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Post by Birdybot on Sept 30, 2009 22:50:16 GMT -5
The judge stood ready, beside the centre of the battlefield. A strong Arcanine was at her side, ready to sort things out if it went wrong. She waved a flag and blew a whistle. "Let the battle commence!" she called.
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Post by Ichigo on Sept 30, 2009 23:09:13 GMT -5
Mizuki had a feeling that this was going to be an interesting match. She just hoped this guy Alexander would put up a good fight. She didn't want to get involved in any boring battles. Her tail twitched as she released Sneasel. Sneasel moved to her position on the battlefield, her claws at the ready. "Are you ready? Then let's begin," she decided.
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Post by Klomonx on Oct 3, 2009 19:47:12 GMT -5
Alexander smiled, ready to see how this battle would go, already growing excited and ready for the heat of battle. He hoped it would be a challeging one. Alexander released Thistle, his Sneasel. He was rather surprised to see he was pitted against a Sneasel; while Thistle seemed to think nothing of it, and walked out to her spot, crossing her claws over eachother and then slashing them over eachother, as if to sharpen them. Alexander chuckled, "My pleasure." His Skarmory Daemon stood next to him, watching the battle with her piercing yellow eyes, as Alexander called out; "Thistle-lets start off with Metal Claw!" Thistle quickly ran forward, her claws ready to scratch into her foe-who happened to be another Sneasel.
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Post by Ichigo on Oct 4, 2009 10:53:47 GMT -5
"Use Agility to dodge," Mizuki ordered. Sneasel pushed off the ground, running to the left. If that attack connected, she'd be in trouble. "Counter with Metal Claw." Since Metal Claw was a Steel-type attack, and Sneasel was partially an Ice-type, the attack would be extra strong. All she needed to do was make sure that her opponent got hit and she didn't.
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Post by Klomonx on Oct 4, 2009 17:19:54 GMT -5
Thistle slid when her Metal Claw missed, and she turned to watch the other Sneasel come at her with the Metal Claw of her own. Alexander quickly called out, "Thistle, withstand it! Then hit it back with another Metal Claw!" The Metal Claw hit Thistle directly, and she stumbled back in pain, it had surely lived up to its advantage on her type. None-the-less, however, Thistle stood up and ignored the pain which it had caused her, running at the other Sneasel to deal her a Metal Claw that would hopefully hit.
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Post by Ichigo on Oct 7, 2009 22:19:56 GMT -5
"Damn," Mizuki hissed as it connected. Sneasel was knocked back a bit, but she got back up. "Use Screech, then Metal Claw again," she decided.
Sneasel let out a loud, piercing scream before running in with her glowing claws. With her speed heightened by the previous Agility, she was ready to strike hard.
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Post by Klomonx on Oct 9, 2009 17:00:08 GMT -5
((OOC:Done))
Alexander grunted when the Screech was sent out, knowing that his chances of winning this battle had become even less likely than they had before. He watched as Thistle's ears flicked at the screech, and watched as she came out of it-only to be hit but the Metal Claw. Thistle was knocked back, and almost fell, but one of her claws dragged against the ground, holding her up. Thistle stood, however tiring fairly quickly. Alexander knew he would have to decide, and decide fast. "Thistle! Lets give it all you can do, alright?" Thistle nodded, standing up to her full height. "Use Taunt; then follow it up with Metal Claw." Thistle nodded and used Taunt, and she prepared to use Metal Claw; her claws glowing as she ran toward the other Sneasel.
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Post by Ichigo on Oct 10, 2009 19:35:37 GMT -5
"Why, you little..." Sneasel growled, falling for the taunt. She didn't usually lose her temper, but Taunt was an exception.
"Focus. Jump and use Metal Claw," Mizuki ordered calmly. She knew that Agility and Screech would be useless in this situation, so she'd have to rely on other tactics. Sneasel jumped straight up, bringing her glowing claws down.
