokemon Hero Tournament

Brodie was smirking, now that she had her Partner on the Field, she seemed to have the battle in her favour, Her opponent's attacks missed Natalie, and Almost all her hits were landing, Eventually, it led to one last flamethrower Hitting Bee!
"Beedrill!!"
"Bee! No!" Sarah said as her Pokémon Fainted. she said "Return, Bee, you tried your best." She picked another Pokémon, and said "Go Shedninja!"
"Uh, what?" Asked Brodie, "Whatever, Natalie, use flamethrower."
"Dun." said Natalie as she used flamethrower
"Shed!"
"Shedninja! No!"
"I win Sarah, better luck next time!"
"its okay. I Knew I would probably lose, oh well. lets go back to Iki Town."
"Sure." They said as they started heading back, y'know, After Sarah had returned Shedninja and Had all the Pokémon healed up.
 
As the battle raged on, Ruby was largely at the mercy of the psychic surfer. Because of her naturally high defenses, the Dusclops was able to withstand the Marcel's ram attacks with relative ease. However, the high speed of the makeshift hovercraft combined with Marcel's clever maneuvering made it almost impossible for the slow, bulky Pokemon to land a hit. What interested Willa was how the Mr. Mime seemed to be limited to only ramming attacks at the moment. It was probably using all of its energy to stay afloat, so they wouldn't have to worry about a sudden change in tactics any time soon. The priority at the moment was to somehow knock the surfing mime off of his board. Suddenly, Willa was struck with an idea.

"If we can't hit the Pokemon...then we'll just have to hit the board!" Willa focused her attention on Marcel, waiting for the moment just before impact. As the mime Pokemon flew ever closer, Willa took the first opportunity she could find. "Ruby, now! Seismic Toss on the board!" Across the field, Garett's eyes flew wide open in shock.

"What in blazes?!" Garett watched in awe as Ruby's colossal hands gripped the rim of Marcel's barrier board as soon as they collided. With his momentum lost, the force of the collision broke Marcel's focus and sent him flying off the barrier. With her opponent sprawled on the ground, Ruby continued her Seismic Toss attack, leaping up into the air with the barrier in tow and throwing it straight down at the mime. "Marcel, no! Are you okay, my friend?" The Pokemon remained motionless on the ground, seemingly fainted. Then Marcel leaped up from the ground and back onto his feet, laughing as he did so. The Pokemon was clearly damaged, but apparently not enough for a knockout. It only took a moment for Garett to break from his shocked stupor to join his comrade in laughter. "Ohohoho! Marvelous, Marcel! Simply marvelous! It'll take more than that to stop this show!" This mime was starting to get on Willa's nerves.

"Ugh, Ruby! Shadow Punch now!" While Garett and Marcel were busy celebrating, Ruby sent a shadowy left hook flying toward the unaware Pokemon. Unfortunately for Willa and Ruby, the magician's eyes never left the battlefield.

"Ah, it seems it's time to exit stage left! Marcel, Relais!" Before the Dusclop's attack could even get close to him, Marcel tossed a small, odd looking rod of white energy into the air. The rod sent Marcel retreating into his pokeball, while simultaneously dragging out a Honchkrow from a pokeball inside Garett's hat. "Good to see you, Antoine!" The Honchkrow squawked a greeting back at his trainer before turning his gaze to the opposing ghost. "Stay sharp, my friend! Just like we practiced."
 
As an older woman walked up toward the place where the matches monitor had said for her to go, she took in the air of her world around her, relishing in the smell of this place, as she hadn't been here for over 20 years. She looked around, glad that the rocks had been dispersed by a Tauros earlier in the day for the combatants to arrive at their battling location. She looked around at this large hill, as channels from the days of when it was still a volcano made the appearance of a slight walkway as she headed over to the middle of the hill: a vast hole in the middle of the hill gives way to a clear blue sky above. Even with the sides of the hill slanted toward the center of this great hole, the light still shone on the grassy and dirt-laden ground before her, as bushes and vines accommodate the dead volcano.

This hallow would normally be bare if it weren't for the tournament happening. There was already a referee there, waiting for the competitors to arrive. Nothing else was here except for maybe a few seats here and there, if anyone wanted to watch such a battle. Angel, the monochromatic woman, looked at the seats, smirking to herself that nobody would watch this battle unless it were the final four. She awaited for her opponent, and that's when he arrived.

A younger male arrived to the scene, hurrying as if he were late. She raised an eyebrow and smirked, bowing toward him and extending a friendly hand in greeting. She was about to say her name, but he blew right past her, saying that he didn't have time for civil greetings and wanted to get right down to the battle. With an unimpressed frown, she knew this guy would be easy to blow over. She decided to pull something that he would never see.

As they got into position and readied the Pokemon they were going to use, the man threw his Poke Ball in the air, sending out his Machamp. Angel grimaced at such a powerful Pokemon, and hoped that her Pokemon would fair well against him. She was going to have a Pokemon battle him, who was equal in power, but not in typing. She threw out a decorated Luxury Ball, one with smoke and flame seals on the Ball Capsule, a gift she got from a friend, who was traveling in Sinnoh at the time. The Luxury Ball opened with a large plume of smoke drifting toward the ground. As her Pokemon landed, a plume of fire appeared around him, dispelling the smoke. Her Pokemon of choice was Incineroar, a large tiger-like Pokemon which was used to brand a certain kind of cereal.

Her opponent smirked, obvious that he was going to win, but the woman didn't think so. She tore off her dress to reveal a dancing outfit, and she began to tap dance. As he heard the tapping, her Pokemon began to follow the same beat, and later began to dance in sync with her. The man didn't look impressed, but he soon wondered if he was going to beat her at all.

He ordered his Machamp to use Arm Thrust, which the huge, lugging Pokemon obliged by speeding surprisingly quick toward the Incineroar, getting his lower right palm and his upper left palm pulled back to strike. The Incineroar dodged neatly, obviously foreseeing the attack beforehand, since the Pokemon didn't even bother covering up what it was going to do as it charged.

With the grace of a rock climbing Gogoat, Angel gracefully "dodged" the attack, even though it was aimed toward her Pokemon and not her. She then told him in a soprano sing-songy voice: "Félin, use Brutal Swing!"

Félin smirked and tucked his right arm close to his chest. He stopped tap-dancing so suddenly, that he had to regain his balance. It was regained quickly, as he used every fiber of his muscle to forcefully smash his arm into the Pokemon. The Machamp was slower to react, and flew backwards, however his muscles made the attack not very effective. Félin then listened closely for Angel's next course of action, his ears turned toward her. She then said in a far milder voice: "Acrobatics".

Félin jumped about, using many kinds of maneuvers to quickly jump around the Pokemon. He did cart wheels, somersaults, and hand vaults around the now disoriented Machamp. His owner told him to use Rock Slide. Machamp slammed his foot into the ground, which sent rocks from the earth to fly high into the air, which then came tumbling down. Félin managed to escape a few rocks, but got badly hurt from several of the sharp rocks raining from above. He still managed to execute his move, and punched the Machamp in the face from above, sending the muscular Pokemon to the ground. The opponent wasn't down yet, and his trainer told him to use Low Sweep, as the Machamp quickly used his muscles to force his body to sweep the ground, hitting the cat Pokemon down to the ground with a harsh blow to the face. Disoriented, Félin shook his head and got up, dazed.

The opponent took this opportunity to tell his Pokemon to use Focus Blast. Up close, the Machamp made sure he wouldn't miss by focusing his chi energy into a spherical ball in his lower hands. Instead of throwing it, he quickly smashed Félin's chest with it, sending the dazed Pokemon toward Angel. He landed on the ground, scraping the dirt path and slid toward his trainer. His ability, Blaze, began to activate. His body became cloaked in a fiery aura, and his belt began to glow and erupt flames furiously. He got up and, with a terrible roar, charged his fiery belt with more flames. The opponents were confused, but Machamp realized too late what he was doing. When Félin was quickly done charging his belt, Angel told him to use Blast Burn. The belt spewed out flames, but not toward the opponent. Instead, it cloaked Félin, who then roared and slammed his fist into the ground, sending the fire down into it. The opponents could see the cracks heading toward them as the fire erupted small spurts of flames through the ground. The Machamp was going to dive to safety, but the explosion caught him, sending him back. He fainted, burns and bruises on his body. He was sent back, being absorbed into his trainer's ball.

The referee raised his hand upward on the opponent's side and announced that Machamp was unable to battle, and then pointed his other hand toward Angel's side, saying that Incineroar won the battle. The opponent then sent out another Pokemon: a Kangaskhan. Angel knew how dangerous they were, as she angered a few in Kalos and nearly got beaten to death by them. Félin wanted to battle still, and she knew he wanted to stay in until he fainted. She nodded, letting him go, but their dancing ceased, as they both knew not to exude too much energy in a moment like this. The Kangaskhan was ordered to execute a move, a move that Angel didn't pay attention to. She told Félin to use Return, regardless. Félin, with the friendship him and his trainer had over the years: first remembered joining her team, then evolving twice, and then all the fun times they had together. The feelings he had during those times - pride, joy, accomplishment - swelled within him, as well as the love and care he had for his trainer, always taking care of him, even when he didn't need it. His body began to exude fiery hearts, and he charged toward the Kangaskhan, taking the hit of what looked to be an Outrage, as well as dealing some damage from his love-infused charge. Angel returned him to his precious ball, kissed the ball, and hugged it toward her chest, happy that he did a great job battling.

She then threw her ball, one with a sparkle and petal seals on it. As the Pokemon was freed from her confines, a swirl of petals and sparkles followed a Togekiss. She flew and landed daintily on the ground, landing on her tip toes. She cheered happily, ready for the battle ahead of her.
 
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"Okay, this battle has gone on long enough! Ruby, we're going on the offensive. Reel him in!" With a low, ghastly growl, Ruby began to conjure a dark aura around her fists, preparing a Shadow Punch attack. With great gusto, Ruby fired her left fist in an uppercut toward the opposing Honchkrow. Garett's eyes glimmered with ferocity; he had been waiting for this opportunity.

"Now, Antoine! Coup Bas!" In an instant, Antoine's wings began to glow a sinister purple aura, and in a flash he appeared before Ruby prepared to strike. Despite the Honchkrow's blinding speed, Ruby was unfazed. Instead, she flung her right hand forward with an open palm grabbing Antoine out of the air. As the avian Pokemon squawked and struggled in the Dusclops' grip, Ruby's eye began to glow a fierce red. Antoine could feel the ghost's palm begin to heat up, building up from a slight warmth to a painful burn. The grunts and caws turned into outright screams as the Honchkrow ignited in a blue flame. Ruby was using a Will-O-Wisp attack to burn the bird Pokemon in her hand. All Garett could do was look on in horror at the brutal punishment that was being dealt to his partner. "Antoine! Tiens bon, mon amie!" Willa was unnerved at the magician's switch to full on Kalosian. She never was any good at reading into the tones of people's voices, so for all she knew Garett could have been communicating some sort of secret maneuver to his Pokemon! She was playing right into their hands!

"Ruby, Seismic Toss! Keep the opponent away, and don't let it get close to you!" Ruby was confused by her trainer's order. She had her opponent literally in the palm of her hand! Nonetheless, Ruby obeyed her trainer, leaping into the air and flinging Antoine across the field towards the ground. However, being a flying type had it's advantages. Instead of continuing on his crash course to the dirt, Antoine was able to recover before impact and return to the air. Garett looked just as confused by the maneuver as Ruby, but he wasn't about to look this gift Ponyta in the mouth. Antoine was on his last legs from the brutal assault, and the burn he sustained would eventually drain the last of his energy. They would have to make the most of the situation.

"Quick, Antoine! Vibrobscur!" Mustering what remained of his strength, Antoine began to form a desolate energy around him, before releasing it in a dreadful black wave with a haunting screech across the field. Too slow to dodge the attack, Ruby was left to take the full force of the oncoming wave, barely managing to remain standing. Meanwhile, Willa almost didn't notice her partner's dire state as she was busy clutching her head and muttering to herself.

"What was that? Why did I do something so stupid?!" The distressed trainer was only broken from her stupor by the sound of Ruby wailing in pain from the powerful attack. "Ack! Ruby, are you alright?" When Willa looked up, she saw Ruby barely standing from the attack, while Antoine's burn had just flared up. In a final blaze, the Honchkrow came crashing down from the air, completely drained. Before Antoine could be hurt any further by the fall, Garett recalled his partner to his pokeball.

"Rest easy now. You were astounding, Antoine." He held the ball to his forehead before tucking it away within his cape. Seeing his partner in such pain disheartened Garett. He had a great passion for battling, and his Pokemon did as well, but Garett had always hated seeing his friends hurt. His heart ached for Antoine, but all in all his sadness only served to strengthen his resolve to win. Retrieving a great ball from inside his cape, the magician tossed it into the air, releasing a Hitmonchan onto the field. "Louis, center stage!" The fighter Pokemon looked or be full of zeal, eagerly knocking his gloves against each other and hopping from one foot to the other. "Waste no time, Louis! Poing de Feu!" Before Willa or Ruby could even register any movement, the Hitmonchan had already dashed across the field, its fist aflame. Louis came to an abrupt halt mere inches away from Ruby before delivering a well-placed blow in the Dusclops' middle. Ruby staggered backwards from the force of the punch, before tumbling down to her back, defeated.
 
