Contest Battle: Mir vs. Blaine

[The Crash Man Ω]

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Mir vs. Blaine

[blaine]

It would seem that Blaine has done the unthinkable. Beyond all odds, a first time contest entry has made it to the semifinals of the Olympic pokemon contest. You would think that he would be booted on the first round due to his lack of contest experience, but it seems his crazy mind has granted him luck and he has barreled through.

He was now in a part of the contests that he was more excited about. Blaine was a master in the art of battle, and he also considered himself to be fairly creative. When he learned that these "contest battles" required one to battle creatively, well he was just giddier than a...happy thing.

As he stood in the massive teal colored arena, surrounded by millions of contest junkies, Blaine wondered if he stood a chance. Whoever his opponent was, they must have been pretty good to have made it this far. Blaine could be considered a confident person, but as he went further into these contests his confidence waned. What if he wasn't good enough? What if his pokemon's attacks didn't impress the judges? The stakes were high, would Blaine be able to get through it?

Meh who knows, frankly he could care less in the end. Despite his worrying, Blaine still had to remember that this was all for fun. There was no need to stress, no one would care either way. With that in mind, Blaine stood proudly next to his Magmortar Surya. He wasn't the prettiest of pokemon, but his elegance and poise was unmatched. There was a reason he kept this snooty bill-nosed pokemon for later.

Blaine looked upon his opponent, a young woman who appeared much more experienced than Blaine. The old man smiled kindly as a fanfare boomed from nearby, indicating the beginning of the battle. Surya stepped forward, stomping onto the main arena with a gleam of overconfidence. Blaine did not show such confidence, but he still seemed happy. When the fanfare stopped, Blaine smiled and yelled to his opponent, "As I am a gentleman, I request you make the first move, missy." Surya looked to the opponent's pokemon, and cackled lowly. He waved one of his hollow arms in a taunting fashion and waited for the first stone to be thrown.

[mir]

The thumb of her long, plastic-coated nail scrapped on the Leafeon’s ball. It was a warning to behave this time around, to follow her will flawlessly. Across from the elderly gentleman of Kanto, Miryo stood representing the thick, Northwestern Johto mountains. The Kimono Girl released the Pokeball in front of her, and her breath was a diver’s. The unappreciated Leafeon stepped forth with reluctance. Its withered vegetative ears were a brighter shade of green, revitalized with a special and very expensive vitamin. The two impish ears shifted, testing healthy springiness under the stinging heat of the stage lights.

Where could it run off too? The barricades that lifted up into the audience were too tall for it to escape. Its eyes darted back to the flames of its opponent. Perhaps the greater of two evils? Behind its back, Miryo hid her face behind her fan, for it was fill with disgust. A fire type would ruin her aromatic grass types. She did not mind seeing her Leafeon injured for it irritated her beyond measure. Perhaps this bout would shock some sense into its dark and dreary persona.

The Magmortar was painted in a masculine tattoo of fires, the creature a fierce dragon’s belly. The Leafeon silently glared up at the hot troll.

”Very well,” Miryo politely obliged. Just above the rim of the fan, her eyes danced like the Leafeon’s at the military grade flames. ”Grasswhistle, as I taught you,” she commanded.

The Leafeon sat down and pressed its cellulose lips together. An ocarina tune swallowed the stadium the way the sun fills the sand up with the most comfortable heat. The song was sad and sleepy. It twisted in the air as the smoke puffs off the pipe drooping from Rip van Wrinkle’s mouth. It was the song of a caged bird: sweet, well-practiced, and yet, hollow.

[blaine]

Surya was under the impression that he had this battle in the bag. After all, he was up against a Leafeon, and as far as he knew grass pokemon didn’t match very well with burly fire types like him. However, underestimating an opponent was always one of Surya’s weaknesses, so when he heard the soothing whistle from his opponent you can only imagine how quickly that smug smile of his disappeared.

He didn’t like noise attacks, every time he fought someone who used noises he always ended up either asleep or confused, and that seemed to erase any sort of elegance or menace he attempted to create. He would not allow this attack to get the better of him, the mighty Magmortar attempted to cover his ears, but his gun like arms just didn’t do the job right. As the song went on, Surya felt himself getting tired, which caused him to panic, which caused him to lift his nose up and let out a blood curdling Screech to drown out the whistle.


The Screech did its job well, and Surya could no longer hear the whistle. His awareness grew as he slowly came back to his senses, and when he felt rejuvenated he ceased his screech and glared at his opponent. The screech had ended several seconds after the time the grasswhistle had ended, and the fact that it was simply loud and frightening caused some audience members to stir. It was time to win back their attention. Surya glanced at his master and Blaine, who seemed calm despite the first moves being sound based, said, “Let’s try the Wing It route.” Surya nodded and cackled as he lifted his arms toward the Leafeon.

