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Post by Chancelor McQueen on May 6, 2018 18:20:29 GMT -5
Building this sand metropolis took hours—hours upon hours of wet sand gathering, wet sand patting, all while the relentless sun beamed down upon the outskirts of Tanba City. However, when it was all said and done, the outcome was more than worth it and the sand city was buzzing with make believe activity—have you ever seen miniature sized sand skyscrapers? No? Me neither, but I bet that shit looks cool as hell. Chance stood up with a satisfied look upon that ebon visage of his, sweat rolling down his brow as both arms were covered fully in wet clumpy sand. He donned nothing but black swim trunks with the phrase "life is a beach" running down the right leg. He was a well-muscled and confident teenager and it showed in the way he carried and presented himself.
On the other side of the sand city stood Chance's Larvitar, the Pokémon had a certain "gleam" in those eyes of his; a gleam that indicated he was up to no good. Chance narrowed his hues upon the green Pokémon and slowly rose his hand up to his mouth, pretending to have a walkie-talkie in it with the speaker pressed up firmly to his lips."We need immediate air support! I repeat! Immediate air support! This lil' dude crazy!" Chance bellows into his hand, making the needed sound effects when the moment arose. The Larvitar took that as the signal to go and began demolishing the city like the giant monsters he loves watching on the television do. He holds up his little arms and slams his equally little foot on a car, squishing the sand creation with ease. Adjusting his arms in front of him, Chance pretended to be a pilot in a fighter-jet while raining bullets down upon the rampaging Larvitar. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The Trainer mouths, "pew! pew! pew! Die! Die! Die!" He adds, rather aggressively, but still obviously playing with the little green monster.
In melodramatic fashion, Larvitar acts as if he is being struck with high-powered rounds that simply bounce off his impenetrable hide. In retaliation, he takes a sand building, picks it up, and throws it at The Trainer. Chance pretends to lose control of the aircraft and proceeds to crash his hand into one of the building, promptly knocking it over. "Awh damn! I'm hit! I'm going do- Well. I went down! Mayday!" More sound effects fell from the lips of the Trainer as he watched the Larvitar continue destroying the very city they worked so hard to build for this one specific moment. He watches with a tilted head, noticing the Larvitar was enjoying himself a little too much. Chance witnesses as he body slams building, kicks over mounds of sand, and even chew up the beach toys they used to build the sand city. "My boy..." The Trainer says with a arm raising, trying to find the right moment to get the little thing to stop. "No more monster flicks for you, bro. You're highkey turning into a bona fide bully." Chance shakes his head in mild disapproval, stands up, and walks a few feet away from the poor pretend city that stood absolutely no chance against the little terror that was Larvitar.
"While you have fun living out your Kaiju fantasy. I'll search for a spot to go grab some grab, because I know you're little ass gonna' be hungry when you finish." Saying that, he sits back down upon the sand, feet digging into the warm depths as he begins to search for local cuisine using his smartphone.
✝ tag(s) - @open .
✝ notes - just some beach shenanigans .
