Face to face with a Pysduck, there was a clear type disadvantage and advantage between the two Pokémon facing off. Though, the determining factor of this little bout would be who had the biggest heart between the two—and Larvitar had more heart than a Snorlax being rudely awoken from a cat nap. The little green tyrant took a step forward, stood his ground, and roared at the yellow duck. Such a display of heart did nothing to the Pysduck, the Water Type returned the gesture with a roar of its own, bile opening wide and coming to a snapping close.

Larvitar took that as a challenge and dashed forward, stumpy little legs carrying his body forward in a waddle-esque run. He may not have been the swiftest Pokémon, but what he lacked in speed, he made up with power, endurance, and most of all, determination. The Pysduck meant the attack head on with a torrent of water ejecting from the bile, a powerful Water Gun attack that would do a lot of damage to the duel typing of Larvitar. Such an attack wouldn't cease the determination of the little monster—he pressed forward against the watery pressure with stalwart mettle and passion hot enough to turn the cool rush of liquid into steamy vapor.

He roared out in dominance once within striking distance. Hitting the water spewing Water-Type with a powerful sliding shoulder, The Pysduck reeled back; head jerking skyward with water still ejecting wildly. Soaking wet, and now with the advantage, Larvitar leaped forward, grabbed the Water-Type by the neck with a mighty crunch of his little mouth, and began spinning. The strength displayed here was phenomenal, one a fraction of what this Pokémon would be capable of compared to it at its full strength. After a couple of powerful spins, Larvitar tossed the Water-Type back into the sea whence it came—the rolling tide picking up the poor Pysduck and washing it away into the shallow depths of the first body of water. The green menace stood victorious and supreme, another cry from his mouth—a call beckoning any other Pokémon to heed his issued challenge.

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"How ya' feelin', boss?" Chance asks the soaking wet Pokémon. He approaches Larvitar with a Potion in hand, shaking the bottle a couple of good times before spraying it upon the little stubby body of the dual-type Pokémon. Little red eyes look up at Chancelor, the intense pain being soothed the longer he sprayed. "I get it, you're a badass. Let the world know with your mighty little roar. Though you ain't invincible, g. You gotta' learn how to pick your fights and how to approach them." He takes off his button-up beach shirt and uses it as a makeshift towel, using it to dry Larvitar to the best of his ability. From above a Pokémon called out with a cry, circling them like some kind of bird of prey. Chance turned his gaze skyward and saw the circling Flying-Type; the furthest thing from a bird of prey; a poser if anything. The Trainer sucked his lip in mild annoyance. take care of that poser, will ya'?" He says with his trademark winning smile, putting nothing but faith, confidence, and brotherly love within the little prince of destruction.

Larvitar nodded in obedience, talking a few waddles forward and watching the flight path of the Flying-Type. More cries from the flying Pokémon, it almost seemed like he was accepting the previous challenge issued by the Larvitar from earlier. Slowly, Larvitar bent down, placed both stubby arms within the sand, and quickly flung up sandy stones that rocketed skyward in a large area. The Flying-Type panicked, unsuspecting of the attack being thrown directly at it in its very predictable flight pattern. One by one the rocks hit, doing critical damage to the Pokémon and sending it crashing down to the sand below. With dazed eyes, Larvitar picked up the Pokémon within its mouth and tossed it into the sea similar to how he did the duck from earlier. Chancelor couldn't help but laugh at the sight, secretly hoping the bird could fly lest that be a very horrible way to depart from the world. "C'mon, g. Lets go. You did good tonight, bro."

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Once turned away from the beach—a few meters away near the top of where the sand began. Chancelor and the little green prince of destruction laid eyes upon a Poliwag, wiggling in a hypnotic manner; the black and white swirl within the center of the chest rotating clockwise. Chance cocked a brow, confusion riddling his face for only the briefest of moments. He realized what was going on—the little tadpole going for what seemed like a preemptive Hypnosis attack. "Naah, g. Don't look!" The Trainer quickly jumps in front of the Pokémon, his entire body blocking the field of view of the Larvitar. Truthfully, Chance intervened just in time, Larvitar was mere seconds for falling into a deep trance and being unable to continue battling until snapped out of it. The little green tyrant shook his head, fuming and enraged by what he deemed as an 'underhanded' tactic. "Pop's had a Poliwrath, remember?" He chuckles, remembering the fond memories of training with the powerful and sagacious duel-type. "We have to catch this one, you ready, g?" Chancelor steps out from in front of the Larvitar, crimson hues burning with passion and determination. He roars, signifying this would be one battle he wouldn't lose no matter what.

The tadpole Pokémon narrowed his own gaze, body still wiggling, showing it too was ready for a brawl. Larvitar, now with knoweldge and experience of Water-Types. He knew he couldn't afford to take too many water attacks, they simply did too much damage to him. He needed to be on his toes and address the situation accordingly—two things he intended on doing this go around. He wasted no time and charged at the Water-Type, little stubby legs being pushed to their absolute limits as he traversed the sand with all his might. Poliwag sprung into action, crying one time before a steady of stream of water ejected from its little mouth. Prepared for such an action, Larvitar leaped forward and landed upon the sand bed, a tremor of epic proportions rumbling the makeshift arena. The sudden tremble caused the Water-Type to lose footing which in turn screwed with the accuracy and aim of the attack. This allowed Larvitar to bob and weave through the jets of water, utilizing the dojo training it obtained over the years of being with Chancelor and the McQueen family.

"That's my boy! Now chomp em' something good!" The Trainer ordered, directly behind the Pokémon—extremely proud of the tactics being used to close the gap all while maintaining the offensive and defensive advantage. Once within the needed rang, the Poliwag retaliated with quick tail slaps, a sequence of heavy hits. This was now a close quarters combat brawl—each Pokémon evading respective physical moves and counter attacking with their own. For every four slaps landed by the Poliwag, a brutal tackle or bite would be landed by the little green menace. After a three minute physical exchange, Poliwag began to show signs of physical exhaustion; the slaps quickly losing not only speed, but also strength. It got to the point where Larvitar was capable of shrugging off the blows and counter fully. One finally bite was all it took—a brutal crunch that resulted in the poor Water-Type being dragged and slammed against the sand rapidly.

Chancelor knew this was the end of the battle and swiftly prepared a vacant ball. "Toss em'!" He shouts, Larvitar doing just that—tossing the dazed and defeated Water-Type high into the night sky. Chance throw the ball at the apex of the toss, the PokéBall slamming into the Poliwag, containing it within the ball, and landing within the sand; rolling down a little dip in the sand before coming to a wobbly halt. The moment of truth, would the efforts of their labor bare fruit, or remain dry for yet another metaphorical season?

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