Mentally running down the roster of Pokémon he currently had on him Knox settled on perhaps his most unorthodox team member, pulling his Pokeball out from beneath his coat. With no extra flourish he tossed the capsule into the air where it split open, briefly illuminating the cave once more. As the light subsided the squishy blue form of Adolph the Wobbuffet appeared, hardly an intimidating sight but anybody who was familiar with the species would know just how much of a pain in the ass the thing could be if you weren't prepared for it. Adolph had the least official battling experience of any of Knox's Pokémon so this would basically be his trial run to see if he would be up for future competitive tournaments. Today he was taking the place of the boy's trusted Toxicroak who was looking a little disheartened to hear he wouldn't be used in the first rounds despite being one of Knox's strongest Pokémon.

Jodi cocked her head to the side a little, not really sure what to make of the living punching bag on the other side of the cave. It didn't look very dangerous....what was this guy playing at? Garby the Garbodor also seemed puzzled, glancing back at his trainer as if to say "What? I have to fight that thing?". Kind of rich of a living trash heap honestly. Anyway despite not knowing anything about this new foe Jodi was eager to get back to the fighting. "Toxic attack Garby!"

The Garbodor hurled up a lump of glowing purple gloop from the back of its throat and fired it at Adolph, an easy enough target considering how immobile Wobbuffet generally are. Adolph was no exception, he didn't even flinch as the attack came straight at him, instead he followed Knox's orders, delivered by another series of whistles. A shimmering white shield appeared around him, the safeguard stopping the toxic from actually doing anything.

Jodi groaned as her attempt to poison the psychic type failed. But from the way it hadn't moved she reasoned it would be pretty easy to just try and knock it out with one really powerful attack....maybe it was time she used her secret weapon. "Garby, acid downpour!" She called out, performing the ritual dance move that accompanied the powerful Z-attack.

Garby was imbued with the power of the poisoninium-Z, closing his eyes as he absorbed it all, preparing to release his attack. After a few tense moments it was released, a huge pulse of acidic liquid that rose to the ceiling before splitting open and bombarding poor Adolph who practically vanished from sight under the downpour. His little blue form was completely swallowed up by the sea of purple.

Knox frowned, his forehead creasing with concern. Had Adolph even heard his whistle over all that? Would he have reacted by himself if not? Would he even be able to take such a powerful attack head on? The purple mist was fading now, although the terrible smell remained and there, that shape was surely Adolph! The question being would he be able to continue fighting...

The Wobbuffet was slouched over, clearly visible now, his face hidden as he simply stood there, immobile. Around the Pokémon the ground was covered in little holes as if it were made of Swiss cheese, the acid had eaten away at the cave floor already and forever marked the stone. All eyes were on Adolph now, a heavy silence in the air. A silence so thick it seemed as if nothing could ever break it. Until something did.
"Wobbuffet!"
And with that battle cry Adolph straightened up, a beautiful rainbow aura surrounding him as he looked straight at Garby and fired off a mirror coat attack. The force of the move was incredible, literally twice that of the Z-move that had come before it. It took the form of a bolt of white energy that struck the unlucky poison type dead in the chest, hurling it into the cave wall with so much force it hung suspended for a moment before it fell to the ground, defeated.

Jodi, for once, had no words. She had lost, and so suddenly as well! Even after all the hard work her team put into the fight....she wasn't sad though, she knew that this just meant she would have to try a little harder next time and she would come out on top. Yeah, one loss didn't mean she couldn't still be a pro poison type trainer down the line, it was just another hurdle to surpass. She looked up to congratulate her opponent but to her surprise he was already walking away, almost at the exit of the cave. He turned around at the last moment, gave a small smile and a jaunty wave and was gone.
 
Angel began to tap dance again, but this one was more graceful than the other dance. The other dance was more fiery and cool, but this one felt more ethereal, like it shouldn't exist. Her Togekiss's feet began to pat the ground to her tap dancing, trying to keep up with the beat. She ended up needing to fly upward though, seeing that the Kangaskhan was locked into Outrage. Yes, the move wouldn't affect her, but she would still get flung back somewhere and didn't want to get damaged by the ground. Her wings didn't even move as she watched the Kangaskhan below her thrashing about madly with the power of a Dragon-Type. That's when Togekiss's cute face became something from a horror movie. It distorted into something creepy, with a wider-than-normal smile and her eyes squinted. With how still she looked while flying in the air, staring down at this Parent Pokemon, she looked like some kind of floating sentinel, ready to strike.

The opponent saw this creepy mood shift with this Pokemon and felt unease. Unfortunately, he couldn't tell his Pokemon to stop mid-Outrage. Although, the Togekiss stayed in the air, waiting patiently for Outrage to cease. Once it did and the Kangaskhan began to get dazed and confused from its outburst, Togekiss instantly swooped down toward the Pokemon. Angel then commanded: "Togetoge, Extreme Speed!" as she fell toward the opponent. As she went for Extreme Speed, there were streaks of wind going past her wing tips as the wind resistance became null from her sleek appearance. She pulled her wings a little back to experience less drag anyway, and hit the Kangaskhan's side, smashing the Pokemon into the air for a bit before she landed harshly on the ground, scattering rubble and dust everywhere. Togetoge quickly pulled up, liking the advantage she had over her adversary.

The opponent then commanded the Kangaskhan to use Thunderbolt, which she obliged by using the newly reawakened organs within her to use such a move. Her body sparked with static electricity before she let loose a bolt of lightning. This bolt of lightning hit Togetoge while she was in the air, causing her to lose control of her power of flight for the time being. She had to flap her wings this time, saving herself from falling too harshly on the ground. While Togetoge was now right above the ground, the opponent told Kangaskhan to use Bulldoze. The Kangaskhan stomped on the ground harshly, making the ground more flat and causing a bit of rubble to hit Togetoge in the face. Togetoge finally fell down completely on the ground, unable to fly anymore. She shook off the damage and stared blankly at the Kangaskhan. Kangaskhan was going to attack, but she stopped, as she felt something off about Togetoge. That was when Angel began to dance chaotically instead of that serene dancing she was doing.

Angel commanded Togetoge to use Psyshock. Togetoge created these plates of psychic energy around her, which then broke away from her body and sped towards the opponent, smacking her body around and shattering when making impact. She then told Togetoge to use Aura Sphere, with Togetoge doing just that by swinging the tip of her wing up in the air in a circle, gathering up her own aura in a spherical shape. She then flung it toward the Kangaskhan. The Kangaskhan tried to move away as fast as possible, but the Aura Sphere homed in on her, smacking her chest. She was sent flying toward the ground. She struggled to get up, but then Togetoge, now finally gaining the ability to fly again, flew up into the air above her and instantly began to use Magical Leaf, pelting her with homing, magical leaves that she summoned from the bushes with her psychic power.

The Kangaskhan had enough and used Fire Blast without the trainer saying so, breathing in enough air to start the reaction and then expelling it in a great ball of flame. It took the shape of the Japanese character for "big" or "great" (大), and it incinerated the leaves, hitting Togetoge and knocking her back down to the ground as the fire swarmed her body. Not too long after, the fire exploded, causing Togetoge faint. Angel stopped her tap dancing and returned her Pokemon, upset that she should've known that Kangaskhan's were very versatile in their movepool.

The referee raised his hand facing Angel's side, saying that Togekiss was unable to battle, and that Kangaskhan won the battle after he pointed his other hand toward the opponent's side. Angel didn't pay much attention as she kissed and hugged Togetoge's ball and then looked at the third one. This one had pink and purple bubble seals on the Luxury Ball. She threw it out to reveal a Primarina, with a double-swirl of bubbles encircling her body. When she landed, the bubbles popped and made Primarina more moist than she was already.

Angel then began to dance more beautifully, dancing almost like a ballet dancer. She said in an elegant voice: "Use Sparkling Aria, Oratora!" Oratora began to create bubbles from her mouth, and then sang, controlling the bubbles with her voice. The bubbles then began to pelt the Kangaskhan harshly, knocking her out instantly. The referee said that Kangaskhan was unable to battle, and that Primarina was the winner. The opponent had just about enough, returning his second Pokemon angrily and sending out his next Pokemon: A Blastoise. Angel kind of knew that these Pokemon were quite defensive, but she didn't know if they were just overall defensive or specific with it. Regardless, she had Oratora use Aqua Ring, with Oratora singing a ring of water around her to periodically heal her over the course of the battle.

The Blastoise was commanded to use Hydro Pump, which he forcefully shot out of the cannons from his back. Oratora reacted quickly, not needing the guidance from her trainer to know what to do next. She, too, used Hydro Pump, spewing out a forceful shot of water, as well. They both collided, and the ensuing reaction caused a great deal of water vapor to cover the air, making it slightly damp. The Blastoise used Hydro Pump again, and this time Oratora used Ice Beam. A cryosphere formed in her mouth as she fired a beam from it, freezing the little particulates in the air around her beam of ice as it was shot towards the Hydro Pump, freezing it and creating a ripple effect from the ice speeding towards the source. The Blastoise dodged it just in time, stopping himself from using Hydro Pump and sidestepping away. The frozen Hydro Pump shattered on the ground, sending shards of ice everywhere.

Oratora smirked, and began to sing, using the frozen particulates of water and the shattered hydro pump as weapons, she raised them up in the air and forced them toward the Blastoise. The Blastoise quickly used Rapid Spin, dodging the attack by shattering the ice on his shell. From her singing, her Aqua Ring began to vibrate. She realized that Blastoise was male, and so she used Attract, sending out love vibrations and an intoxicating pheromone toward him while winking at him. The Blastoise immediately fell in love with her after taking a whiff of such pheromones and was day dreaming, unable to battle properly. Oratora began to keep this up, using Captivate to make the Blastoise not want to fight her, since she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Finally, she used Moonblast, taking in the energy of the cosmos and the moon in between her flippers, and firing it upon the Blastoise. The Blastoise tanked the hit, but it couldn't snap itself out of his day dream. His trainer was practically screaming and yelling at him to wake up and focus, to no avail. During this entire time, Angel was smirking while still dancing elegantly, while Oratora was moving as well as she could with her pinniped body.

Oratora began to go for the finishing touches. She used Return. She sang out her heart, remembering the time when Angel took years to find such a rare specimen such as her, and taught her how to read sheet music and eventually English and French. She then created watery hearts to dance around her as she sped quite quickly toward the dazed Blastoise. The Blastoise woke up from his dreamland, but it was too late, getting smacked hard by the most powerful Return he had ever felt. He fell to the ground, on his back and was unable to flip over. Oratora decided to finish it with a Shadow Ball, taking in ethereal energy in her mouth to create an otherworldly ball and spew it towards the defenseless Blastoise. With that hit, the Blastoise was knocked out.

The referee announced that Blastoise was unable to battle and that Oratora was the winner of the battle. He then said that Angelia Shayton was the winner of the round and will move on to the next round. As the man returned his Pokemon, so did Angel. She walked over to him, wanting to congratulate him on a wonderful battle, but he was a sore loser. He blamed and accused her of cheating and stormed off, obviously upset with himself. She then asked the referee curiously on cheating in a sport like this, and how it could possibly be done. He simply shrugged and told her that it was his job to oversee the battle and the Pokemon battling, not the laws regarding the battle. He told her if she wanted to know this information, she should speak with the receptionist or one of the police officers. She nodded to him in thanks and walked away from Ten Carat Hill. She thought about what she was going to do next after she healed her Pokemon. That's when her stomach grumbled. She will then plan on getting something to eat for her and her team, and then take a nap.

She looked on at the six Luxury Balls on her belt, encased in Ball Capsules with varying seals on them, smiling at them warmly for doing such a wonderful job getting themselves this far. She stretched and walked on back to Iki Town, wondering what other battles were finished, so she could get to know more people before the next round.
 
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“Thunder Punch!” Ry was ready to counter the dragon’s power. Fuego raised his right fist, while it was draped in yellow electricity. Druddigon’s tail clamored against it, and both parties got knocked back slightly, after a shower of sparks.

“You think you can beat Druddigon in a match of power! Think again! Go Iron Head!” Nathan seemed to be really wanting to end this as soon as possible. But with that, it eluded Ry Hey he would go for a move that wouldn’t be very effective.

“Flare Blitz!” Fuego’s body became engulfed in roaring flames, as Druddigon ran towards him in a headlong charge. The Dragon type’s head was glowing silver and was now covered in steel. Fuego let the flames grow as he pushed himself forward, racing towards the attack. The attacks collided with tremendous force. A shockwave spread throughout the arena as they both began to push against one another, hoping to gain an advantage in this battle of power.