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Post by Klomonx on Oct 12, 2009 18:51:31 GMT -5
Thistle could not help to smile when the other Sneasel seemed to grow angered at her move. Of course, she knew that now everything was based on speed; which the other Sneasel had more than she did. Alexander quickly thought of a plan, "Thistle, use Metal Claw at the same moment the other Sneasel does, to shield yourself." Thistle nodded, and just when the other Sneasel's Metal Claw was about to hit, Thistle quickly hid herself behind her own. However, Thistle still took some damage from the hit-something that would be expected. But would the same happen to the other Sneasel?
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Post by Ichigo on Oct 13, 2009 18:13:03 GMT -5
Sneasel took some damage as well as she was pushed back. A clever strategy, Mizuki thought. But she had quite an advantage at this point; heightened speed and a higher defence. Screech sure was a useful attack. She then decided to change her tactics.
"Use Quick Attack," she decided. Sneasel landed after the previous attack and pushed off, moving as fast as she could. Speed was of the essence here.
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Post by Klomonx on Oct 15, 2009 17:03:26 GMT -5
Alexander watched as the other Sneasel quickly launched her Quick Attack. Alexander knew the chances of dodging the attack were hard, but he also knew he could make his chances of dodging better if the other Sneasel's speed was reduced. "Thistle, use Icy Wind, go!" Thistle acted quickly producing the Icy Wind, even through the Quick Attack made contact soon after. Thistle staggered but kept herself from falling. ~"I'm not..not going down that easily."~ Thistle was showing signs of struggling. Alexander's Daemon, Masquerade, tried to warn him of this, but he simply ignored her. "Thistle, follow Icy Wind up with a Screech!"
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Post by Ichigo on Oct 15, 2009 21:04:19 GMT -5
Sneasel wasn't injured too badly by the Icy Wind, but she felt herself slow down a bit. Icy Wind was naturally a weak attack, and the fact that she herself was an Ice-type didn't help it. She had to cover her ears as the Screech connected. Luckily, she'd managed to get more hits in earlier.
"It's good that you're not done yet. Mizuki hates being bored with weak opponents," she answered.
"Sneasel, use Metal Claw one more time," Mizuki ordered. Sneasel dashed in again, claws glowing.
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Post by Klomonx on Oct 16, 2009 22:01:43 GMT -5
Thistle smirked despite the fact her chances of winning seemed to grow dimmer with each passing turn. When the Metal Claw was set out again, the other Sneasel had grown to be about the same speed as Thistle was; or at least around the same. Thistle had a better chance of dodging it at least, and against his better judgment, Alexander told her to do so, "Thistle, dodge it! Then hit it with Metal Claw." Thistle slid to the side, just barely escaping the Metal Claw. Her claws then glowed as she went to attack the other Sneasel.
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Post by Ichigo on Oct 16, 2009 22:07:32 GMT -5
Mizuki had been watching her opponent carefully. This would be easy if her timing was just right. However, one second too fast or too slow would throw her off and possibly steal away her victory. She couldn't have that.
Taking a move from her opponent, she smirked as she gave the next order. "Use Metal Claw to block."
Sneasel's glowing claws aimed for her opponent. But she knew, just like when her opponent had done it, some damage had been rebounded. She'd take a bit of damage, but so would her foe.
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Post by Klomonx on Oct 16, 2009 22:13:22 GMT -5
Alexander tensed when he saw his strategy being used against him. The rebound was sent both ways; Thistle was knocked back, and now was doing her best to hang on. Alexander seemed to ignore that though, as long as Thistle was able to stand she was going to fight. "Thistle, c'mon! Give it all you have, send out one last Screech and back it up with Metal Claw again!" Thistle nodded and quickly responded, not wanting to fail her trainer, but also determined to win. She just had too, as Alexander wasn't the nicest when a Pokemon lost. However there was pride involved as well, Thistle couldn't just let this other Sneasel win, with what seemed like no more than a scratch.
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