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Post by ASHLEY LEE on May 8, 2018 10:47:27 GMT -5
[attr="class","smdbody"]ash plucked at her two piece bathing suit, scowling down at both the tight fabric and her own bosom. she hadn't realized that the material would fail to maintain a professionally sporty look and instead hug her flesh in a way to thoroughly bolster her feminine attributes. the young woman would make the easy decision of tossing it once she took leave of the beach. but for now, she would invest a minimum of several hours toward simply relaxing whilst enjoying the blessedly warm weather. spring was in full swing, the remnants of winter having been almost entirely wiped away by the spreading warmth of such a lovely season. " maw!" queen exclaimed. as she situated herself upon a large towel, she peered in the direction of her youthful companions. they were frolicking about, enjoying the combination of heated sand and the cool waters that steadily lapped at the beach. her mawile had been absolutely mesmerized by the sight of the open sea, having openly stared at the seemingly endless stretch of water for a lengthy period of time. the fairy had only just tugged her bright-eyed gaze elsewhere and was currently in the midst of playing rough with her peer - bishop the phanpy. ash allowed her mind to wander as she lay upon her towel, only occasionally shifting herself to expose portions of her skin to the intense rays of the sun. she thought of her family - of her brother - and of her future as a pokemon trainer as she did so. it caused her to review her training schedule, and how far she'd be willing to push herself and her companions. a quiet sigh slipped out of her, and ash was struck by the familiar sensation of unrest. she felt that terrible itch to move about and do something. it caused her to fidget endlessly before she sat up with a quiet huff, the corners of her lips pulling downwards to form into a deep and contemplative frown. as she stood, her pokemon would pause in their simple game of tag to peer at their mistress. the woman's gaze had shifted, settling itself upon the sight of a distant figure whom also occupied the beach. she had mostly ignored him and his pokemon during the duration of their stay, but was now compelled to approach him. " hey," she said, simply. the woman placed her hands upon the curve of her hips as she stared down her nose at the seated male. " up for a brawl?" |  [attr="class","smdlyrics"] [attr="class","mdlyric"] [attr="class","giveitlyric"] |
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Post by Chancelor McQueen on May 8, 2018 16:32:25 GMT -5
Little beads of sweat continued to roll off the ebon brow of the teenager. Attention multitasking—half on the " rampaging" Pokémon with the other half on the screen of the smartphone keenly searching for so much needed food. " How does a Raging Tauros sound? Three flame broiled patties coated in Combee honey barbecue sauce topped with..." Words ceased while hazel eyes opened to the size of tennis balls. " ...Every goddamn topping known to mankind. The people in this region be eatin'. Goddamn..." Chance turned his attention on Larvitar who was too enthralled on causing complete mayhem and utter destruction to the sand city. The Trainer shook his head, realizing his little companion would be absolutely no help right now. Eyes back upon the phone, he felt the intense beam of the sun falter just a bit as if something was eclipsing it. Twilight was upon him, something was in fact dimming the sun because someone or something was standing directly before him. Bringing his head up with a cocked brow, Chance laid exotic hues upon a female dressed for a typical beach outing. She was accompanied by a few Pokémon which told him she was a fan of them, at least on some kind of level. Slowly bringing his hand over his brow to block out a bit more of the sun, he looked at the female with a scrunched up face. " A brawl?" That was an odd ass request considering where they were at—maybe " brawl" was Johoto slang or something? " Like throwing blows or does brawl have a different meaning in this region?" He smiles, a winning smile, a cocky, confident, suave smile. " Because chances are i'm down to clown regardless on what you mean." ✝ tag(s) - ASHLEY LEE . ✝ notes - bodacious beach babe? gnarly, dude! *hotline bling dance* . |
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Post by ASHLEY LEE on May 8, 2018 23:16:53 GMT -5