But Nathan wanted this to happen. That way, he could lead Fuego in. For a powerful move. “Aqua Tail!” In an instant, Druddigon flipped forward, while his tail was surrounded in a spinning stream of water, that wrapped around it. The tail slammed into Fuego’s front side, knocking the Fire and Fighting type away.

Fuego flew back, slamming his hand into the ground to stop his momentum. He scraped along, making marks across the stone and ground. “Let’s go! Stone Edge!” This was one of Fuego’s more recent moves. It allowed him to keep his distance but still deal some damage. Pointed stones raised up and began to encircle Fuego, while pointing towards Druddigon. Within a moment, they fired, racing towards Druddigon.

However Druddigon simply lowered his head and allowed the stones to crash into his skull. “You understand that a Druddigon’s head is harder than any stone! There’s no way that a Stone Edge like that can hurt him!” Nathan bragged. “My Druddigon’s defenses are impregnable!”

Ry couldn’t help but laugh. “I know that. I have a friend who’s Druddigon is actually Fuego’s rival. And you made a grave mistake using Druddigon. Becasue I know you’re weakness. Speed. Now, let’s show the world our strongest move! Blast Burn!” Due to the Stone Edge, Nathan and Druddigon had been distracted longe enough to allow Fuego to get behind the Dragon type. Now, the ground began to heat up and Fuego’s flames were growing higher and hotter. It was time. All of Ry’s intense training for the last six months was boiling down to this move. He slammed into Druddigon’s back, delivering a powerful blow. While Druddigon’s Dragon Typing let it resist the move a bit, the power was too great and quickly overwhelmed the Druddigon, knocking it out.

Nathan silently returned Druddigon to his Pokeball, and stood there awestruck. “That was a sweet battle,” Ry said as Fuego flashed a thumbs up in Nathan’s direction. But the man simply waked away to stunned to say anything. “I guess we did good,” Ry said to his partner as soon as the man left.
 
After delivering the blow, Louis dashed back to Garett, still facing Willa's direction with his fists raised over his face. The Vermillion trainer recalled her unconscious partner. Past the Hitmonchan's gloves, Willa was able to make out a smirk on the fighting Pokemon's face that mirrored his trainer's prideful glee. She could see the magician's lips moving, probably showering his partner in praise. Willa couldn't make out the words though, as they were drowned out by her own quickened breathing. Everything was falling apart around her and she couldn't take it. Willa hated that she couldn't take it. She thought that she had moved past this! Clearly, she hadn't.

Her hands shaking, Willa tried running them over her face to calm down. Her fingers were slippery and slimy from her own sweat. They slipped off her flushed face as they left grimy trails of dirt and sweat. The girl didn't feel calm, not at all. She felt like a filthy, disgusting, idiotic, disgrace of a trainer who let her partner needlessly get hurt. She felt like a socially inept outcast who couldn't handle anything like a normal person and broke down in the middle of a battle. Every thought only served to worsen her condition, and new thoughts popped up the worse she felt.

Meanwhile, Garett had ceased his praise for Louis, instead watching his opponent with a mixture of confusion and worry. Something had happened to the girl across the field, but he had no idea what it was. He looked on as the formerly calm, collected trainer stood hunched over, her face red and smudged with spots of dirt. The skin that wasn't dirty was glistening with...Garett couldn't tell if it was sweat or tears. Perhaps both? Whatever was going on, Garett felt that he should reach out to her.

"Erm...miss?" Garett made sure not to speak in Kalosian, since he was pretty sure the girl couldn't understand the language. "Are you feeling okay? We can take a break, if you need to." Willa just felt even worse. Now her opponent was pitying her? How pathetic could she get?

"N-no! I'm fine! Shut up!" Willa practically screamed at the magician. Why did he have to make it worse? She needed to send out a Pokemon now, if only to prove him wrong. She was fine! Absolutely fine! Willa dug inside of her coat and fumbled out a pokeball with a heart sticker on the back of it. Rather than throwing it, the ball fell out of her hands and rolled out a couple meters in front of her. The ball burst open, releasing a floating, metallic Pokemon in a stream of light. The Magnezone quickly scanned the battlefield, identifying the Hitmonchan across from them as their opponent. Willa staggered toward her beloved friend. Lovelace could help her. They always helped her.

The Magnezone readied itself for battle, and awaited orders from their trainer. Then they felt a tapping on their back. It started off slow, then progressively got faster until the hands were practically drumming on their metal shell. Understanding the situation, Lovelace propped up her tail end magnet. When the metallic Pokemon felt their trainer's hands grasp the ends of the magnet, they began to send light electric pulses to the magnet, causing it to vibrate in Willa's grip.

Willa loved the tingling sensation against her skin. She could feel a tiny bit of static flowing through her body. It raised her hair on its end and made her body jitter a bit. Her breathing began to steady itself, ending with a sigh of relief. It was like a weight was lifted from her body. She couldn't quite explain why, but in her partner's static embrace Willa felt that everything would turn out alright. After a few moments, Willa begrudgingly let go of Lovelace and wiped her face clean with the sleeves of her coat.

"Thank you, Lovelace. I needed that." Lovelace beeped and buzzed with glee in response. The magnet Pokemon hated seeing Willa in that state, and was always happy to shock her out of it. After a moment of awkward silence between her and the magician, Willa sheepishly called out across the field to Garett. "Um...sorry about that. May we resume the battle?" Garett seemed to be at a loss for words.

"Well...well I mean...are you...?" Garett took a moment to clear his throat. The Kalosian magician then mustered up his old jovial smile. "Why, of course mademoiselle! On with the show!" At this point Garett felt that he had some idea as to what had happened, but he decided to remain quiet on the subject. After all, he was here to play the role of the opponent, not the interrogator. And as opponents, the only thing to do was to finish the battle they started. The glittering man turned to Louis. "Ready for round two, mon amie?" The fighting Pokemon eagerly nodded, re-adopting his battle stance. "Alright, hold nothing back! Louis, Poing de Feu!"

Jumping right back into the battle, Willa was able to track the Hitmonchan's movements much easier now that she wasn't so distraught. Additionally, Willa knew that if she could see the opponent, Lovelace would have no trouble. The Vermillion trainer waited until just the right moment before issuing her command.

"Now, Thunder Wave!" In a flash, Lovelace discharged a pulse of electricity, outputting enough force to stop their opponent in his tracks. Static began to spark and crackle around the fighting Pokemon; Louis had been paralyzed. "Excellent work, Lovelace! Follow up with Zap Cannon!" As the magnet Pokemon began charging the powerful electric attack, Garett's eyes widened in fear.

"Louis, move out of the way!" No matter how hard the Hitmonchan tried though, he couldn't dash more than a few feet before his joints locked up from the paralysis. It only took Lovelace a slight adjustment in angle to keep the boxing Pokemon in the line of fire. In a blinding flash, the Zap Cannon was propelled from Lovelace's hold, soon making impact with Louis in an explosion of light and static. The force of the blow kicked up a whirlwind of dust that concealed both Pokemon. When the dust cleared, Lovelace was hovering triumphantly over an unconscious Louis. Garett reluctantly called his partner back into his pokeball. He was sad for the unfortunate loss, and wished he hadn't been so reckless with his attack. At the same time though, Garett felt a certain exhilaration at the battle's difficulty. It had been a while since his team was pushed to the limit like this.

"Heh, I must be getting rusty." As Garett retrieved Marcel's pokeball from a hidden pocket in his cape, the magician realized that he was probably going to lose. Marcel had been badly damaged from his battle against Willa's Dusclops, and was at a major type disadvantage against her Magnezone. For a moment he considered sparing Marcel from the battle and forfeiting. As soon as the thought entered his mind however, Marcel's pokeball began to wiggle angrily in Garett's hand. It was as if Marcel knew exactly what Garett was thinking. In fact, as a psychic type he probably could. The magician chuckled at his partner's eagerness. "You're right, Marcel. We are show people! If we go out, we'll do it with a bang!"

With a twirl of his glimmering cape, Garett tossed Marcel's pokeball into the air. It burst open as the mime Pokemon reappeared on the battlefield. "Mademoiselle," Garett called out to Willa with full bravado, "we have at last reached the Grand Finale of our performance! Prepare to be dazzled by our final act! Marcel, Bouclier!" Once again, the Mr. Mime formed a wall of solid light in front him, though this time it seemed that he would be using it for its intended purpose. Remembering how easily it deflected Ruby's Shadow Punch, Willa decided to take a less direct approach. Taking a look around the field, she spotted a good focal point for her plan.

"Lovelace, fire a Magnet Bomb attack. Don't target the mime though. Aim for the berry tree behind him." The electric Pokemon didn't quite understand the order, but went along with it anyway. Charging much faster than the Zap Cannon, Lovelace was able to fire off six balls of shining blue energy, three to the left and three to the right. Since Magnet Bomb was a heat seeking attack, the orbs gathered together in the middle and began traveling on a head on course toward the tree's trunk. Garett was stumped at the odd choice of target. Just before the attack collided with the berry tree, Willa put the final phase of her plan into motion. "Now, reel them in!" Suddenly realizing their trainer's goal, Lovelace began to pulse with magnetic force. The Magnet Bombs stopped in their tracks as they were drawn in by the magnetic field, and began to speed toward Magnezone. Or rather, they sped toward the mime caught in the middle. With nowhere to run, Marcel was slammed into his own barrier as the orbs pelted against him. When the last Magnet Bomb hit him, Marcel slumped over against the barrier before it dissipated, leaving him sprawled on the ground unconscious and defeated.

With a dejected sigh, Garett recalled Marcel to his ball. "We gave it out best shot, mon amie. Rest easy now." He then made his way across the field to congratulate his opponent. "Bravo, mademoiselle! That was a truly spectacular battle! I wish you luck in the next round!" In one swift motion, he brought a gloved hand in front of the Vermillion trainer. Willa seemed a bit unsure of the gesture. She briefly turned her gaze from the hand to Lovelace, who merely nodded. Nodding back at her partner, Willa looked Garett in the eye and smiled, taking his hand in hers.

"Uh...yes. That was a good battle. Well done! And uh..." Willa broke eye contact with the magician, turning her eyes toward the ground. "I apologize for my outburst earlier. It was uncalled for, and silly, and dumb, and-" she was cut off by a buzz from Lovelace, along with her disapproving gaze. "Er, that is to say...just, sorry, I guess." Garett waved his hand in response.

"Don't mention it! I'm just glad nothing serious came of it." Soon though, their conversation was interrupted by a rather displeased looking old man, his arms crossed and brow furrowed.

"Ahem. Now, I'm all for a bit of friendly battling, but I don't appreciate you two making a mess of my field!" The two trainers looked around the field, and found that the area was all but completely wrecked! Fence posts were demolished, crops were uprooted, and the welcome sign was in pieces. "I'm going to need some compensation for this, if you don't mind." This set off alarm bells in Garett's mind. For all of his flashy tricks, one thing he couldn't do was make money appear from thin air. The magician was flat broke.

"Uh...oho! It, uh, seems it is time to make my exit! Farewell, mademoiselle! And you to monsieur! Au revoir!" And with a final twirl of his cape, the magician had vanished without a trace. Before Willa could hightail it out of there however, the old man gripped her arm.

"Oh no you don't. One of you is paying up." Sighing, Willa reached into her coat pocket for her wallet, breaking out a staggering amount of bills. It looked like all of that gambling was about to pay off, though certainly not as intended.
 
“Well, shit,” The day wasn’t going very well for Freya, as she adjusted the quickly slipping bag back onto her shoulder and resumed her scurrying run. Of all days to be late…she checked her watch, then diverted her gaze back onto the road, before checking it again, and again. The Absol easily loping along before her made no sound, but shot disapproving looks every now and then – each one digging into her like a knife. The teenager glanced at her watch again – last time, she swore! – as her breath caught, between uneven exhales and ragged inhales; tripping, stumbling. She was running as fast as she dared, and yet Time seemed to flit ever onwards, just out of reach – laughing, mocking.

The Porygon2 floating after her, unhurried, unperturbed, made a point to catch the occasional stray paper escaping from the quickly loosening bag. Somewhere within its inorganic brain, it understood the utility of these papers – important research papers. And somewhere further back, it was vaguely aware of the human’s sentimental attachment to the pages. But what the Virtual pokemon understood very well was the current time, and exactly how late they were. And so, with its characteristic strange voice, tinny but soft, it urged Freya to hurry on in a language she knew not. But the message was clear.

Panting, heaving, gritting her teeth through the pulled muscles, Freya arrived gasping at the front desk, where she was met with yet more disapproving looks. Yes, she knew she was late; let’s move on, shall we? She swallowed the bitter justification rising up her throat and smiled as best as she could – the result was watery, but thankfully the recipient didn’t seem too fazed. A quick swipe of her trainer card and she was off.

