Battle Semifinals: Lily vs. Mitch

[The Crash Man Ω]

SEMIFINALS

Lily vs. Mitch

[Lily]

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[cs=2][style= font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; font-size: 7px; padding: 2px; letter-spacing: 1px]like fragile tiny shells, drifting in the foam. little soldier boy , come marching home, brave soldier boy comes marching home. those leaves did grow from branches overgrown, resting on the loam.[/style]
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,110][atrb=style, padding: 5px] [style= font-family: arial; text-align: justify; margin-right: 5px; font-size: 9px]TAGS Mitch COUNT Seriously? NOTES Hi?[/style]	[style= font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px]Semi finals. Wow. Lily blinked, unable to contain her excitement. If only her parents could see her now! In their face, thinking just because she's a girl and not as genius as her brother she can;t go as far as him. What is this, then? She looked at the crowd, wondering if Darst is watching. Is Augustus here as well? Her Altaria chirped beside her. The last battle ended abruptly because her opponent didn't show up. That sucks, she suppose. "No matter what, Ki, we should win this!" The Altaria chirped agreeably, wanting to win as well. If it makes Lily laugh and smiles this much, then it must be worth battling for, right? Lily turn to face her opponent. She curtsied and offered a brilliant smile as a greeting. "Now Ki, let's start this off with a sky attack," Lily commanded, voice turning serious. [/style]
[cs=2][style= font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; font-size: 7px; padding: 2px; letter-spacing: 1px]little soldier boy, taken from home. forced to fight a war that's not his own. leaves from the vine, falling so slow, like fragile tiny shells drifting in the foam. little soldier boy says "carry me home".[/style]
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[mitchhiggins]

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"Hm."

[/size] Despite curtsying and smiling radiantly, the only thing Mitch gave to his opponent was a disinterested grunt.

To most, Mitch would prove the picture of apathy. His gaze, hidden behind greasy yellow bangs, was lazily focused on the battlefield. He didn't wave nor smile at the crowd, and at times seemed more interested at scratching his ass than acknowledging his opponent. However, there was a tiny, smug grin on his face, hinting at how cocky he was starting to feel. After all, he had defeated the hero of the wastelands and a member of the battle frontier. With his latest opponent being "some girl," he just knew he could take her on.

His Emboar was more dynamic, cheerfully waving to the crowds and scoping out his opponent for the day. An Altaria: while he was convinced he could take the bird on, Mitch had other ideas. "Bird? Dun' think so. Pig King, git back." The flash of a Pokeball signaled that Pig King had left the building, and in his place was a large, two-toned dragon. "Drago's got this'un."

The first attack was something called a sky attack. Mitch didn't know what the heck it did, but he knew that Altaria was starting to glow quite a bit. "Dun let it finish . . . whatever the heck its doin'. Knock't outta the sky!" A grin spread across Drago's face as he leaped up, trying to meet the Altaria's level.

The dragon's wings flapped open as he took to the skies, allowing him to catch the air and attack before falling. Once he was near enough to the Altaria he let out a savage spin, aiming a crippling Dragon Tail right at the cloudy bird's wing. As a rather carnivorous Pokemon, it made perfect sense to the Druddigon that a grounded bird was a weak one.

Mitch himself let out a small smirk at this plan. Drago was stubborn and unruly, but he sure knew how to make a strike. He simply sat back and watched, hoping to soon hear the sweet sound of tail hitting wing. After all that They had taught him, it was music to his ears.

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[Lily]

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[cs=2][style= font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; font-size: 7px; padding: 2px; letter-spacing: 1px]like fragile tiny shells, drifting in the foam. little soldier boy , come marching home, brave soldier boy comes marching home. those leaves did grow from branches overgrown, resting on the loam.[/style]
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,110][atrb=style, padding: 5px] [style= font-family: arial; text-align: justify; margin-right: 5px; font-size: 9px]TAGS Mitch / Crash COUNT Seriously? NOTES Ah, it's been some time since I last make Lily spew out insults Albeit they suck,I know[/style]	[style= font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px]Well, that's annoying. The young woman narrowed her eyes. She never liked this kind of people, and for once in this whole tournament, Lily felt like crushing her opponent to pieces, just to get rid of that bored look on his face. Even Platinum was polite enough to greet back. Who did this no good, snorlax rivaling smart ass think he is? "Ki, avoid," Lily's command was snappy, but even before that command came out Kiara was smart enough to try and avoid. After all, the Altaria did not want to lose so early, nor did she want to risk her life like that. The Dragon Tail interrupted Kiara's Sky Attack. The dragon bird Pokemon had to break her own concentration in order to avoid, and the Dragon Tail did graze her wing, albeit not by much, thank goodness. Look like the sacrifice of the Sky Attack is worth it after all. "Ki, sing it to sleep!" Kiara opened her mouth and hummed a sweet melody, notes quivering slightly because of the adrenaline, but beautiful nonetheless. As a defense mechanism, The Altaria flew up to the air and aimed a Dragon Pulse to Drago. [/style]
[cs=2][style= font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; font-size: 7px; padding: 2px; letter-spacing: 1px]little soldier boy, taken from home. forced to fight a war that's not his own. leaves from the vine, falling so slow, like fragile tiny shells drifting in the foam. little soldier boy says "carry me home".[/style]
[cs=2] [style=font-family: georgia; text-align: left; font-size: 30px; color: #0B486B; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center]sleeping soldier boy is carried home[/style][style= width: 350px; height: 5px; background-color: #79BD9A; border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px][/style]
[cs=2][style= width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial]coded by JIN[/style]