[attr="class","smdbody"]she couldn't prevent herself from snorting, a confident smirk taking shape the moment she got the youth's meaning. thankfully, she wasn't dull nor painfully oblivious to such matters and didn't particularly mind the attention of others. no, ash tended to take it all in stride and even allowed for such things to further bolster her already inflated ego. " exchanging blows does sound fun," she admitted. there was nothing wrong with a bit of rough play, especially when it involved someone so eager to partake in it. it had been a good while since she had curled her fist to strike another or even pressed her weight into another individual in an attempt to make them submit. far too many preferred to simply allow their bestial companions to handle such a brutish affair, and ash supposed she couldn't blame them for remaining out of harm's way. but she was a firm believer that humans were just as capable as their pokemon brethren - despite them lacking the wondrous powers the latter were equipped with. " it does," she continued. " but i wanna see how tough that larvitar of yours is first." the woman thrust a finger in the direction of the larvitar, whom she was aware could potentially grow into a king of the battle field. it would take a considerable amount of time and effort, but if this trainer was willing to invest in the little beast, she certain it would make for a formidable opponent indeed. " how about this." her grin grew characteristically sharp, a strange combination of malice and playfulness dancing in her deep brown pools as she gazed at him. she crouched, moving just a bit closer so their eyes remained properly locked. " pokemon first, and then we'll go at it," she promised. " we gotta deal?" | [attr="class","smdlyrics"] [attr="class","mdlyric"] [attr="class","giveitlyric"] |
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Post by Chancelor McQueen on May 9, 2018 3:21:02 GMT -5
Larvitar waddled over and stood beside Chance, standing stiff and proud, curiosity dancing in pools of crimson. Chance glanced down at the little guy, realizing this would make for excellent practice. Larvitar could always use more experience on the field of battle. Truth be told, Chance has been ' babying' the Pokémon—trying his damnedest to keep him out of battles that would prove to be difficult. There was obviously a reason for such strict precautions, but Chance wasn't for handicaps and it'd be a cold day in hell before he held any of his Pokémon back from their true potential. So, whatever may be eating at the Trainer, he'd face that issue head on when faced with it. " Bro's a tyrant, y'know?" Chance looks back at the female before him, exotic orbs fixated deeply into her own. " We always down for a battle, though." He slowly stands up, dusting the sand off his beach trunks with swift and steady strokes of the hand. " You got some cajones, shorty. A Pokémon Battle is one thing; those are always fair play. But you actually want to 'fight' ME? I got nearly a foot of height on ya' and my hair soaking wet probably weighs more than ya'." Chance casually shrugs his shoulders, cackling a bit as he did so. " You got yourself a deal." He concludes his words with that, sandy legs taking many steps back to create some much needed distance between himself and the girl. Larvitar peered up at Chance, reading the Trainers emotions and mannerisms flawlessly. Instinctively, in the pit of his little gut, he knew it was time to battle and was beyond ready to show what he had in terms of power and bravery. With stubby leg waddles, Larvitar positioned himself before the Trainer and put himself in a battle ready-stance; feet firmly planted with little arms curled and flexed. " How we doin' this?" Chance's eyes leveled upon the two creatures with the girl, " I see you got two yourself. Duo's?" In hindsight, such a suggestion may not have been the wisest choice. Larvitar was an issue enough—an issue that was easily controlled, but an issue nonetheless... But that damn Mankey... Now he was the real problem child... ✝ tag(s) - ASHLEY LEE . ✝ notes - --- . |
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Post by ASHLEY LEE on May 9, 2018 8:11:35 GMT -5