The field was already rather empty, the competitors evidently having dispersed already for their battles. Freya cursed quietly under her breath, gaze raking across the scene. People were beginning to walk back; were their battles over already? Perfect. Just what she needed. Abyss stuck close by her side, uneasily looking around, crimson eyes pausing on each person as though weighing their worth. Pan reached around with a sound like the striking of metal, collected papers neatly gathered in a sheaf, suspended by psychic strength. “Thank you, Pan, dear,” The female gratefully collected the proffered pages, stuffing them back in her bag and making sure to firmly attach the clasp this time. A low rasp from Abyss brought her attention back to the circumstances – more specifically, to the eight massive boards; no, screens; behind what she assumed was the Island Kahuna and his pokemon. She exchanged a guilty glance with him before hurriedly taking in the information displayed.

Melemele Meadow. Opponent is a guy named Andre. Freya paused for a moment, taking the time to absorb what she could from the simple information displayed. The screen itself didn’t offer much information, but the girl stood motionless, gaze riveted onto her adversary’s face. Sharp, but rugged face. His face was set in a grim scowl, but she knew better than to underestimate the intelligence behind those eyes. He would calculate every bit just as much as she would. After all, he had come as prepared as she did.

Biting her lip, she turned to go, guilt trickling back at how long she had kept him waiting, when she paused. Where was Melemele Meadow? Ugh, she knew she should’ve bought a map, or stopped to ask someone. Fantastic. Well, she’d just have to improvise.

Hurrying out of the makeshift arena, she released Gabriel from the confines of his pokeball. The towering Garchomp shook himself before stretching himself to his full, impressive height. With a mildly disappointed huff, he noted Koda was currently in his pokeball before turning to Freya. “Pan, go up and check where this meadow is. Sorry, Gabe. Need a favour,” She grunted as she hoisted herself up onto the Land Shark’s back. Garchomp were known for flight – speedy flight; exactly what she needed. Abyss looked uncomfortable as the dragon swerved to face him – he had no pokeball to retreat to, and wasn’t as fast as the Dragon type. At the same time, there was much doubt about whether Gabriel would actually carry the Absol or not. Freya broke the moment of heavy silence with a pat on her dragon’s back. “Abyss, come,” She motioned to the ground, before casting a glance to the sky.

Pan was intelligent. Pan was made like that. Pan could utilize electromagnetic waves to hover, even fly. And now, Pan floated high above the company, casting his biomechanical eyes this way and that. There. Meadow. ‘A piece of grassland’. That flat, green expanse was commonly known as a meadow. Duly noted, the Porygon2 began its steady descent downwards, where its trainer waited with some impatience. Gabriel shuffled back and forth, itching for a good flight to stretch his muscles as the virtual pokemon drew closer. In the digital pokemon’s mind sparked something akin to sympathy, and making solid eye contact with the Absol (who quickly grew uncomfortable at the unnatural nature of the staring pokemon) pointed with its bill in a certain direction, followed by a single vocalization.

Abyss paused, blinked, crouched, and then he was gone. Only the fading patter of his quick feet was heard by the time Freya looked around at what Pan was pointing at. Absol’s were known for being fast and nimble, as any mountain pokemon should, but sometimes she swore he had a bit of Rapidash in him somewhere. With the same, flat metallic sound, Pan pointed again, the same direction Abyss had bolted in. “Well, Gabe, you know the way. Don’t go all the way-”

She was cut off as the massive dragon rocketed forward, not unlike the Absol – Freya lurched backwards, almost colliding with the benign Pan before grimly hanging on for dear life. This was much faster, but she could feel a couple of years shearing away from her expectancy each time she rode the pokemon; this was no exception. The dragon, with arms outstretched to create torque, expertly weaved like an aviator of old, eyes glinting with steely determination when he caught sight of a bobbing blur of black and white. Where Abyss glided along the forest floor, lithe and wild, Gabriel soared at scalding speeds, fierce and untamed. And Freya hung on, regret flowing over her in waves as strong as her nausea. Pan was miraculously keeping pace, flitting back and forth around the travelling company, in blurs of pink ethereal energy. Agility. Seemed like all her current pokemon had an affinity to speed – the trainer alone suffered.

Just as suddenly as they had begun, the ride was over and they stopped. Just dead stopped. If it weren’t for the teenager’s death grip on Gabriel, she would’ve cleared flipped over his head, but as it stood, she collided violently against the Land Shark’s back. “Oh Arceus-” She wheezed, sliding off, barely noticing the skin scraping off from her fingers. All three pokemon had come to the sudden, unnatural halt, just at the fringe of the wood they had traversed to reach the meadow, and three curious faces turned to scrutinize the gasping girl on the forest floor. Why was she winded? She didn’t even do the travelling. “Arceus dammit Gabriel!” She cried, blinking back tears as she inspected her skinned fingers. Garchomp and their Arceus-forsaken Rough Skin. With a few deep breaths and a couple of grunts of exertion, she shakily got to her feet, leaning on the steadfast Pan for support. “Ow!” While she was used to accidental sparks from the Virtual pokemon, this one couldn’t have come at a worse time. Already protesting muscles screamed as she jumped away from the emotionless being, rubbing her arm which had been in contact with the floating pokemon.

A few more deep breaths; biting back sheer frustration at everything that had gone wrong, she held out two pokeballs, recalling the dragon and the cybersurfer back to their abodes. She had none to blame but herself, and a head full of frustration would do nothing to help her in the upcoming battle. Abyss wisely said nothing as they strode from the shelter of the forest cover, blinking in the sudden onslaught of bright sunlight. Far into the meadow, she could see a distinct silhouette of a man. Her eyes narrowed. Her opponent. Her small hands clenched into fists, determination and nervousness rising with each step. Sweat was quickly beading on her forehead, only partially from the relentless heat. Her breath quickened, her heart raced. This was it.

The man swung to face her in an almost theatrical gesture, the timing so explicit that she was struck motionless. He had probably turned when he heard her, but it seemed so much like the hero-villain confrontation of movies and games that she stifled a laugh. This was no black and white conflict. This was a struggle for power, position and prestige. Raw, red struggle. Or just a battle. No matter which way one looked at it, really.

“Andre?” Her tremulous voice broke the pregnant pause between them. “Yeah?” He responded, voice gruff, deep. Seemed like her face didn’t immediately strike him as familiar. She had seen his but a minute ago, on the board – how long had he waited here? “I’m sorry for the wait,” She offered helplessly, as his gaze flitted from her to the Absol by her side. Abyss was returning the gaze in kind, his unwavering crimson stare matching the man’s eye for eye until the foe finally broke away. With a noncommittal ‘hm’, he turned and released a pokemon in a single, forceful motion. Now it was truly underway.

When Andre tossed out his first pokemon, and saw none in return, Freya saw him physically hesitate. She could tell; had he made a mistake? Did he misunderstand? His gaze fell back onto the Absol by her side before returning to search her face. Only when he saw her closely scrutinizing the pokemon did he pause in contemplation. Freya, for her part, was studying the opposing Reuniclus, the gelatinous green pokemon quietly mimicking the action. Abyss shifted easily beside her, muscles rippling under his coat, flaunting the fluid predator that he was, as though in an attempt to intimidate the foe.

Psychic type. Multiplying pokemon. Final evolution. Slow Special Attacker.

The teenager could feel the PokeDex rustling in her pocket, vibrating in a call for attention as data scrolled across the adapted device, the stream of information unrelenting and furious. With a half-hearted press of a button, she allowed the piece of metal to pipe up – could it tell her any new information?

Deciding the face-off had lasted long enough, Abyss stepped forward with a roll of his shoulders. He was a confident battler, and there was a hint of arrogance in his demeanor. After all, he was facing off against a foe with a type disadvantage, which was probably the reason Freya let him stay in. The Absol had always been the more impulsive – ah, the quicker decision-maker, as he liked it framed – of the two, and while they had butted heads more than once over opinions, this time they stood together. Would that not make them stronger?

And it began. The Reuniclus hummed with energy as it levitated higher, a pink ethereal glow gathering around it as astral power began gathering within it.

And it turned to face empty space.

Abyss was here, there, everywhere. He relied on his swift agility and powerful attacks to pull him through. Strike first and strike hard. Go low, all skill. With a snarl, his paws hit the ground before he was off again, weaving and turning, hounding the benign Psychic type who desperately whirled to face the incoming blur of teeth and fur. The Absol had slowly drawn closer in his windings, and suddenly lunged close for a strike. At the last possible moment, the Psychic pokemon drew together energy for a shield, and Abyss harmlessly bounced off the psychic barrier.

It had been only the first bout of the exchange of blows, and already the two trainers were caught up in the battle. And yet the difference was starkly visible between the trainers. While Andre shouted out encouraging phrases and helpful commands to his pokemon, caught up in the heat of the moment, Freya laid back, watching with limpid, unperturbed eyes. Detachment from the battle helped her pick things her pokemon might otherwise miss – was that not her job as a trainer?

It almost seemed unfair. Freya never considered herself a particularly skilled trainer (she had admitted as much in a rather immodest tone) but it seemed one-sided from the get-go. Reuniclus was too slow, too ponderous. Abyss flitted in a streak of black and white, lithely maneuvering his way around and sneaking in the odd hit. The Multiplying pokemon did its best to fire off bursts of psychic energy, warding off the Absol with its kinetic powers, but it couldn’t harm him, not noticeably. The Absol didn’t hold still long enough for the opponent to gather itself together and bind him down with psychic reins, and the Disaster Pokemon shattered shield upon shield with his wicked claws.

To the foe’s credit, Abyss had yet to score a hit as well. The jelly-like pokemon had a marvelous defense, pulling up invisible shields out of thin air, sometimes just barely enough, but most times easily deflecting the incoming Dark-type danger. And it was unpredictable. She couldn’t figure out a pattern to its attacks to exploit, a niche to slip in to. Even Abyss had a pattern, a path he followed.

With a swipe of its glorified limb, Reuniclus fired a blast of psychic energy, striking the ground where Abyss had been standing but a moment ago. Where the pokemon had been frantic before, it had begun to calm down, rationalize. That wasn’t good. It was always touch and go with the Absol. Get in quick, and if he failed, get out equally quick. Either way, he went untouched. A war of attrition suited him ill; he simply did not possess the bulk for it. The trainers’ watchful eye roved over the fragile build, the almost feline, delicate being. She knew the strength that bunched underneath the thick pelt, but at the same time, one couldn’t help but feel that the next gust of wind would blow the Absol over to shatter it into a million pieces. A little porcelain doll.

Gliding softly over the ground, with a rippling grace, as though a mere ribbon fluttered along with the wind, Abyss shattered another line of defense, curved scythe down, spilling the safeguard, the shield into a thousand invisible splinters. Sunlight glistened off the Reuniclus’ shiny, moist body, arcing marvelously into a pseudo-rainbow. Abyss’ scythe curved, black as night, and an eerie power ebbed and waved, alive and unyielding. Pure power that could be harnessed, into a physical manifestation.

“Hold fast, Renni. You’ve got him,” Andre called out encouragingly, just as calm as when they had first met; even crossing his arms in an assured motion. ‘Renni’ nodded his understanding, hands glowing in flashes of bright, aggressive pink, surrounded by an unearthly hum of resonance of the elements. A show of power. Abyss looked unimpressed, before crouching low to the floor, toes splayed to display raven curving claws, mouth open to reveal cruelly white fangs. His crimson eyes flashed, meeting the deadpan black orbs of the psychic type, and Freya liked to flatter herself by thinking she saw hesitation on their opponent’s face.

Dark against psychic. Elements raged against each other. Like the dying light, Reuniclus struggled to find a foothold, to hold strong against the Absol’s barrage, and like the certainty of a sunrise, Abyss snarled, nose serrated into regular folds, fur curving along the side of his face like a crescent moon. Rage. The wolf raged for his prey. And yet it was not his to have. His lithe white form flashed, again and again; a reckless abandon, a quick flirt of unsheathed claws.

Once again they were off; this time Abyss made a beeline for Renni. Paws thudding against the ground, fur streaming, the canid drew close for a strike, one strike… his claws elongated, sharpened inexplicably as his attack strength heightened. Ohh, yes, the Reuniclus would feel this one. Except the hit never landed. With a frightened vocalization, not unlike what Pan made, Renni deflected the furious pokemon with a wave of his wrist, and as soon as his paws touched the ground again, the quadruped leaped again. The efforts to desperately scrounge together a sturdy shield were in vain, and like a knife through butter, Abyss’ claws easily crushed the flimsy defense; ever closer, in midair, he outstretched his paws, weapons ready and glistening with malevolent energy, Time seemed to slow, and Freya watched Andre’s face split into a smile.

An orb of strength grew between Renni’s hands, glistening with a steely sheen, which spake of brazen confidence. The aura around the Reuniclus turned from a frightened cerulean to a calm green, and even as Abyss fell closer, closer… he let go. The fierce attack from the psychic type blew the Absol back from the sheer shockwave itself, flinging the lightweight Dark-type far into the field. Renni had let the shield shatter on purpose, releasing the Focus Blast upon the defenseless Absol at point blank range. Falling through the air, Abyss had no place, no way to dodge, and the frail canid was swatted aside like a ragdoll. He did not get back up.

