Contest Battle: Angel vs. Halinor

[The Crash Man Ω]

SEMIFINALS

Angel vs. Halinor

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[classy=wordshit]WORDS pfft i can't count[/classy]	[classy=tagshit]TAGS king/angel bro[/classy]	[classy=noteshit]NOTES? 'bout time i got this up[/style]

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leave it all behind

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[style=padding: 10px; opacity: 1.0; color: 000000; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify]angel stood in the shadows of backstage, before taking a deep breath and stepping out. he smiled a little when he saw that his opponent was a woman, and looked very gentle. he took his stance at the other side of the battlefield, pulling a pokeball out of his pocket. throughout the contest, he'd begun to gain confidence. despite this, he still wanted to run into judas's arms and never leave the safety of his home. angel shed is coat, standing instead in the formalwear he'd been given. a crisp, black collared shirt with black slacks, fitting enough for his image.

she was talking to him. angel's throat closed up, swallowing hard. he didn't respond, instead throwing out his pokeball. mattina jumped into the air from it, somersaulting midair before landing light on her feet. she looked confident, knowing she was capable of holding her own against the jumpluff.

he had no time to return the good luck, the other immediately jumping into battle. clearing his throat, angel pulled out the first command. "psychic." his voice carried throughout the stage, the first time he'd spoken since beginning the contest. it was velvety smooth, deep and almost musical. mattina ducked her head, the gem on her forehead glowing a brilliant scarlett. a blue glow surrounded the balls of cotten, condensing into smaller balls before exploding.

the second command. "swift." he called out. the espeon instantly looked up, mouth opening. brilliant white stars rocketed through the air, leaving a light blue light trail behind them. they spiralled around the stage at first, before locking onto their target. mattina didn't relent, stars still flowing out of her mouth as they shot straight for the jumpluff now.

angel's pitch black eyes were focused on the other pokemon, watching it for a defense move. mattina had been with him for a long time, and was efficient with silent commands. the psychic type could easily read his thoughts, and so angel reverted back into silent commands. "if the jumpluff returns back with an attack, use psychic to stop it in its tracks." the espeon nodded imperceptibly, sharp eyes watching carefully for the jumpluff.

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words idunno
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[henri3]

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[classy=wordshit]WORDS pfft i can't count[/classy]	[classy=tagshit]TAGS king/angel bro[/classy]	[classy=noteshit]NOTES? what notes?[/style]

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[style=padding: 10px; opacity: 1.0; color: 000000; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify]the giga drain wasn't something angel was expecting. he had watched the jumpluff being knocked around by the swift, carefully observing. When three beams shot out, angelo was instantly sending a command silently to mattina. "dodge it!" the espeon jumped to the side, light on her feet. she broke her fall with a roll, and then instantly getting to her feet.

"put some distance between the two of you, and use wish for later." angel was completely alert, knowing that the safety of his espeon was his primary concern. winning didn't matter, as long as his friend would be okay. mattina darted backwards some number of metres, before whirling around. her lithe body arched, looking up at the ceiling as she did. from the blue jewel on her forehead, a small star shape hurtled into the air, straight up. a trail of stardust fell as it did, twinkling and sparkling under the strong stage lights.

now, angel knew it was time for a counter attack. "now, psychic." he looked up to see halinor, curious. she had seemed distressed when she'd seen the jumpluff being hit by the swift attack, and even now seemed concerned. however, there was a coating of determination, which angel had to smile at.

mattina bent forward slightly, eyes and jewel glowing slightly. a faint blue glow surrounded the lavender body. she was glaring right at the jumpluff, focusing. rather than a physical attack, there would be a mental one. psychic was the most powerful psychic type move, sending a mental force straight at the target. her tail waved through the air, preparing. although she had a gentle nature, unlike her trainer, she wasn't hesitant to attack.

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[henri3]

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[classy=wordshit]WORDS pfft i can't count[/classy]	[classy=tagshit]TAGS king/angel bro[/classy]	[classy=noteshit]I have no idea what to do with psychic, so that's all up to you c:[/style]

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[ADMINISTRATION]

VICTOR: ANGEL

well done to both of you!