[attr="class","smdbody"]satisfied by his acceptance of her terms, she allowed for a smile with the barest hint of smugness to twist at her lips. the promise of battle excited her, but ash successfully contained what was felt by maintaining a calm demeanor as she observed him distance himself to grant their companions an ample amount of space to work. ash eyed him and his larvitar, carefully considering how she should go about such a battle. the female fighter clicked her tongue, cocked her head to the side, and responded after a brief while. " double battle," she replied, decisively. " two on two, basically." the young woman looked to her companions and gestured for them to take their places before her. she was certain the skirmish would make for a fairly entertaining one, and hoped that their training thus far would show somewhat. " maw!" " phan." the pair of pokemon situated themselves at their mistress's front, eager to take part. while queen appeared to be beyond excited, bishop was far more reserved, a serious look presently fixed upon the phanpy's adorable features. " whatever else ya got, bring it out. you get first move," she said, granting him permission to initiate the battle. queen turned around, the movement sharp and sudden as she exposed her lightly dribbling and gaping maw to her chosen foes.  [ a c t i v e ] [ mawile's ability intimidate has activated! ] [ mawile - female - intimidate - lvl 05 - 100% ] [ fairy wind - fake tears - iron head - misty terrain ]  [ a c t i v e ] [ phanpy - male - - pick up - lvl 04 - 100% ] [ rollout - defense curl - slam - double edge ] | [attr="class","smdlyrics"] [attr="class","mdlyric"] [attr="class","giveitlyric"] |
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Post by Chancelor McQueen on May 9, 2018 12:40:51 GMT -5
Rubbing two fingers on the collapsed PokéBall within swim trunk pockets, Chance reluctantly brought out the multicolored sphere, clicked the middle button twice to make it expand double in size, then lobbed it forward underhand style. In a brilliant display of red light, out came a Mankey with flared nostrils; steam ejecting from them; little bony fist pounding upon the sound in a fit of unbridled rage. Both Pokémon—the tyrant and the embodiment of rage looked at one another before fixing their gaze upon their competitors. " Now. Just like we practiced, fella's." Chance speaks to each Pokémon—both of them ready for combat in their own way. Before an order could be given or game plan could be forged. Mankey called out extremely loud, pounded his fists within the sand, and ran forward directly towards the grotesque maw of the Mawile ' taunting' him—taking the not-so-preemptive-strike. " Goddammit, bro! Larvitar, give bro some backup!" Chance calls out with a split second decision, trying his hardest to make the best of this spiraling situation. The little green prince of destruction took a powerful step forward, put both his little hands on the ground, and lifted; from the sand bed, large sandy rocks in which he hurled at the two opposing Pokémon with all his might. These collection of miniature boulders flew directly over the head of the Mankey and threatened to bombard the opposition, not like the raging menace would have noticed anyways if push came to shove. ✝ tag(s) - ASHLEY LEE . ✝ notes - --- . |
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Post by ASHLEY LEE on May 10, 2018 3:13:40 GMT -5
[attr="class","smdbody"]the barrage of rocks mercilessly pelted the pair. they were thrown almost indiscriminately, with even ash having to jump about to dodge bits and pieces of rock that successfully flew past her companions. they uttered sharp cries in reaction to the pain brought about by the move, but recovered relatively quickly once it had came to a halt. " bishop! defense curl!" the stout pokemon obeyed, curling tightly into a ball to further protect himself from future attacks. as it remained furled, the woman would veer her focus toward her mawile, whom was presently rubbing at her slightly bruised snout. " queen, i want you to use fairy wind, alright?" the mawile obeyed, raising her arms to summon forth the attack, the conjured power intertwined with a potent sparkle that launched itself toward both the mankey and the little larvitar whom served as his partner. " maw!" the dual-type grinned immediately after before reaching for her snout to sooth its throbbing. [ a c t i v e ] [ queen used fairy wind! ] [ mawile - female - intimidate - lvl 05 - 86% ] [ fairy wind - fake tears - iron head - misty terrain ] [ a c t i v e ] [ phanpy used defense curl! ] [ phanpy - male - - pick up - lvl 04 - 82% ] [ + 1 def ] [ rollout - defense curl - slam - double edge ] | [attr="class","smdlyrics"] [attr="class","mdlyric"] [attr="class","giveitlyric"] |
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Post by Chancelor McQueen on May 11, 2018 3:12:19 GMT -5