Absol had the defense of a…well, it had pathetic defense. Statistically, Abyss was no different. He lay there, wheezing, blinking in shock and pain, just barely conscious. His pride and his being had both taken a severe beating, and it was clear he couldn’t battle further. Shame. He had lost against a Psychic type. Drawing in a ragged, painful breath, he squeezed his eyes shut, defeated. Freya drew closer, rustling through the thick, long grass, but he couldn’t bear to accept the words of comfort she had come to offer. Painfully, slowly he sat up, pointedly keeping his back to her.

“Your Absol alright?” Andre’s voice rang out, and Freya turned with a watery smile. “Yes, he’s fine, thanks. Your Reuniclus was great!” To the winner go the spoils. The least she could do was graciously accept her loss. They had lost the battle, but not the war. With a new steely glint to her eyes, she retrieved a pokeball from her bag, revealing a Potion in the other. Never taking her gaze off Andre and Renni, she sprayed the dismayed Absol, while releasing her next combatant.

Musume. The puzzling little Malamar burst out from her pokeball, waving her arms excitedly. She had watched the battle of course, and loved a good, healthy tussle. She had easily been the most enthusiastic one about the whole tournament thing, to the extent of bothering about half the team. Her elation had been contagious, and Koda had joined her. So now there was a hyperactive adult and a hyperactive kid. Fun times.

The Malamar had been the subject of intense study, and Freya had made some enlightening discoveries about the dual type’s ability, Contrary. Most unusual. She hoped the fresh new aspect of the queer pokemon could help them gain the upper hand in the battle. Her hopes weren’t in vain, for as soon as she joined the battlefield, she faded into the shadows. The sky became queerly overcast, as shadows loomed out of nowhere. Glowing eyes seemed to surround the Reuniclus, whose aura quailed under the new assault. This time his shield was visible – at least an inch thick, a clear, luminescent wall separated the psychic type from his assailant. Multifaceted, a gem-like barrier formed around the pokemon, seemingly so tangible yet made out of pure energy.

And yet it mattered not to Musume. Renni suddenly turned, hoping the sudden tap on one of his walls had been nothing more than an illusion on his muddled mind, and that was all the opening she needed. Quick as a whip, the Malamar lashed out with one sharp tentacle, scything downwards in a cruel cut of energy. One strike, one win. The psychic type fell to the floor, defeated, as his gathered psychic energy dissipated, with the sound of cracking glass.

Musume for her part was ecstatic, waving her tentacles in the air. Did Freya see that? Did she? She won! Wasn’t she amazing? Freya smiled, nodding knowingly. Much like her species’ namesake, the Overturning pokemon, Musume hid a terrifying visage under the façade of innocence. It seemed they’d caught her at a ‘good’ mood, however. Just as well. She could be quite unpleasant to deal with; but even under her childlike demeanor she was a formidable fighter.

Andre nodded, acknowledging the strength of the new opponent, before releasing his next pokemon. Freya and Musume both blinked, surprised at his choice. “Phan!” Little ‘Pepper’ chortled merrily. “Get ‘em, Pepper,” Andre spurred the Phanpy on, words strong but tone kind. The baby ground type toddled closer, trunk raised in a gesture that was meant to be threatening, but didn’t really succeed, owing to the perpetual smile on the blue elephant’s face. Musume hesitated, stilling in indecision, and it this now that Pepper struck.

Rolling into a ball in a flash, she rocketed past the Malamar before she could register what happened, striking a glancing blow in her passing, and as Musume cried out, reeling from the sudden blow, the Phanpy arced back in a flaming wake of dust and grit, striking her a second time. Bruised on both sides, the Malamar’s face grew bitter, and slips of ethereal substance gathered around her, clustering into an orb of pure darkness. She hurled her weapon at the elephant, but Pepper was long gone.

The strange translucent orb splashed apart on the ground, seemingly liquid in property yet not so. It came closest to a plasmid substance, packing extreme explosive power within it. The potential strength she packed in her only served to annoy the Malamar now, as she whirled about; the tables had turned, and now Musume struggled to keep up to her foe. Knowing she was more than a match for the baby pokemon only seemed to heighten her frustration, and when she was struck yet again by the rolling elephant, she let out a cry, ending it with a pneumatic hiss.

Tentacles outstretched into the air, there was a familiar rush of energy as elemental strength flushed into the clearing, surrounding the combatants like specks of light under lidded eyes. One of the Malamar’s appendages turned dusky with darkness, fluid yet sharp, and the other flashed bright with kinesis, rippling, undulating. A joint attack that Freya often thought of as Musume’s signature strike. The peculiar dualtone nature of the Overturning pokemon’s typing allowed for the curious attack – something that synced well, harmonious and lucid, and yet didn’t quite sit right. An epitome of the clash between the dark and the psychic, reminiscent of the battle fought but minutes ago. Had it really been only a few minutes?

The first slash, a Psycho Cut, served to cause the Phanpy to quickly scurry out of the way; the second hit struck head on while the blue baby was still blinded from being rolled up. Crying in pain and defiance, Pepper unrolled, tears welling as she braced herself for the next onslaught of attacks. Her queer stillness when so far all she had been doing was eluding gave Musume pause, an opportunity the Long Nose pokemon grabbed and barreled closer yet again. The only sign to give her away was a tell-tale streak of energy streaming in her wake, faint, but present. The Malamar whipped out with her tentacles, grabbing hold of the Phanpy midway through her rampage, not only interrupting her roll but evidently her attack as well. Quick as a flash, the Malamar had nicked the captive with a bite laced with malice and flung her away, unforgiving.

“Pepper!” Andre called out, concern creeping into his gruff voice. Rolling into a ball yet again served to conceal the growing weakness in the ground type’s demeanor, but Freya knew what Musume had done. A Toxic bite, and it was only a matter of time. For now, it was more shock than pain or poison that caused the Phanpy to teeter ever so slightly in her path, refusing to unfurl and display the scratches on her side to her trainer. As though coming to terms with her inevitable downfall, Pepper rocketed forward the same time Musume did.

The titan and the leviathan met in a head-on clash. No sparks flew, but the sounds of bodily impact carried through the air. Musume gave it her all in a maniacal attack of Superpower, while Pepper clashed repeatedly in a series of terrestrial tremors. Evidently the many strikes from the Dark/psychic type only further invigorated the pokemon, instead of tiring her out as it typically would – an abnormality stemming from the ability Contrary, yet again. But despite her raised attack and guarded defense, the Phanpy’s Earthquake struck hard, and she reeled backwards. Catching herself only just in time, she looked up to see the opponent whirling and spinning in place, tossing up sand and evidently generating torque before suddenly-

With a burst of ice, she clear flew across the field and struck the Malamar, leaving a frosted over patch where she had collided, causing Musume to instinctively throw out the most natural attack – a Night Slash. Knocking the Phanpy back with a vigor, she carefully watched the small silhouette fall, struggle to stand, buckle as the poison took its toll and finally, with a defeated wheeze, fall.

Freya burst out into a faint cheer, releasing the breath she hadn’t realized she’d held as she’d watched the battle unfurl. She prided herself on her logical thinking, but just for those few minutes that the battle lasted, she found herself inexplicably drawn into the moment, moods swaying with the rise and fall of the course of the tussle. But now that the heat had settled, she found it in herself to shake off the tensions and worries of the past battle; time to gather herself and prepare for the next round.

Musume was roughed up, bruised but not beaten. But even so, it might be best to start afresh. With a wave of her hand, she recalled the jubilant Malamar – now in good humor again – before awaiting her opponent’s choice. This time, however, he paused, clearly letting her choose first. This would be troublesome. Picking a pokemon with no knowledge of who she might be standing against…

Plucking a sphere from her belt, she held it out, looking beseechingly from Abyss to her foe. The Absol was still winded, and clearly in no state to fight, but he seemed to be silently grading the fight from afar. So far, Freya had yet to provide a single command, as the battle progressed. Not that she had a close bond with her pokemon or that they had stayed with her for very long – it was simply the result of hours of rigorous training and perfecting training motions. And when she deemed them fit to battle by themselves, she left them, only pointing out what she might pick up as useful. She hadn’t heard Andre call out either, and to be fair, any commands he may have called out wouldn’t carry over to her side of the field over the sounds of battle.

Evidently her opponent was a rather gracious fellow, as determined by when he sighed, picked a pokeball amongst his own medley of six, and held it out for Freya to see. So that’s how it was. Release in three, she mouthed. Her stomach knotted as it all boiled down to the climax. Two, he nodded. Freya pursed her lips, wondering exactly how much the competition meant to her. One. The meadow flashed.

Not many knew this, but Pan stood for Pandemonium. That was their full name. Pandemonium. Of course, Freya had been 10 when she’d got them, and a child’s humor can be strange, but she never got around to changing their name, only shortening it. Even some of the pokemon on her team didn’t know that, and Pan itself seemed to care less.

Opposite the rounded pokemon stood a specimen Freya had only studied in books. Gleaming metal towering towards the sky, moist green weeds draped over itself like medals, a single unnerving eye fixated upon her and Pan, in that order. Dhelmise, an elusive, powerful pokemon.

Unique typing. Dual type. Resistance and immunity. Genderless. Sole capability. Unevolved.

Words whizzed past her head as she unconsciously began breaking the pokemon down to calculated stats. The thing with sole stage evolutions was that instead of peaking and transcending their power in stages, like evolving pokemon, like the steps of a ladder, unevolved pokemon grew in power all their life. It was a steady curve upwards, like with an Absol. By potential alone, the Dhelmise probably outweighed her partially evolved Porygon2.

“Meet Kelpper,” Andre offered, with a hint of smugness in his voice. He possibly didn’t mean any offence out of it, but possessing a rare sea-dwelling pokemon was an achievement nonetheless. For its intimidating foe, Pan didn’t look particularly impressed. With its regular staticy sound, it released a warning hum, indicating it was ready to get down to business. It glowed with a bright yellow power, indicating its ability, Download, had raised its combat power to best utilize its strength and its enemy’s weakness. The Dhelmise responded with its own chink of metal. The female drew in a couple of deep breaths, shuddered, and was okay.

By types, it was a stalemate. Ghost and Normal cancelled each other out. Thankfully Pan was packing something just for this occasion. Besides being a highly effective machine in most every way, it also had remarkable control over several different elements, able to summon their effects through sheer manipulation of energy. Like all Porygon and their evolutionary line, it possessed the most affinity for electricity, so with a burst of said element to speed itself on, it sped towards its opponent, body sparking threateningly.

Except Kelpper wasn’t even there. Pan phased clear through the ghostly spectre of a silhouette, mechanically whirling around as it tried to process the new stimuli. Ghost types were masters of illusion and deception, but to harness their attacks, it took a certain understanding of those elusive stratagems. As Dhelmise explosively appeared out of thin air, one long strand of foliage out to strike Pan, the Porygon2 spun, a shadowy orb floating in front of its ‘bill’. The collision was imminent, and devastating. Pan and Kelpper were blown clear of each other, both seemingly hurt; it was difficult to tell with inorganic beings. They didn’t pant, or falter, or buckle. They stalled, or lagged, or hesitated as they ran calculations like Pan was, but they fought. Efficiently till their last breath. Actually, come to think of, she wasn’t sure Pan even breathed.

Stray sparks fluttered over the Virtual pokemon’s surface, and its tinny voice sounded out. ‘Parp!’ It vocalized to the silent Sea Creeper. There was a moment of quiet contemplation between the two, and Freya found herself waiting in trepidation. But the advantages of being a trainer, a party unrelated in the direct combat, was that she could exploit her relative calmness to impeccably time her commands instead of getting swept along in the whirling madness of the heated battle.

“Recover!” Was her first command, as she saw the Dhelmise move to prepare to charge. Pan hummed as it drew on inner reserves of energy, recovering what stamina it had lost as electricity afresh flowed through it. Once again, it aimed a malignant blast of electricity towards its foe – its usual move, Tri Attack, was useless in the face of this foe – but the Dhelmise deftly dodged, drawing closer with purpose.

Something was off. The pacing of the pokemon, the silence of Andre, the power it gathered in swirls before itself. Grass attacks had proved to be ineffective against the greater bulk of her Pan. Kelpper couldn’t possibly be attacking with ghost attacks?

All too late she recalled the unique move only Dhelmise could use. The pieces fit – its unusual behavior, the revving up for a powerful, well-aimed attack. For an inorganic being, Dhelmise sure was calculating; even as Freya fiercely called out for Pan to dodge, Dhelmise was there, before her, before it, releasing an awful screeching attack of metal against metal. Pan’s eyes went wide, it sparked wildly, and then went still. Ghostly chains slunk over its body, creeping their way in assured, circular motions, binding the Porygon2 to the ground. Unable to move. Unable to escape. Anchor Shot.