With a loud grunt, he pushed one arm outward and let loose a bright, fast moving orb toward the opponent. If it managed to hit, this Confuse Ray would surely put Surya’s opponent in a bind as well as impress the audience with its natural flashy (no pun intended) beauty. Quickly after the confuse ray was shot, Surya spun in place a few times before stopping and aiming both of his arms forward. From one hand he shot Flamethrower while from the other he fired a large dose of Thunderbolt. Seems simple enough, except the two arms were right next to each other, causing the two attacks to blend into a strange Electric Fire hybrid. The blast zoomed forward, crackling as it changed colors and crackled lightly. Blaine and Surya smiled in unison, hoping that the beautiful sight would both impress the judges and put a quick end to his opponent.

[mir]

Miryo cringed behind her fan at the ugly and inelegant screech. Snapping it shut, she became more serious. She was dancing with fire, today. Her Leafeon's song must not have been execute properly, and she bit her lip frustrated.

In counter, the Magmortar's glowing white orb zoomed across the field like a ghost, swallowing her little Leafeon. The Grasswhistle ended in a squeak as she stumbled about the stage.

"Magical Leaf, shield yourself," she commanded, rushing and losing her composure. The uneasiness was setting in - her insecurity that came with battling. "Hurry, hurry, before it hits you!" The Flamethrower and Thunderbolt combination hurtled towards her vulnerable grass type. As it tottered about dazed and wobbly, curious leaves of many shimmering colors began to spin like flies around the Leafeon. In a moment, they collected around her Pokemon, orbiting as more and more appeared, and then, they were shot out. At first, they were shot off kilter, too far to the left, but like a boomerang, the flock of queer leaves spun and slammed into the opponent's beam. Like a cloud of butterflies, the shoved themselves in front of Lady Igarashi's Leafeon, rustling like the branches of a great tree. The flames engulfed the spinning leaves, which burned, sizzled, and popped in splendid aurora of colors. Burning, they smelled like the fiercest Cinnamon. It is lucky that magical leaf never misses its target, despite the owner's daze.

However, the clump of leaves was not enough to fend off the sheer might of the attack. The Leafeon burst into a Quick Attack on its own accord, charging into the flames, its paws glowing with a beautiful light. Shaking off the last of its confusion, it leap up into the heat of the blast, taking the damage severely, it burst out above, its green skin charred black, and the tips of its ears burning - oh the pain - but it was desperate now. Miryo watched it horrified.

The torching had lit its ears and tail on fire, its green skin an unhealthy, crisp black, but maybe now, it was finally that Umbreon it had always wanted to become. Beauty is pain, no? The eevee-lution, black as charred coal, aimed, leaping through the air with the last of its strength, the momentum of its tiny body into the Magmortar's pot-belly gut.

[blaine]

A devious smile formed on Surya’s face for a moment as he saw his opponent dive into his attack. I say a moment because seconds later said opponent jumped right out again, charred and ghastly. Surya’s eyes widened as his opponent suddenly changed directions and aimed itself at his large body. He did not have time to disconnect his attack and jump out of the way before the burned leafeon slammed into his belly.

Surya yelled out and stumbled several feet back thanks to the impact. He bent over and held his portly figure as he tried to catch his breath. Soon enough he lifted his head, a look of anger stretched across his face. The Magmortar soon regained his posture and waved his right arm in a taunting motion, showing that he was still ready to fight.

The quick attack took him by surprise for sure, but a quick slam into his belly wouldn’t quite take this fire tank down. Surya pointed his right arm forward, and from it sprang another Flamethrower aimed at his opponent. This one should have been easily dodged though as he quickly swung the torrent of flames over and began spinning. The flames followed him as he spun, making it appear like he was dancing with a giant fiery hula-hoop. The flames seemed to make an odd shaped cone around his lower body as the beast spun faster and faster. After a while, in one quick motion, Surya’s flaming form suddenly rushed toward the leafeon in an attempt to ram it. Blaine called this “The poor man’s Flame Charge.”

Surya spun around for some time, trying desperately to consume the Leafeon with his flames. After about six attempted slams, Surya ceased his spinning and briefly swayed back and forth in a dizzy fashion. However, just like the hit from the quick attack, Surya recovered quickly and began hopping toward the Leafeon while humming to himself. After a few hops, he flung his arm forward and shot a quick burst of Thunderbolt. He did this maneuver twice more before planting both feet on the ground and firing a quick Confuse Ray which was followed by a few twirls and a bow toward the audience as a mixture of colorful flashes were displayed behind him. With that, Surya began humming and tiptoeing around the stage, performing a somewhat silly ballet in an attempt to both taunt the opponent and keep his distance from it.

[ADMINISTRATION]

VICTOR: BLAINE

well done sir and you too, lady