All the enraged monkey Pokémon could see red, steam spewing from a suidae akin snout. He swiftly traversed the sand with loud and uneven grunts—speed and agility obviously being a few of the Pokémon's stronger attributes. The searing red eyes of the Mankey were fixated on the Mawile, but shifted over to the blue elephant Pokémon the last possible second. There is no logical reason behind this sudden change of target, the only thing that guided this Mankey was reckless abandon meanwhile both Chancelor and Larvitar had to take all this into account and formulate a strategy around such rush recklessly ' tactics'. " Slam it, g!" Chance called out to the Larvitar who was waddling forward attempting to follow behind the much faster Mankey. The waddling ceased for a second with a stubby leg being brought up and slammed down with all the green tyrants might 1). This display of strength literately caused the sand to split into fissures and travel up towards the opposing Pokémon. A split second pounce on behalf of the raging Mankey made it possible for him to evade second-hand damage from the tremble. This jump, if calculated correctly, would have brought him down upon the blue elephant, landing directly on its back. If quick enough, he would begin pounding the poor defensive Pokémon with all his might like a silver back gorilla—each blow stronger than the last; relinquishing defense for every ounce of strength in those little muscles of his 2). However, the Close Combat wouldn't last long if successful, due to the fact a wind of super effective properties blew the enraged ape off and back over to both the Larvitar and the Trainer that summoned him. Larvitar was able to defend himself from this wind, tightening up his defense similar to how boxers do with raised arms protecting vitals, but even he was taken back by the sheer force of the wind; sliding back a few feet with slightly burning arms. " Y'all good?!" Chance fixed his gaze on the Mankey who was face first in the sand—the Pokémon that sustained the most damage, but it slowly rose; suffering damage but still capable of battle. Chance's gaze darted over to Larvitar next, the little green monster still standing, steadfast as ever, ready to continue like the little Kaiju he was. ✝ tag(s) - ASHLEY LEE . ✝ notes - --- . |
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Post by ASHLEY LEE on May 12, 2018 5:08:40 GMT -5
[attr="class","smdbody"]the damage her pokemon suffered would be beyond significant. the earthquake, coupled with the usage of close combat managed to successfully injure the pair. they were riddled with clumps of sand, bits of earth and fresh bruises as they stumbled backwards upon unsteady legs. queen appeared to have suffered the brunt of the damage, and was harshly panting as she attempted to recover from the potent mixture of agony and fatigue that had been brought about by the earthquake. " m-maw." ash bit her lip, realizing that her companion's weakness had been exploited. additionally, despite such a move effecting the entirety of the field, the mankey had managed to effectively dodge it without suffering from its power. 'they're on their last legs,' she realized. she glanced at the male's pokemon, whom appeared to be better off in comparison. 'i've gotta figure out something or this is going to be a total stomp.' " queen, use iron head on larvitar!" the mawile's hands curled into tight fists, her form growing increasingly rigid as she attempted to gather the remnants of her strength. after releasing a sharp cry, she lunged for the rock-type, intending to strike the small pokemon with her jaw-like appendage. " bishop, use slam on mankey!" the little blue elephant raised his trunk and rushed forward upon small legs. he was surprisingly quick as he moved to wield his lengthy nose as a weapon against the quick-tempered fighting-type. [ a c t i v e ] [ mawile used iron head! ] [ mawile - female - intimidate - lvl 05 - 1% ] [ fairy wind - fake tears - iron head - misty terrain ] [ a c t i v e ] [ phanpy used slam! ] [ phanpy - male - - pick up - lvl 04 - 23% ] [ + 1 def ] [ rollout - defense curl - slam - double edge ] | [attr="class","smdlyrics"] [attr="class","mdlyric"] [attr="class","giveitlyric"] |
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Post by Chancelor McQueen on May 12, 2018 14:56:57 GMT -5
Chancelor already knew the rampant monkey wouldn't listen to any orders, suggestions, or even words for that matter bestowed upon it. Hazel eyes of the Trainer scanned the battlefield with keen precision. Mawile was hurting whereas the Phanpy still had some fuel in the tank. The very same eyes leveled back upon the fuming Mankey using every last ounce of strength within its little body to remain upright, his back turned to the stampeding elephant intent on taking him out of this battle. " Channel it. Use it to strike first, hard, and fast." Chancelor speaks to the little monkey in a hushed tone, reciting a creed from the martial arts school in which he fights under. Mankey swiftly turns around to face the approaching Ground-Type while glancing at his Trainer one time before