The direct contact of a Steel attack had interfered with Pan’s cognitive ability, and the shuddering pink pokemon lay as though dead. Of course, it wasn’t really alive, per se, but its lack of response made for having either lost, or short-circuited. And Dhelmise wasn’t done yet.

Standing over Pan, it whipped out with a swift Power Whip. The impact of the attack made Pan quiver, while it made uneven screeching sounds, whirring furiously as its eyes dimmed and glowed in an effort to resist, but the chains tightened, visibly painful, creaking very audibly even to the trainers, standing far apart. “Kelpper,” Andre called, but the ghost type didn’t seem to hear. Pan’s identity may not be organic, but its body was. It didn’t have bones to break, but destroying its body would nevertheless invariably destroy it. Pan as an individual wouldn’t exist anymore.

So it was with a sickening horror that Freya noticed a single glowing crack appear on the Porygon2’s left side, gently glowing with the inner workings of the Virtual pokemon. Pan had ceased struggling, and continued making sounds of static, and the rapid scrolling (like those of binary numbers in a screen) could be heard as an undertone. Dhelmise paused, the wheel appendage of its turned, the compass eye glinted and it raised its strings of seaweed again.

Freya saw Andre fumble for his pokeball, but the dreaded attack was already descending.

Only, it never landed. A cyclone of air rose around Pan, whipping at the Dhelmise, lancing at its metallic body, forcing it back with a psychic barrier not unlike Renni’s . Pan lay prone for a moment, shining softly, and a sound like a sigh escaped it. A single spark arced down its body, gently travelling, before it unleashed a nova of power.

The cyclone escalated into a tidal force of wind, hurricane-strength. It spread across the meadow with frightening speed, upon the trainers almost as soon as it had started. But the winds quelled and flowed around Freya, around Abyss, around Andre. As though it knew what it was searching for, and sought to see and destroy them alone.

Dhelmise was knocked airborne, further and further back. The steel chains binding Pan to the ground began to crack, shake by the force of the attack.

They gave more.

It blasted the Dhelmise out of the sky. It spread further, washing across the meadow, whipping blades of grass sky-high. Pan almost glowed with power. Beneath the incredible cyclone winds, behind it all, there was a faint crack. Like a thin sheet of ice cracking. Freya begged them to stop.

Pan gave more.

Psychic energy sparked to life within the winds. The cracking grew more insistent, and the meadow, already in the peak of the day, glowed like a thousand suns with Pan’s power. It surged through the air, battering at the Dhelmise, who stubbornly rooted themselves into the ground, although it was being buffeted like a ship at sea. The chains splintered, fragmented.

Pandemonium gave more.

Sunbursts of psychic power bombarded the foe, lifting it despite its anchor, and slamming it far into the field. The chains binding it shattered into shining fragments, as pulse upon pulse of power emanated from the rounded body, floating far above the ground. With all the force of the core of a dying star, energy emanated from Pandemonium. Like a pulsar, Pandemonium shone for one long, bright moment.

And just like a pulsar, it faded and died with a quiet crackle. When the winds settled, Dhelmise had been flung far from the battlefield, unmoving. Just like Pan. The Porygon2 had fallen to the ground, like an empty husk. Most jarringly, a large crack was visible in his body, strange blurry streams of yellow energy visibly coursing within. Freya choked back a strangled sound, running haphazardly towards the prone pokemon. Andre was stunned into silence, slowly walking over to Kelpper, who he recalled after a few quiet words.

Picking up the sparking pokemon in her arms, she turned, frantic, afraid. Andre nodded grimly, moving to allow her past. She had technically won; she still had her Malamar. Freya nodded back, a watery smile, grateful for his understanding. And she ran. She ran for a life. Not hers, but theirs. The sky was a sympathetic, almost muted blue with melancholy grey clouds scudding across it. The wind drove them slowly but surely. Abyss loped along by her side, steps painful, but certain, keeping pace. Freya swallowed the sobs threatening to break through, cursing herself for the lapse in attention. For acting otherwise. For having known the opponent better. For letting down her friend. A thousand regrets ran through her head, keeping pace with her gasping form as she ran clear of the meadow, the woods, the arena. She ran until they were safe, in the Pokemon Centre. And as she sat there, waiting in dead silence, glossy black eyes staring straight ahead as she rocked back and forth, she supposed she could cry for them.

(Welp, this is longer than it needed to be. Tl;dr, she won. Might not use Porygon2 in the final battle. And I had no idea how to end it. Zero. Nada. I also may have rushed it ^^' apologies...)
 
After a long battle, Jimmy's Torkoal eventually fainted. "Oh no Torkoal! You did great return." Jimmy called as he returned his Pokémon. Selkie was looking tired. "Now my last Pokémon, Go Marowak!" Jimmy called as he sent out an Alolan Marowak. Ken looked at the Pokémon. "That must be one of the regional variants called alolan forms." He said out loud. "Yup, now Marowak use Earthquake!" called jimmy as Marowak shook the ground. "Selkie Dodge!" The Ninetales jumped upwards to dodge the earthquake but was met in the air by the Marowak. "Shadow Bone!" Jimmy shouted as Marowak hit Selkie with its bone and slammed her into the ground, Selkie fainted. Ken returned her to its pokeball. "You did great Selkie, now go Wall!" He cried out as he sent out his Shuckle again.
 
After paying the farmer his fee, Willa hightailed it to the nearby motel. She still had a Dragonite to recall, after all. Her palms still sweaty from the battle, the trainer fished out her room key from one of her coat's many pockets. Oddly enough, it felt like she was the only one who bothered to lock her room door. Then again, maybe she was the only one with anything to hide. Carefully, Willa cracked open the door, pushing it to give her just enough space to slip inside. Inside, the room was pitch black save for a few blinking lights from a computer setup. The curtains were drawn, allowing no sunlight inside the room. Willa didn't reach for the light switch until she had shut and locked the door behind her, almost stumbling over the various wires she had sprawled across the floor. The only remotely neat thing about the room was a row of black folded clothes lined up on the bed, each topped with a matching black cap. Willa knew that she should probably clean up soon, but with the tournament upon her there wasn't much time to do it now.

The light flickered on, bathing the pigsty of a room in light. The bed sheets were crumpled and tangled in knots, there were stacks of unorganized papers and files in the back corner, and wires littered the floor leading to the set up on the right wall. Tiptoeing across the floor, Willa made her way to the desk, strapped on her headphones, and booted up the portable desktop. At the password entry screen, she repositioned her headset's microphone in front of her mouth. The set up would only respond to a spoken password, and only if spoken by her.

"The password is: Goldenrod." Taking only a moment to recognize the password, Willa's computer started up and immediately opened to her personal radio communications channel. Shifting the frequency to Fortran's earpiece, she spoke once again into the mic. "Fortran, do you copy? Repeat. Fortran, do you copy?" After a moment of silence, Willa heard a drawn out yawn from the dragon Pokemon. It seemed he had been taking a nap after going into hiding. Willa chuckled a bit, but soon returned to business. "Alright, it sounds like you're fit to fly. Return to base ASAP. Be sure to remain unnoticed." After receiving a tired, yet understanding snort from the Dragonite, Willa closed out of the channel, leaving the program open to the tournament announcements for when the "full force battles" began.

In the mean time, she would resume her research into the various competitors. As nice as the magician seemed, it was clear that he wouldn't fit her purposes even if she had any idea where he was. Maybe she would have better luck with other competitors though.
 
Wall was knocked back and was visibly tired. "You're doing very well, I can tell you and your Marowak have a strong bond with each other." Ken said. "But..." We then see Marowak on one knee and using its bone club to support himself, slowly taking poison damage. "...How long can it last? Alright return Wall." He said before returning Shuckle. "Go Skar!" He shouted as he sent out his Drapion. Skar landed with a great roar. Jimmy growled. "I know you can win this Marowak! Come on use Flare Blitz!" He shouted as Marowak surrounded himself with scorching flames and charged at Skar. "Skar counter with Dark Pulse!" Ken shouted. Skar brought his claw together to his side and a black orb appeared, he then fired a pulse of rings towards the Marowak and easily knocked him away, Marowak fell on the ground and fainted. Marowak no!" Jimmy yelled. "Looks like we lost buddy." He added. Ken looked at Jimmy and smiled. "It was a really fun battle, you were great kid" ken complemented.
 
As Brodie Returned to Iki Town, She Sighed, and said
"Well, That was an Annoying Walk back." She was Holding a Big Malasada. And eating it, Natalie Was eating One as well. She saw Some other People returning.
 
Angel walked back and was maneuvering around the cave system until she noticed that one of her Luxury Balls felt emptier than it did before. It was the one with purple smoke seals and blue stars on the Ball Capsule and she looked around for her escapee. She then saw a small rag doll appear from around the rocky crevices, holding what looked to be a bundle of clothing. That was then that Angel knew that was her beloved Mimikyu, bringing back her dress after accidentally leaving it at the battlefield. She chuckled, cursing her for her forgetfulness and thanked her friend. The Mimikyu just smiled and handed her the rags, then jumping up on her shoulder to hitch a ride back. Angel thought it would be a great idea then to have all of her Pokemon out of their Luxury Balls.

She walked out of the cave system of Ten Carat Hill before revealing all of her Pokemon. The Pokemon that came out of their confines were Félin, her Incineroar; Quaju, her Greninja; Oratora, her Primarina; Togetoge, her Togekiss; and Zorro, her Zoroark. Mimi, her Mimikyu just rested atop her shoulder, playing with her hair as the group continued to walk. Zorro and Félin stayed near Angel the most, being on either side of her, with Félin limping a bit. Quaju stayed behind to walk in a much more relaxed pace, while Togetoge was hopping and floating about happily, if a little tired, in front of the group. Oratora was sliding and pushing herself along with her arms, staying at the same pace as Zorro, Angel, and Félin, but being right behind them while still being in front of Quaju.

Their walk back was a quiet one, as they liked to take in the air of their homeland and take their time away from their rigorous training and have fun for once (with Quaju staring around at the scenery because he's foreign). It's not like they didn't have fun when training, it's more like less stressful and not as physically and mentally demanding as their hobby of walking around in peace.

After about 15 minutes, they finally made their way back to Iki Town. With the entire party out of their Luxury Balls, Angel wondered if this was going to give the next contestants an advantage. She decided against putting them back in their confines and headed for the Pokemon Center. As she headed inside, she found a woman, distraught and worried. She silently took a mental note that she is one of the contestants here, as she remembered her face on one of the monitors. She sat down with her entire team around her: Félin sat next to her, Zorro laid down at her feet, Mimikyu rested on Togetoge's back and Togetoge snuggled up against Zorro, Oratora laid next to Angel on the seat, and Quaju was seen standing and leaning against the wall a ways from the group.

Angel began to unzip her purse and search for something inside. When she found it, she pulled something out that looked like a wooden bowl with some weird green paste inside. The bowl had a clear, clinging wrap covering the top, so the paste doesn't spoil or touch anything. She took the film off and dipped her fingers in the substance, picking up a small amount on her fingers. She applied this paste to the chest of her big cat Pokemon from the Focus Blast, and then to the cuts and scrapes he got from the Rock Slide. She then applied some to his face to heal him from the trip from the Low Sweep. She then applied more on his body in general, healing him from the Outrage damage. She then whistled for Togetoge to hop on her lap, which obliged with a tweet and Mimi jumping off to rest in Zorro's hair.

With her, she pulled out another bowl with a film over it. This time, the paste inside was a lighter green. She took off the film and began to apply this paste to Togetoge's body, hitting all the areas with visible burn marks from the Fire Blast and Thunderbolt. She then used the darker green paste from the other bowl to heal Togetoge's face from the slight damage she got from the Bulldoze. After she was done, she let Togetoge float off and land on top of Zorro, falling asleep on his hair and Zorro almost purring in content. Now, it was Oratora's turn.

Seeing that Oratora didn't get hurt at all during her battle, Angel put the films back on the bowls and put them back in her purse. She then pulled out a special fruit. It was a light green, fuzzy, and it kind of looked like a Danish Squash, but it was the size of one's hand instead of it being twice the size. It also was extremely juicy and the juices had healing properties for the voice and throat. This is what Angel gave to Oratora, and she happily consumed it, the fuzzy fruit skin getting stuck in between her sharp canines. Angel then was about to get food, but fell asleep on her big cat, her head resting on his shoulder. Quaju decided to grab food for everyone, so he grabbed her wallet and headed outside for some food.

After awhile of sneaking around and finding food in Hau'oli City, he sneaked back like a ninja and returned to the Pokemon Center, only to find his friends had fallen asleep. He shook his head, chuckling, before handing them each some food before eating a Pecha Berry and leaning against the same part of wall he was at. After awhile, all of the Pokemon woke up, ate what they had in front of them, and fell back to sleep, with Angel not waking up.

(OOC: Going to assume there is a Pokemon Center in Iki Town, or a temporary one, since the beginning of the tournament.)
 
