Montagne Khastil
July 1 - Santalune City, Kalos
Viola - @Hecotoro
"THE BATTLE BETWEEN CHALLENGER MONTAGNE AND LEADER VIOLA IS ABOUT TO COMMENCE!"
The atmosphere on the battlefield was completely different from up in the stands. Monty felt his blood begin to rise, his body heating up in anticipation of a fight, and his eyes went a little wide in preparation to survey the action. Oracle held her head high at his side, her fur already bristling and her
Pressure already leaking out, and her tail lashed back and forth.
"It's not often I see an Absol in my gym!" Viola called out from across the way. Monty said nothing in response, but the leader continued anyway. "Fantastic. Just
fantastic! I like that look in your eyes! It says
'Bring it on!' You'll be the perfect subjects!"
Both trainers lifted a ball, Monty's a Dusk and Viola's the classic red and white Poké Ball, and their pokémon materialized in synchronized flashes.
"
AROOOO!" Chauffemagne howled as he took to the field, his nose smoking and his jaws snarling as he stared down his opponent. There Surskit was, in all of its Bug/Water-type glory, zig-zagging back and forth in front of Viola. No sense in letting it stay on the field for long, they'd take care of it quick.
Based on his previous trainer battles, controlling the momentum would be key. Luckily Chauffemagne had just the tool in his arsenal. "ROAR!"
The Houndour puffed up his chest, drawing in a huge breath before expelling it in a raucous cacophony of visible soundwaves. If they could force out the Vivillon, Chauffemagne could avoid his type disadvantage against Surskit. He just had to hope the butterfly wasn't stronger than he thought.
"Not letting, you gain momentum on your first move!" Viola held up her fingers, making a square frame with them, "Bubble away ma Surskit!"
The blue water bug swiftly moved across the field, towards the Houndour. White foam began to form from the antenna on top of her head, spreading across the field and landing on Chauffemagne. It was as much as she could do, since Houndour roared away Surskit back into her Pokeball.
Viola didn't seemed bothered though, as her ace emerged from her own Pokeball. Vivillon came out, wings spread out and dancing with the soft gust of wind coming through the gym windows.
"I've got my eyes on victory!"
Vivillon swayed to the sides, a green aura covering her body while millions of tiny bugs began to emerged from the ground, creeping towards Chauffemagne.
Chauffemagne let out a pained grunt as the <<Bubble>> connected, and his fur steamed up wherever one of the spheres hit. His battle lust remained undamaged, though, and the Houndour set his glare on Viola's Vivillon.
Vivillon used some sort of move on entry, Monty was sure of it. The green aura was a tell-tale sign, and the criminal recognized it from the previous battle; <<Infestation>>.
There! Movement on the battlefield, a smear of black rapidly swarming toward Chauffemagne.
"Fire Spin, then jump up and use Incinerate on the ground!" Viola wouldn't let them control the momentum, eh? Let's see how she liked this.
Smoke poured from Chauffemagne's nose as he released <<Fire Spin>>, expelling the fiery lasso with a
FWOOSH! The Houndour crouched down as more fire gathered in his jaws, and he
LEAPT! up as <<Incinerate>>
CRASHED! onto the battlefield.
The swarming bugs from <<Infestation>> lit up like a pile of tinder, and Chauffemagne returned to the ground with a fierce snarl.
"Oh using fire completely against us? I love it!"
Viola aimed her frame at the ground, where the infestation once stood, now a pile of ashes. The Fire Spin was well on its way, directly for her Vivillon. If they were to continue fighting, they need to get closer to their opponent.
"Show 'em! Infestation again, go forth with Tackle!" Vivillon's body once again began creating an army of small bugs around the Houndour. The green energy around the bug turned white and she headed straight into the Fire Spin, bursting through it after taking a serious burn to her wings. The Tackle was heading directly at Chauffemagne while the Infestation tried to grip it.
Tch. The second <<Infestation>> took root around Chauffemagne's paws, and the Houndour fruitlessly tried to burn them away as they crawled up his legs. They were both on timers now, but who would go down first?
Monty stood unwavering as the glowing-white Vivillon charged Chauffemagne. Viola seemed confident in the face of the Houndour's flames, but they'd burn it away as surely as they did the Vespiqueen. Calling for Tackle just made Vivillon a closer target. "Keep your distance, INCINERATE!"
Chauffemagne dutifully complied, his nose puffing with smoke as he sent another
FWOOSH! of fire at the incoming Vivillon. As soon as the flames left his jaws, the Houndour went on a backpedal. The swarming <<Infestation>> tracked his movements, crawling up his legs and biting furiously, but the Vivillon was equally hindered.
The vortex of <<Fire Spin>> raged around it, closing in and
SCORCHING! the butterfly pokémon as it
DIVED! toward Chauffemagne.
"Yes! These shots are going to be fantastic!" Vivillon went all out into the fire, taking the Incinerate directly. The bug flying Pokemon cried out as it felt the energy leaving her body, but not before putting it all on the Tackle. With her last efforts she crashed into the Houndour, only for her body to hit the floor afterwards.
Chauffemagne was a spirited pup, but he wasn't invincible. He was sent rolling after Vivillon
CRASHED! into him with <<Tackle>>, and he didn't get back up. That was fine. He served his role, and he did it better than Monty expected.