springing into action—a brief moment of unified partnership. A rare moment of zen for the rampant little guy, he puts himself in a stance taught by Chance and simply awaits for the blue skinned elephant to approach. A regulated heartbeat with flared fuming nostrils, the moment Phanpy entered his range, he retaliated with a brutal chop to the blind spot—murderous intent coating the arm of the pig monkey to give it a dark aura 1). However, fully committing to the attack left him wide open to the brutal slam from the heavy beast. He was trampled, sent flying back and tumbling across the sand like a rag-doll. Mankey was out of the battle, but not before doing an substantial amount of damage and disruption to the opposing team. The green prince of destruction had his own matter to attend to, a grotesque looking jaw heading directly in his direction. " Hit em' with the move we've been practicing." The Trainer airs, gaze shifting back to the toppled and dazed Mankey, recalling him back within his vacant PokéBall. Larvitar understood fully what his Trainer was suggesting. Leaping back with a mighty push of his little legs, Larvitar's little maw opened as wide as it could possibly open. A little dot of pure white energy appeared in the center of his opened wide maw. All the energy flowing through the green Pokémon traveled into that singular point and grew bigger and bigger while becoming brighter and brighter. " Fire!" Chance booms the very moment before the dangerous looking mouths teeth sunk into the hard and rocky flesh of Larvitar. Like a rail gun from a Science Fiction film, a powerful beam of raw energy ejected from Larvitar's mouth aimed directly at the back of Mawile 2). If successful, the extremely powerful blast would pack enough punch to blow the duel-type back and keep Larvitar safe from that brutal maw looking to take a bite out of him. Regardless of if the end results were as successful as intended, a rush of exhaustion would overtake the little green monster and leave him stationary, unable to move until strength was regained. ✝ tag(s) - ASHLEY LEE . ✝ notes - --- . |
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Post by ASHLEY LEE on May 13, 2018 15:48:43 GMT -5
[attr="class","smdbody"]ash grew alarmed, paling slightly and retreating a step as she witnessed the very beginnings of the rock-type's attack. 'is that a hyper beam? shit!' her mawile collapsed, the methaphorical string she had been clinging onto brutally snapped by the raw power of the larvitar's energy-based strike. the fairy released a quiet and mournful noise prior to her fall, before growing silent as her consciousness slipped from her grasp. ash squinted her eyes in response to bearing witness to her pokemon's failure, for such an occasion would be considered the dual-type's very first loss. " mm." ash harshly sucked in a breath, releasing it in the form of a sigh before she promptly recalling her companion. once mawile was secure, she shifted her brown-eyed gaze in the direction of her phanpy. the little blue pokemon was staggering unsteadily upon his legs, a pained settled upon his adorable features as he struggled to distance himself from the mankey's limp form. " p-phan," he murmured. 'bishop can't handle a freakin' larvitar,' she thought. the pokemon's moveset was tailored toward handling foes whom weren't rock-types or steel-types. it made her regret bringing him out, but it was far too late to simply switch him out. she'd simply have to go down in fighting - " - bishop! use rollout!" bishop obeyed to the best of his ability, furling tightly into a ball and spinning at a moderate pace. once enough speed had been acquired, he would thrust himself forward with as much force as he could muster, the ground-type rushing toward the larvitar with intention to slam into it. [ f a i n t e d ]
[ mawile - female - intimidate - lvl 07 - 0% ]
[ fairy wind - fake tears - iron head - misty terrain ]
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[ + 1 from faint ][ a c t i v e ] [ phanpy used rollout [ 1 ] ! ] [ phanpy - male - - pick up - lvl 05 - 14% ] [ + 1 def ] [ rollout - defense curl - slam - double edge ] [ + 1 from mankey ] | [attr="class","smdlyrics"] [attr="class","mdlyric"] [attr="class","giveitlyric"] |
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Post by Chancelor McQueen on May 14, 2018 14:07:09 GMT -5