[mitchhiggins]

I'M THE KING OF THE PIGS!

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"Don' fall for't!"

[/size] Mitch's order was loud and clear, but the gargoyle-dragon's fortitude was lacking. His eyes began to shut as he pawed at the Altaria's leg, missing horribly and slowly plummeting to the ground. Fortunately, due to his wings already being unfurled, he entered a clumsy corkscrew instead of a flailing freefall. Mitch let out an indignant snort, obviously annoyed, before his eyes sparked. He had a plan.

Raising a pair of fingers to his face, the boy let out a sharp, high-pitched whistle. Another bit of combat genius They taught him, in case he and his companions were out of Awakenings on the battlefield. The whistle rang clearly into the Druddigon's ears, high pitch striking his brain, and with a snap his eyes opened. He looked around in an attempt to regain his bearings only to notice a massive ball of blue light rocketing at him. In a panic he beat his wings, barely sliding to the left of the Dragon Pulse.

"Goo'boy. Now git on th'wall an' make us a show!!" Drago nodded, claws glowing as he rushed the arena wall. He scrambled up the wall small wall, as if scaling a cliff, and quickly leaped at the adjacent wall. From one end of the arena to the other he constantly pinballed back and forth, hoping to confuse the Altaria flying above him. After a few bounces, however, it was time to strike.

He leaped into the air, hands clasped together as a few flaps of his wings sent him higher and higher. His fists were as hard and worn as a rocky crag, as Lily's Altaria would hopefully learn. Aiming a brutal, dizzying strike to the bird's tiny head, he smashed both fists down in a brutal finish to his Rock Climb.

Mitch pumped a fist, smirking slightly. The hit wouldn't be a game-ender, but it'd certainly pack one hell of a punch.

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made by kat

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[Lily]

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[cs=2] [/style][style=font-family: georgia; text-align: left; font-size: 30px; color: #0B486B; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center]leaves from the vine, falling so slow
[cs=2] like fragile tiny shells, drifting in the foam. little soldier boy , come marching home, brave soldier boy comes marching home. those leaves did grow from branches overgrown, resting on the loam.
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,110][atrb=style, padding: 5px] TAGS Mitch / Crash COUNT Seriously? NOTES ...	Well, that's somewhat unfair, isn't it? The whistle broke the sleep spell, but the Dragon Pulse hit. In the other hand, the next attack is brutal. "Ki, meteor!" Kiara was being confused by the Rock Climb. Thank goodness the order came, at least the jolly bird can figure out what to do next. It might have been a little too late or just right in time, it all depends on how you see it, really. The very moment Drago launches of the wall to slam his claws sown at Kiara, the same moment the Altaria finished summoning her Draco Meteor. As result, multiple rocks fueled with dragon energy rained down on both of them, seemingly burying the two Pokemon, not letting either trainers see whether the Rock Climb hit or not. Dust filled the arena. Lily panicked inwardly. Oh goodness, how's Kiara? Did she survive? When the dust cleared, only a pile of rocks is left in the middle of the field. A few rumbles, and the Altaria struggled out of the rocks. Kiara wasn't in a very good shape. Hit by her own meteor and the Rock Climb had got her on her chest, ironically saved when the rock hit her backwards. The Altaria has injuries all over her body, but with a flap of her wings, she took off to the air again. In her mouth, she prepared a Dragon Pulse, just in case.
[cs=2] little soldier boy, taken from home. forced to fight a war that's not his own. leaves from the vine, falling so slow, like fragile tiny shells drifting in the foam. little soldier boy says "carry me home".
[cs=2] sleeping soldier boy is carried home [/style]
[cs=2][style= width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial]coded by JIN

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[mitchhiggins]

I'M THE KING OF THE PIGS!