After a while, Willa gave up on researching the various competitors she had caught on footage. As it turned out, there wasn't really much to research when all she had to go on was their faces and a few odd Pokemon. So instead, she decided to kill time by winning her money back online. That farmer almost ran her dry, so she needed some big payout. Playing for chump change in Voltorb Flip wouldn't cut it this time around. At times like this, Willa turned to her biggest money maker: the Slot Machines.

Based on the beloved money makers from the golden days of the Celadon Game Corner, the program ran on an underground server only accessible through certain search engines, and traffic through the site was cloaked by a complex proxy system. No one wanted another situation with Interpol shutting the whole thing down. Unfortunately, the moderators didn't have the same resources as the old Game Corner, so there were no coins or exchangeable prizes, just money. Despite its popularity in the underground community, very few people won more than a few bucks at a time. It was very common for people to walk away with a net loss, leaving the slots for a few days until they inevitably came back for more. Willa almost felt bad for those saps.

After all, the slots were rigged.

Just like its Celadon predecessor, the online slots were hard coded with predetermined winners and losers. Certain IP addresses were whitelisted in the code, allowing them to effortlessly line up 7s and Bars. In truth, the site was a glorified bank for those special few. Willa considered herself lucky to know the right people to get herself on that list. She would have to be careful not to take too much though. This was a collective pool, and the mods would be all over her if she left their other clientele with pocket change.

Willa was on her eighth or ninth round when she heard a heavy thump outside her door. The sketchy woman logged herself out and shut down her computer. A few thousand would have to do for now. She stepped outside, making sure to lock the door behind her, and was greeted by Fortran, who looked to be completely recovered. Willa dusted off her coat and looked up to her partner in crime.

"The tournament should be starting shortly. You ready to go?" The dragon Pokemon roared in response, showing his eagerness to battle. Willa shook her head at the Dragonite's recklessness. "Don't be too excited now. You were spotted during reconnaissance, so I'll be saving you for last if possible." Fortran squinted at her and folded his arms, nodding his head to Willa's left coat pocket. Looking at the pokeball in the pocket, Willa sighed. The dragon had her there. "Fine, second to last. Let's both hope we don't have to turn to this one." Fortran snorted in agreement, shuddering at the memory of the last time they used that Pokemon. Willa recalled her partner to his ball, a special ball issued at the Fuchsia Safari Zone before they closed down, and sprinted down the path to Iki Town.

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By the time she arrived at Iki Town, Willa remembered that she never got the chance to heal Ruby. Finding a nearby Pokemon Center, the Vermillion trainer strolled inside to rejuvenate the Dusclops. As she handed the ghost Pokemon's ball over to the nurse though, Willa turned her head and her heart nearly stopped. Lying there, sleeping, was a woman surrounded by rare, powerful Pokemon. Willa could only assume that they were the woman's team, and from their obvious strength it seemed only logical that she would be a competitor. Quite a bold move, putting her lineup on full display. She must've been very sure of herself.

Seeing as she had time to kill before Ruby was healed, Willa decided to wait for the woman to wake up. She had to get a better idea of who she was.
 
Angel woke up from her nap, yawning a little and covering her mouth instinctively out of respect. She looked around at her dozing Pokemon and found that Quaju was the only one awake. He was staring intently at another woman, his eyes cloaked in shadows as he studied her every move. Angel stretched and giggled childishly, before looking over to the woman. She smiled at her and bundled up her dress in her lap before leaning against it and rocking backwards and forwards slightly, trying to wake herself up. Her voice sounded like she just woke up early in the morning, but she just had a power nap.

"Hello, there. You must be a competitor. How are you? I saw your face on the monitor and saw that you will be advancing to the next round. How do you feel about that?"

All of her Pokemon shifted slightly, but the ones that were asleep stayed asleep, while the one that was still watching the lady suspiciously stayed that way.
 
Willa was taken aback by the outgoing woman's immature display. Perhaps she was younger than Willa had originally thought? Either way, she was clearly a skilled trainer despite her mannerisms, not to mention perceptive for remembering a random face on a monitor. All of that, compiled with an unshakeable feeling that she was being watched, convinced Willa that this was not a girl to be trifled with. Willa fidgeted with a corner of her coat to calm her nerves. It looked like she would have to remain on guard with this one.

"Er...yes, I am a competitor. And I am doing...quite well, thank you." Willa purses her lips a bit before she continued. She never was good with people. That's why she usually refused jobs like this. "I, uh, assume you are as well. You seemed interesting, so I thought I should get to know you." Yes, perfect. Didn't even stutter in that last sentence!

Wait, she never introduced herself.

"Uh...my name is Willa! What is yours?"
 
Angel bowed her head in a display of politeness, even to someone younger than her. She then introduced herself: "My name is Angelia Shayton, a native to both Kalos and Alola. But you may call me Angel. Nice to meet you, Willa. And yes, I am doing well, thank you. And you also seemed interesting, but you are a competitor of mine that I may battle soon, so it is only natural that we learn of each other so we can discern each other's weaknesses and strengths in battle."

Angel then saw her finger fidget with the corner of her jacket, as did her Quaju. Angel's introduction had woken up her Mimikyu, and she also made this childish yawn that made her look pretty cute for something known to kill people with its looks. Mimi looked at the stranger and waved toward her with her black claw. She then looked over to Angel, who knew what she was going to do and said with a voice of authority that completely contrasted her softer voice: "No, Mimi. You may not take her clothes. She needs them to be decent. If anything, you can take some more fabric when I buy the clothes. Maybe you can even fashion me another dress," at the end her voice became softer as she suggested.

Mimi smiled and hopped about with joy before climbing up on Zorro's hair and resting, while still keeping an eye on the stranger.
 
Having waited there through the few hours it had taken to get Pan to medical attention and contact the professor, Freya slumped back to her seat, casting a tired glance over the bandaged Absol by her side, patiently looking back at his trainer. Closing wounds were itchy, and they had been temporarily wrapped up for the time it would take to heal - they'd be off before the tournament, thank goodness. With a flash of light, she released the healed Musume, who seemed to pick up on the fatigued mood quickly, waving her tentacles in concern. "We're okay, baby girl," Freya whispered, pulling her close. The initial shock had worn off, and now she sat there numbly, weighing her further options.

Raising her head at the sound of someone entering the Centre, she hastily withdrew further away, choosing to sit behind a pillar to stay out of sight of the new entry. Heart beating queerly at her own social anxiety, she chanced a peek around said pillar, noting a woman with a full set of pokemon. Was she a competitor? Carefully eyeing the assumed herbal concoctions she applied to her pokemon, she concluded she was either a purist native, or some eccentric Kalosian, and judging by her appearance, it was probably the latter. Not everyone believed in modern medicine, and that was fine; they seemed to get on anyway.

Any hopes of approaching her fellow competitor - and possible opponent - were quickly dashed as another woman approached the first, striking up a conversation; Abyss keenly watched the duo, knowing what the odds were of Freya interrupting the two or somehow integrating herself willingly into the conversation. Namely, none. Musume had hesitantly scuttled around after the shy duo as they had hid, but not before pausing and tossing plentiful curious looks. Freya pursed her lips, feeling rather like a guilty thief up to clandestine activities - she wasn't, was she? She was just...sitting her minding her own business! Yes. She retrieved a pokeball from her bag, causing several pages of research to come loose and flutter to the ground.

Freya held her breath for a minute before realizing Pan wasn't here to collect and hand them to her. With a short, sharp burst of pain and a squeeze of her heart, she bent to retrieve her data - only to find Abyss and Musume holding them out to her. Her lower lip trembled and she choked back a noisy sob before stuffing the papers back in, haphazard as ever. The pokeball she'd dug out quivered slightly, rolled off the seat and released its noisy, annoying occupant.

Releasing Koda wasn't the best of decisions, considering the baby had zero chill and "Jaaaaaaaa!" sounds began almost immediately. Freya pursed her lips again, swallowing hard as she picked up the dragon to calm him down. He was giving them away! Not like the pillar was exactly concealing them, but she disliked attention being drawn to them. The wide-eyed, puffed-fur look of Absol perfectly mirrored how she felt right about now, as the noises continued to rise to a crescendo.
 
Mimi heard the flutter of paper hit the floor, and some Pokemon scrambling to get it. Angel gave a very slight flick with her finger as she was flicking off some lint from her dress, signaling Mimi to go ahead and explore. With that, she happily hopped off of Zorro and began to wander the floor of the Pokemon Center, careful not to stray too far off. She saw an Absol and a Malamar, helping their trainer. They looked interesting, as she quite liked other Dark-Types due to the types of Pokemon she's with all day. She scampered up to them, cocking her fake Pikachu head before a Poke Ball emerged and let loose a roaring and crying Pokemon child. Mimi jumped back, startled at the sudden noise and appearance of said creature, but quickly calmed down.

She finally got a little close to the trainer and her Pokemon now, only being several feet away. She made a cute little "Kyu" noise before waving her black claw, waving a hello to them. She wanted to be as friendly as possible, since she felt bad for the poor trainer.
 
“Fuego, we should take a break.” Ry flashed a smile to his Pokemon, as he leaned against a tree. His clothes had been damaged from some of the force from the impacts, while apparently a chunk of rock slashed his left shoulder, just below his old scar. He would probably patch it up, and switch his clothes out. He knew that Fuego was feeling the damage from the last battle, and Pax and Sting needed some treatment. Fuego gave a nod of approval and sat in the grass. Ry slipped his bag off, and unzipped it. Inside he had a mixing bowl, and a bottle filled with soft blue liquid.

“Okay, let’s go Jet!” Ry shouted sending out his Sceptile. Sceptile was a master of forest combat and travel. So there was often times where Jet was his primary berry gatherer. “Okay Jet, so I’ll need some Sitrus Berries for sure. And then some Spicy, Sweet, Sour, and Bitter Berries. So preferably, some Tamato, Watmel, Nanab, and Qualot. And if you can maybe a few Kelpsy and Pomeg. And also a few Apples for me, if find any.” As Ry gave Jet instructions, he handed the Grass Type a sack from his bag. They shared a nod, and in an instant the Pokemon disappeared into the forest.

“Okay, everyone else! Come on out!” Ry released the rest of his Pokemon. Sting and Pax gave a weak smile laced in the grass. However Aura and Gyra, two of his Pokemon he hadn’t used yet, were more full of energy. The Lucario did a few stretches, while the Gyarados gave a roar, that shook the trees.

Within about fifteen minutes, Ry had a fire going, and Jet had returned with the Berries. And with that, Ry went to work. His first priority was using the blue liquid in the bottle, which was Oran juice, and ground some Sitrus berries into it, giving it a greenish tint. Then he emptied the bottle into three cups, and added a different ground mixture to each. After heating it up, he made a hot drink to restore Sting, Pax, and Fuego’s stamina. While they drank, Ry went to work, making a light fruit salad for the Pokemon, trying to tutor to each one’s personal preferences. Fuego for example liked Spicy food but also had a preference for dry food. So using a Tamato berry was an obvious choice. And then he drizzled the sliced berries in a sauce made from Pomeg and Kelpsy berries, and served it onto plates for everyone. Well all but Gyra, which was placed in a bowl. While the Pokemon chowed down, Ry leaned against a tree eating his apple, feeling the sun on his face. Alola was a beautiful region, and not to mention had so may fruits and berries. It made surviving on his own, much easier.

After lunch was finished, and Ry had cleaned up, he returned all his Pokemon to their Pokeballs, with he exception of Fuego. Once the boy’s bag was on his back, he gave a nod to the Fire Monkey. “Race ya back!” And with that, the duo made their way to Iki Town quite quickly.

Once all the trainers had arrived back at Iki Town, Hala was ready to begin the tournament. As the last trainer walked through the gates, while chadsing after his Infernape, Hala made his way to the microphone. “Congratulations competitiors for your wins! Now here we will have one more single round, with the pairs I will show in a minute. And then we will move on to a final Full Force Battle Royal. So get ready. And let the battles begin!” Behind him, the screens all showed who was facing who.
 
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Ken had rode his Drapion all the way back to Iki town and was now looking at the screen to see who his next opponent was for the next round. He looked at the screen and saw that he was going to fight this person called Ry. "Ry huh, looks like a strong guy." He said to himself.
 
Willa felt a chill run down her spine at the idea of her coat being stolen. She clutched her beloved garment close to her chest, just to make sure it wouldn't disappear on her. Suddenly, a dinging noise came from the reception desk, indicating that Ruby had been healed. Willa silently thanked whatever power had intervened to save her from the awkward situation. The trainer seized the out and bolted to the desk to retrieve Ruby.

"Erm...excuse me, but I have to go." Deciding that her goodbye was sufficient, Willa turned tail and fled the Pokemon Center. Her coat and dignity were saved! It seems that her timing couldn't have been better either, as the monitors were displaying the updated tournament brackets. Willa examined her opponent's portrait. "Hmm...Brodie Blano...she seems strong, but looks can be deceiving."