It was up to Larvitar to bring this victory home—up to the little green prince of mayhem to show true grit; show the true bushido spirit. He stood in place, body unresponsive for the most part, save the little moments he was capable of doing. Both Trainer and Pokémon fixed their eyes upon the remaining Pokémon on the opposing side—the blue elephant on the verge of striking with a retaliation move of its own. Chance had to think fast, there was no way Larvitar had the needed strength to counter or even battle around this upcoming attack. " Horse Stance!" He calls out with a thunderous voice, the duel-type putting itself into the ordered stance. Both watched the Phanpy roll in their direction, hellbent on doing as much possible damage for their fallen comrade. " Arms up!" The Trainer screams right before the moment of contact, the little green duel-type attempting to catch the rolling ball of blue destruction with raw strength and raw strength only. For a moment he did just that, challenging the attack with physical strength alone; an epic back and forth with the Larvitar's firm stance being like an unmovable bulwark. Though, with the lack of energy in his body, the Phanpy quickly gained the advantage—pushing the green Pokémon back within the sand feet at a time. " Now move!" Larvitar withdrew his arms and took the best side step he could possibly take given its current condition. In the middle of this exhausted side step, the Phanpy managed to catch half of Larvitar's body within the roll out—causing the green duel-type to spin a few times from the insane amount of momentum behind the attack. Putting weight on the struck side caused the knee to buckle a little, showing subtle signs of damage to the struck leg. ✝ tag(s) - ASHLEY LEE . ✝ notes - --- . |
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Post by ASHLEY LEE on May 14, 2018 17:42:25 GMT -5
[attr="class","smdbody"]the phanpy unfurled after his brush with the larvitar. the damage that he had inflicted with rollout had been minimal at best, which didn't surprise the pair much at all. the ground-type hadn't been incapable of mustering up the energy needed to properly deliver. the speed of the attack, while impressive, was pitiful by their standards.
'he's weak.'
this much was clear to the young woman, but the intensity of her gaze searched for any signs of surrender. despite bishop's severely battered state, she was aware that he still had energy left to spare. if he proved unwilling to make use of it, the woman wanted to be sure that she take note of the pitiful display. but to her immense pleasure, the phanpy forced himself to remain upright. and those black eyes of his shone with a spirit that caused the corners of her lips to curl and form a broad smile.
"that's my boy," she praised.
the ground-type dipped his head, made an attempt to step forward - and fell to one knee with a pained grimace.
'oh, shit.'
ash's smile would vanish, now replaced with a look of concern. she sucked in yet another breath, thought for a moment, and then shouted a command.
"defense curl, bishop!"
the pokemon did so, curling himself into a tight ball. [ a c t i v e ] [ phanpy used defense curl ! ] [ phanpy - male - - pick up - lvl 05 - 14% ] [ + 2 def ] [ rollout - defense curl - slam - double edge ]
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Post by Chancelor McQueen on May 15, 2018 13:51:08 GMT -5
The female opted for a more defensive approach, huh? Smart—a battle of endurance would be the wisest way to clutch out this intense and rather epic battle. But Larivtar was no pushover by any stretch of the phrase. What he lacked in abilities to enhance, he made it up with natural physique and raw power. Both Pokémon and Trainer have long since abandoned the defensive route and focused primarily on the offensive capability. This is the first time both get to witness the fruit of their labors, and Chancelor hoped the bared fruit would, at the very least, be eatable. " Don't give em' a moment of rest. Shake it up, g." The teenager whispers to the green duel-type. With a little roar befitting for a Pokémon destined for greatness, the needed strength returned to capable muscles. Larvitar roared onward; every once of power his little body could muster went into this next attack. The sand began to tremble, shifting violently from left to right. Suddenly more fissures parted the sand and traveled towards the blue elephant with intent on hitting it with the physical impact of a earthquake 1). Chance knew this battle was swiftly approaching the climax, the Phanpy was in rough condition with his own Pokémon only expanding bursts of energy into attacks he has yet to fully grow into. " We have to end this quickly, bro. We're going all out from this point onward. You got this!" He encourages the tyrant-in-training, a burst of confidence flowing through the destructive duel-type. ✝ tag(s) - ASHLEY LEE . ✝ notes - --- . |
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