One down, one to go.
"You did your best!" Viola smiled as she held out her Pokeball, recalling the fainted Pokemon back. She gave Monty a firm nod, while reaching for the Pokemon he had forced to switch out earlier. The Pokeball flew threw the air, and once again, Surskit took the stage.
"Let's make this snappy!"
Sparse applause sounded from the audience as Monty recalled Chauffemagne to his Dusk Ball. "Oracle, you're up."
About time! The Absol strode onto the battlefield from Monty's side, her fur ruffled and her venomous glare set on the opposing Surskit. Her suppressed
Pressure finally spilled over, flooding off of her and pouring onto the battlefield, and her claws scraped at the ground as she readied herself for combat with the little blue peon.
The queen of the field had arrived, and the Surskit would bow before her.
"Double Team, take the fight to them." They'd use the clones to draw the wide range of Surskit's <<Bubble>> and give Oracle enough time to close the distance. While Bug-Type attacks were super effective against her, her Dark-Type attacks weren't resisted by Surskit. They'd wrap this up quick.
Oracle glowed with white energy as she split off into nearly a dozen mirror-Absols. Each one stayed glowing as they
SURGED! forward, propelled by <<Quick Attack>>.
"Woo! A photo op!"
Surskit was eager to get started but it seemed her opponent was also. The Absol broke into a combo of attacks right off the bat, multiplying and using Quick Attack back to back. But, Oracle wasn't the only one with quick moves and tricks up her sleeve.
"Quick Attack, Water Sport!"
Surskit moved away from the the incoming attacks, only being able to buy about a second or two, but enough for her to shoot a blast of water from her antenna. As the water landed on the arena, it started to create a muddy mess. For the Surskit, it was fine, being able to glide soundlessly over wet surfaces was her specialty, but for Oracle? Her paws would give away her position easily!
Oracle's paws splashed through the mud, spattering her pristine white coat. These peons dragging her down to
their level was getting old! First Esther's bothersome drake, and now this contemptable
insect was getting
her dirty?
She and her clones moved with equal speed to their opponent, all of them boosted by <<Quick Attack>>, but as the true Oracle got closer she dispelled the energy. It was replaced by a crackling of black sparks up and down her limbs, and she
SHOT! forward even faster than her clones.
Her horn glowed with black energy, and she angled it to catch the Surskit with a direct hit.
Monty stood tall as he watched his partner close in, waiting for the moment where she'd need a guiding command. He trusted her judgement in battle, but the syllables of Detect were on the tip of his tongue regardless.
"Surskit, up up!" The water bug Pokemon jumped, turning upside in the air. A cocky smile as she saw her opponent closing in on her. A jet of bubbles exploded from under Surskit, rocketing her into the air. It wasn't over yet, she kept using Bubble, spinning around and sending waves of foamy bubbles all over the arena.
"Perfect shot!" Viola called out, camera on hand and snapping quick pictures.
An insect in flight was an insect all the same. Skittering. Cowering.
Beneath her. Oracle used the momentum from <<Sucker Punch>> to launch upwards, and the black energy dispersed as her eyes lit up blue.
Useless Monty called for "DETECT!" Oracle was way ahead of him.
Her movements became almost impossibly acrobatic as she weaved around the chaotic <<Bubble>> streams, deftly avoiding them as most of her <<Double Team>> clones were dispelled by the watery onslaught. Her momentum quickly wore thin, but it was enough to reach her target.
Pressure poured off of her, assaulting the Surskit with phantom weight as the Absol gathered jet-black energy in her scythe-like horn. She craned her neck back, her horn poised like a raised guillotine blade, and she
WRENCHED! down; <<Night Slash!>>
Surskit smashed into the ground, after taking the Night Slash directly. The bug splattered mud all over as it collided with the wet ground of the arena. Viola waited patiently for any reaction from her Pokemon, to know if the battle was still to continue. After a close observation, she sighed.
"Ugh, no one enjoys losing..."
"AND IN A
FANTASTIC FINISH, THE WINNER IS CHALLENGER MONTAGNE!" Applause thundered from the stands, and both trainers walked to the center of the field to exchange words.
Viola raised her Pokeball and returned Surskit, pocketing the item as she did so before drawing something else from her pocket: the Bug Badge.
Monty swaggered to the center, his head held high and a grin across his face as he locked eyes with his opponent. No, not
just his opponent; the gym leader
he defeated. He hardly heard the applause, to wrapped up in his victory to hear much of anything, but Oracle basked in the glory of her win.
The Absol looked into the crowd, her expression as satisfied as her trainer had ever seen it, but it held more than satisfaction. She was
gloating. She won the battle, after all. Oracle turned to Monty as she handed him the badge, the fruit of
her labor, and her eyes narrowed. He had
better not take all of her credit.
"Thanks for the battle, I got some
perfect shots out of it," Viola said to Monty as she passed him the badge, tapping her camera with the other hand. The criminal accepted it graciously, feeling the badge's weight in his large hand, and returned Viola's thanks for the battle. He figured it was the polite thing to do after beating her.
Monty and Oracle turned to leave the field as the announcer's voice rang through the speakers.
"THE NEXT BATTLE WILL BE BETWEEN CHALLENGER ESTHER AND LEADER VIOLA!"