It was a shame, really. If Willa had gotten her opponent's full name just an hour or some earlier, she could've done some research, maybe make a more thorough battle strategy. Alas, it seemed that she would have to stick to pre-planned maneuvers and quick plans. She hated having to think on her feet, but oftentimes there simply wasn't any other option in a tournament. Willa glanced down at her top left coat pocket, staring at the bulge of the pokeball it contained. With any luck, this one wouldn't give her any trouble.
 
Angel saw the nervous look on the lady's face and internally smirked. She was a nervous wreck, she thought. She then heard Hala announce something, so she got up, whistling for her Pokemon to follow suit and she exited the building, with Mimi giving one last goodbye to the other individual with the Malamar and Absol before heading out the door. Angel headed toward the stage where the monitors showed who she was going to be battling. A guy by the name of Knox, whose face looked quite intimidating but calm, as well. She could feel a cold shudder run down her spine. This kid looked quite older than his age was, and she assumed him to be younger for this. Although, she has never seen anyone that young with those insane bushy eyebrows.

She decided to stop looking at his eyebrow game and look around for this, Knox character. He seemed to be quite sticking out of the crowd, and so did she. She then remembered her dress, but decided that she won't be needing it. She kept her dress as a bundle of cloth in her arms, whilst she found her opponent, with her Incineroar, Togekiss, and Primarina liking the fact that they'll be battling again on this 6 on 6 battle.
 
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Knox found himself back in Iki town after his battle, relaxing in the Pokémon centre, making use of its plush seating areas. He had already made use of the centre's healing machine, ensuring those who had taken place in his battle with Jodi were feeling refreshed. That Z-move had really come out of nowhere...but threats like that would just be the kind of thing he would have to expect in this tropical paradise. If he hadn't of brought Adolf with him on a whim, well it was debatable if any of his other Pokémon would have been ready for such a powerful move out of thin air. So it was with a strange mix of emotions that the young man found himself playing with the Wobbuffet's pokeball, the funny little blue blob had done him proud but he had promised his family that he would send him home after his first battle. Besides Sumu, Knox's Toxicroak, would be bored out of his mind sitting around in the PC.

"Nice job today Adolf, send the family my love." Knox muttered quietly as he deposited his old friend into the PC, watching the ball disappear in a flash only for another one to reappear in its place. A sporty looking blue and yellow ball that was all too familiar to the Unovan trainer.

"Toxi!" Came the welcoming cry from the angry looking frog Pokémon. The angry look wasn't intentional, Toxicroak's just look like that regardless. Might be something to do with those vicious looking blood red spikes. That being said Knox had always found that grumpy face endearing, maybe even cute. So it was with a hint of a smile that he embraced his friend, careful to avoid those claws. Sumu always had a strange aroma, something similar to wet wood chippings. It was almost as if he took it with him from the swampy wetlands that he originated from.

"I missed you too Sumu but we'll have time to catch up later." Knox explained as he broke the embrace, picking his bag off the ground as he prepared to leave the cosy shelter of the Pokémon centre. As much as he wanted to get some time with his friend, this was a tournament and they had work to do. Their next opponent had already won their first battle and as such were bound to be even tougher than the jovial poison type trainer they had just fought. At least now he had his own poison warrior to fight by his side.
 
The first thing the boy did once he heard about his battle, was return Fuego to his Pokeball. Then he went to the Pokemon Center to heal his team and change. He entered, passing by a man with his Toxicroak, and headed to Nurse Joy’s station. He handed her his Pokemon, and went to change while she healed them.

After about five minutes, Ry was ready to battle. He was now wearing a tight black sleeveless tee, and a red short sleeved denim jacket over it. Over his legs were dark navy blue pants, with his red and black sneakers. And wrapped tightly around his left shoulder cut, was a white bandana to help stop the bleeding of the small cut.

Thanking Nurse Joy, he took his Pokemon and placed them at his belt. The next round would be against a trainer called Ken, and would be a full battle. He considered his own team. There was Sting, Pax, and Fuego who all did pretty well in their battle. But of course he was sure, Gyra, Aura, and Jet wanted to get to get some fighting in. He was sure they would, as it was a six on six match. With this tournament, he would need to give it his all. The battlers were all strong.

Under his shirt, was his Keystone necklace, which he used to help trigger Jet’s Mega Evolution. However, Ry had standards, and he woudn’t force it upon the Sceptile. Jet was stubborn and prefered the power he had. He wasn’t a fan of Mega Evolution, so Ry knew it was all up to Jet.

Ry made his way to arena 4, his is the place he would be having his battle. It was a raised wooden platform, on the southeastern side of town. Ry went to his side of the arena and awaited the arrival of Ken.
 
"Hm..." Brodie said as she examined the board, her opponent. A woman named Willa, "she looks tough, hope she's fun to face though..." She started looking for her opponent before she would head to the arena she was supposed to go to. Eventually, she saw a woman who appeared to be Willa. She ran to the woman, and said
"Um, hi, Um, Are you, uh, Willa? My names Brodie blano.
 
Halt has seen his challenger and the location. He placed most attention to the location though. Walking into the arena, Halt took the time to look over the field. Nothing much. Unsure until his challenger arives, he sat down on a nearby bench.
 

Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Walking with halt, Shen looking about the feild eyed interesting locations that would be of critical...that is if he were still in the tournament. He still couldn't quite grasp that he had been eliminated so fast.

Sableye dug up some small holes in the ground and chewed on the Quartz that naturally was burrowed there. He sat on a bench next to Halt's as he crossed his legs.

"Who are you battling against?"
 
Ken went to the Pokémon center. He had realized he didn't heal his pokemons yet and went there to do so. After healing his pokemons, he sent them all out. They all stood in front of him. "Alright guys, the next match will be a full 6v6 so I want you all to give it your best." He said to them after crouching down. Ken's pokemon gave a collective cheer filled with determination. "Alright, lets get going." He said as he returned all of his pokemon back into their pokeballs and made his way to Arena 4. When he arrived, he saw a man wearing a tight black sleeveless tee, and a red short sleeved denim jacket over it. "You must be Ry." He said as he walked to his side of the stage.
 
Willa turned around at the sound of someone saying her name, and was met by the sight of a girl much taller than her. Craning her neck upwards to look at her face, she noticed that she was her opponent for the second round. Well, that was much easier than Willa had expected! She had been worried that she would have to stake her opponent out.

"Ah, you must be my opponent. Yes, I am Willa." The Vermillion trainer was glad that Brodie had started the conversation. It was always so much easier to respond than it was to initiate conversation. "Well, no use delaying any further. We'll be battling at Arena 2, correct?"
 
Ry had a look of tranquility, that was spread across his face. He knew he was ready. He had awaited for this, and now was the time to show Iki Town what he was made of. Anticipation was rising like a ball of fire in his stomach. He just couldn’t stand waiting any more.

“You must be Ry.” Ken’s words, caused Ry to open his eyes. The look of peace across his face then began to morph into a look of joy and excitement. His eyes were now smiling brightly, and his grin was wide.

“The one and only. Now, let’s rock and roll!” In his hand he revealed a Pokeball. Inside was his fist choice, Gyra. After all, he knew the Water Serpent wanted to get some action in, so it was time to go full force. “Go Gyra!” He sent out the Pokeball, throwing it with a spin, so spun high above Gyra’s place on the battlefield. Then it opened, and with a bright light, the Gyarados materialized. The Water and Flying type opened his jaws wide to not only reveal his teeth, but to also let loose a loud roar that shook the trees near the town. “You get the first move.” Ry said getting into a fighting stance.
 
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Brodie smiled as the person confirmed that she was Willa, and said
"yep, Ready to go? 'cause I am!" She looked very cheery. But, she was thinking 'I better do this well, she looks tough..." and even her legs were shaking a bit. Natalie, on the other hand, didn't notice her Trainer's Worry, and was bouncing up and down. Very cheery. The grass rustled under Brodie's feet as she shuffled them quietly. Her hand was going over her Pokeballs.
 
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Ken smiled when Ry sent out his pokemon. "Lets go Wall!" He shouted as he sent out his Shuckle. "Wall is at a disadvantage in this matchup but fighting with Wall is not my intention." He said to himself. "Wall use Sticky Webs!" Wall shot out several globs of sticky material from hits shell that turned into nets when they hit the ground surrounding Ry's team.
 
Willa hummed in response, more focused on finding the path to the arena than her opponent. Talking with her wouldn't provide any insight on her battling style, after all. That, and Willa thought it best to quit while she was ahead on the whole conversation thing. It only took her a few moments to locate a sign pointing westward towards Arena 2, a platform by a cliff that overlooked Hau'oli City. She motioned for Brodie to follow her.

"The arena is this way. Let's get to it, shall we?" Willa swiftly turned on her heel and started down the path to the arena. Normally she wasn't this showy, but after her encounter with that woman and her Mimikyu, Willa was desperate to save face. Even if said woman and Pokemon were not present.
 
While Sticky Webs was a good move to use in general, Ry wasn’t really a fan of moves that could affect the field. So he had a counter planned for this kind of move, which he was ready to use. “Gyra, stay still, and use Whirlpool!” Water jetted to and wrapped around Gyra’s body, in a large upward tornado of water. The waters pressure tore the webs apart, and as the water began to part, Ry was ready for his counter attack.

“Hyper Beam!” As soon as enough of the water tornado had parted around Gyra’s head, a bright ball of orange energy formed in his mouth. Then it burst forward, racing towards Wall increasing it’s speed tremendously. Gyra was putting a good deal of power into this next attack, and Ry could feel the orange energy’s raw power as it neared the Shuckle. However with the use of a move this powerful, there was a drawback. Gyra wouldn’t be able to move for a bit, as he had to regain the stamina he’d lost from launching the attack.

Ry knew for sure, Shuckle was a Bug and Rock type. So while he would resist the move some, the power might be anough to overwhelm the Pokemon and give him time to form a strategy. And not to mention, that a Gyarados’ Hyper Beam is a very strong attack, and hopefully it would weaken him enough so that Ry could go in for a early knock out. But that outcome would depend on Ken’s reaction to the attack that was racing towards his Pokemon.
 
Ken was surprised at how fast Ry got rid of the Sticky Webs, he then looked at Wall who looked back. "Alright Wall! Rock Tomb!" He shouted. A few gray rock appeared around Wall's head. "Now Place them down!" Commanded Ken, Wall threw the rocks down in front of him not only serving as a wall against the Hyper Beam, but also a staircase. "Now Wall, Climb." Ken shouted. Wall jumped on the ascending rock and jumped off right before The Hyper Beam hit. "Great job! Now while Gyarados is recharging, Toxic!" He commanded while pointing his arm forward. Wall then closed in on Gyra and shot a stream of purple liquid from its mouth at The opposing pokemon.
 
Brodie smiled as Willa walked away, And Started to walk with her, and said
"So, I guess you don't like Talking very much, do you?" Meanwhile, Natalie jumped onto Brodie's shoulder. and Natalie said
"Dun-sparce!" Although, for some reason, BB no longer felt Worried. Nor did Natalie... They were thinking Please make it so that she isn't as tough as she looks... ...
 
The purple ooze tapped onto the Gyarados’s Head and was quickly absorbed, after a bit of a splash. However it made a slight hissing noise, which meant that it wasn’t a good thing, for any non Poison Type. Well except Steel Types. But he was now poisoned, which was a status ailment that damages the recipient and is often used to drain stamina. However the painful sting gave Gyra a burst of rage fueled adrenaline. He let loose another loud roar. He reared his head in an arc, quite annoyed with the Toxic attack.

“Aqua Tail!” Ry was ready to use Gyra’s anger to get revenge against the Shuckle. While raising his tail, which by this point had been wrapped loosely in spinning streams of water, Gyra smashed the tower of rocks, sending them flying into the air in all directions. Now, Gyra, coiled his back and glared at the mid air Shuckle, eyeing his prey like a true predator. Then, he saw himself an opening, and launched himself forward, and used the momentum from the water pressure to flip forward. Then he slammed his water wrapped tail down on Shuckle’s head.
 
Willa merely grunted in response to Brodie's question. She had to keep up the whole "intimidating" image, after all. At least, she hoped it was intimidating. Instead, she continued walking at a brisk pace to the arena. She couldn't help but notice how small the platform was. The trainer hoped that there weren't any rules against Pokemon fighting off the stage. After all, there was no way that Python, her Steelix, would ever fit on the platform without crushing it into splinters.

"Hmm...best to use him towards the end of the battle, in that case." Fantastic. That left Willa with only three options for her leading Pokemon. Two if she ruled out Ruby, since she didn't like the idea of leading with the same partner twice. On the off chance that her opponent had seen Willa's previous match. Sh wouldn't want to fall into whatever trap they've surely lain for Ruby. Come to think of it, there would probably be a trap for Lovelace as well. That left Java as Willa's safest option. Having made her decision, Willa trod up the steps and stood on the platform, Java's pokeball in hand. She tossed it into the middle of the field, releasing the digital Pokemon as the ball burst open. Turning her head back to the path, Willa noticed Brodie and gestured to the platform.

"We will begin whenever you're ready. You may have the first move."
 
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