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". . . Shit."

[/size] Mitch's jaw dropped as he noticed the massive meteor tumbling on both dragons. The roar of the flames and smashing of the rocks made it hard for any other noise to be heard, but the boy could still be seen belting out some sort of order. "Ch-p -way!" Whether Drago heard or not was unsure, as everything seemed to be drowned out in the furious rumble of battle. Soon the battlefield was buried in rocks, and everything was still.

The bird stirred first, but Mitch didn't lose resolve. Instead, his gape changed into a smirk. Slowly a small bit of smug laughter rumbled from his throat as he looked at the rock-covered battlefield. "Goo'job, Drago. NOW!" For a little while the rocks seemed to stir, moving slightly as if there was a creature burrowing underneath them. With each bit of motion Mitch's smirk grew wider and wider, as the quaking of rocks finally stopped.

From right underneath the Altaria, the Druddigon leaped into the air, a purple glow revealing his Night Slash.

The boy snorted, looking at his Pokemon proudly. It responded just as he had planned, smashing as many incoming rocks as possible with Chip Away. Even though he was still buried by their numbers, the strike and his rock-solid scales left him better off than the Altaria for sure. From there, it was simply a matter of lying low and attacking from where he was least expected.

The purple-tinted claws lashed outwards at the bird's underbelly, a maniacal grin on the Druddigon's face. He was the predator, the Altaria was pray, and he had forced it into a corner. It was time to end this little game.

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made by kat

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[Lily]

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[cs=2] [/style][style=font-family: georgia; text-align: left; font-size: 30px; color: #0B486B; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center]leaves from the vine, falling so slow
[cs=2] like fragile tiny shells, drifting in the foam. little soldier boy , come marching home, brave soldier boy comes marching home. those leaves did grow from branches overgrown, resting on the loam.
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,110][atrb=style, padding: 5px] TAGS Mitch / Crash COUNT Seriously? NOTES Probably one more round of brutal attacks and Lily gives up, huh	Any Pokemon getting attacked at the direction of their weak point would panic. Thus, Kiara panicked As soon as Drago came out of the rocks to attack with Night Slash, Kiara lose focus at the sudden motion, firing the Dragon Pulse. She tried to scurry backwards as fast as possible, but it didn't work as well as he first avoid. The Night Slash created a large gash on her belly, blood oozing out like some morbid Halloween decoration. Oh. Oh. Lily's eyes were wide. "Ki, be careful!" she barked out, "Dragon Pulse again!" Her hands were clenched by her side. While Lily wasn't the type of trainer that would panic straight away when their Pokemon got hurt, she couldn't deny the fact that Kiara is very outmatched in this match, and that if this continues, the Altaria might just die. The trainer prepared herself to yell at the judge to stop the match if things gets worse in the next few seconds. Kiara struggled to get higher, to avoid Drago, firing another Dragon Pulse at her opponent.
[cs=2] little soldier boy, taken from home. forced to fight a war that's not his own. leaves from the vine, falling so slow, like fragile tiny shells drifting in the foam. little soldier boy says "carry me home".
[cs=2] sleeping soldier boy is carried home [/style]
[cs=2][style= width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial]coded by JIN

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[mitchhiggins]

I'M THE KING OF THE PIGS!

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Laughter.

[/size] That was Mitch's reaction to seeing the pain his Druddigon had put poor Lily's Pokemon through. He felt no remorse, no need to make it hold back. If this lady didn't want her Pokemon hurt, she would have been better off just recalling it. His laughter wasn't overly joyous, however, and in fact was quite restrained. It seemed more a token acknowledgement of Drago's work than any true enjoyment.

Mitch hadn't felt any true enjoyment for years, after all.

However, while he wasn't the sharpest crayon in the drawer, Mitch was no idiot. Beneath his sleepy-eyed stare and gaping mouth lied a surprising amount of tactical knowledge that They taught him. Part of this was knowing when to hold them and when to fold them. He waited for the Dragon Pulse to near Drago, watching it intently, before whipping out a Pokeball and promptly recalling the Pokemon. "Ya did yer job, now git'back." The Dragon Pulse was left hitting he ground, leaving wisps of rising smoke in its wake.

"Starm'n Junior, open up wit'the Big Chill!" A Starmie emerged from the boy's Pokeball, spinning a little in place as its red gem focused its gaze on the Altaria. The spinning intensified, puffs of frost radiating from the star Pokemon as its red gem began to glow brightly. When its spinning reached maximum speed, powerful gusts of Icy Wind launched from its body right at the Altaria.

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[el]

VICTOR: LILY

excellent thread!