[BATTLE] AARON VS MISTY

[lou]

ROUND 1
AARON VS. MISTY
BATTLE COMMENCE

[aaron1]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=valign,top] 562 Peach as Misty! Dustox used Light Screen, Butterfree used Safeguard, Volcarona used Quiver Dance and Fiery Dance BY PEBBLE OF GS

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=style, width: 310px; height: 400px; background-image:url(http://subtlepatterns.com/patterns/subtlenet2.png); padding: 5px; border-top: 5px solid #242424; border-bottom: 5px solid #242424; border-left: 2px dotted #242424; border-right: 2px dotted #242424;] Nervous. As he walks forward, he knows he can’t let the nerves get the better of him, so instead he focuses on the other feelings settling in his stomach. The excitement to prove himself capable, the pride of being chosen to help remove another of Nox’s bases within the Sinnoh region, and the confidence he had in his team. Pure destruction wasn’t his style, it was true, but he had a member of his team that could at least help to clear away this annoying rubble, to break down the wall and make sure the soldiers could enter. It was why the air around him was filled with the chorus of wings flapping in time. Abisara, Mantria and Atlas were all out and ready to fight, ready to protect against this thread to their trainer, and the region he was trying so desperately to protect from these buffoons. Protect from the fools and idiots. What were they hoping to accomplish by fighting against the Pokemon League? Had they not seen the destruction that nearly destroyed this very region only so many years ago? They were not going to have another Team Galactic on their hands. Not again. His normally bright and cheerful green eyes seem to have darkened as they reach the entrance to Veilstone. Poorly erected walls stand before him, surrounded by cracked stone and barely repaired holes in the surface. ” Atlas, let it burn. Abisara, Mantria, give us some support.” His words are concise, confident. He wasn’t messing around. Not when so many people could be relying on him to help them, to help and defend them from this threat that was Nox. Boiling away under the surface, ready to erupt and leave the Sinnoh region marred beyond repair. Leave it beyond the help of the people that cared for it most, and wanted to see it safely in the hands of Lux, an organization that didn’t live just to oppose another. Because really, that was all Nox was. People that didn’t like the way things were going yet offered so few alternatives. Aaron wasn’t blind. He wasn’t completely against meeting and speaking, but when Nox demanded so much…it was ridiculous. Atlas was the first of the trio to move, his wing beats increasing in pace and intensity as he began to dance in the air, a Quiver Dance to boost so many of his natural skills. To his left, Abisara’s body shone for just a moment, before the entire group was bathed in the light of Safeguard, and then to the Volcarona’s left, Mantria beat her wings for a moment before a shimmering Light Screen appeared in front of her. And then the females quickly backed away, Aaron himself taking a step back as fire began to drift around Atlas’s body. The speed and strength boost which came from the Quiver Dance only helped further the strength of the attack as the flames were sent forth with one final flap of the Sun Pokemon’s wings. A Fiery Dance to ignite anything that wasn’t stone upon the wall, spreading easily through the dried wood used to support the make shift constructs. Aaron stared at the fire, watched as it burned, and awaited a counter from the opposing side. He knew they would be there. Knew it.

[misty]

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#rain dance, blastoise
#safeguard, milotic
#nasty plot, raichu
#543 words

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altar of earth
-matisyahu

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Smoke billows ever upwards, ever onwards unto Olympus as sacrifice and incense unto the gods of war. Quiet, Kasumi stared as the wall shook; flames on the other side could almost be felt where she stood. Perhaps it was an abnormal sensitivity to heat, or a weird sense of intolerance. The sea was cruel, like fire, but it was gentle when it needed to be.

Carefully, she plucks three pokeballs from her belt in their miniaturized form. Fingers spread over the sleek, spherical surfaces as they expand in her hold and fall unto the ground besides her. Three simultaneous flashes cover her, bathing her eyes in the shades and hues of battle and bloodshed; red like the flames that burned on the other side, red like the blood that was to be spilled. Blastoise, Milotic and Raichu were her first pick.

“Rain dance, Hare. Beau, safeguard.” Besides her, the towering form of Blastoise waddled forward until it stood in the space between the wall and its trainer. The two pumps on its back released two bursts of water that seemed to reach the heavens. Within moments the sky darkened and clouds gathered, answering the call of the shellfish pokemon. On the other hand, the sea snake seemed to curl in a protective circle around Misty, its eyes glowing momentarily as the warmth of its blessing fell upon the three summoned pokemon, including itself. Meanwhile, off to the side stood Misty’s Raichu, batting her tail back and forth in eager anticipation. As the rain fell with its incessant pitter patter it would hop up and down, thinking of some nasty plot, while it cheeks seemed to spark into life.

The rain was a necessary risk. The flames raged on until the rain fell. Fire was uncontrollable, darkening anything and everything in its path. Hopefully, though stones could not burn, she prayed the city would not become another Goldenrod underneath the cruel mercy – or lack of thereof- of the flames and the invading forces.

Misty took a step forward and Milotic seemed to adjust, its coiled body allowing the space for her walking. The water type specialist reached out a hand to place on her Blastoise’s shell. She could feel the life underneath it, the raging sea about to be unleashed. “Brace yourself.”

The pokemon seemed to answer by shaking its form, water spraying everywhere as it did. Not that it mattered, it was already raining, and her shirt, heavy and soaked, clung to her modest curves. A smile lingers on her façade of confidence, while her eyes remained cold and brutal and distant; her soul was steeled for the impending battle, and so were her pokemon.

On her left hand she held a pokeball, still miniaturized... Her chest felt heavy, her jeans felt heavy, and the rain was unrelenting in its downpour. On her lower back a gun was holstered, the cold leather sending goosebumps along her back as it got wet, the metal brushing her with the promise of death should she release the lock and pull a trigger. Simple enough, she believed.


The rain was comfort, a thick curtain that hid her insecurities and showered her in confidence. At sea she could rule with tyrant strength, but now she was at the whim of fate.

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[aaron1]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=valign,top] 632 Peach as Misty! Dustox used Bug Buzz, Butterfree combined Rage Powder and Silver Wind, Volcarona used Hurricane BY PEBBLE OF GS

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=style, width: 310px; height: 400px; background-image:url(http://subtlepatterns.com/patterns/subtlenet2.png); padding: 5px; border-top: 5px solid #242424; border-bottom: 5px solid #242424; border-left: 2px dotted #242424; border-right: 2px dotted #242424;] It’s the rain that alerts him. That tells him that things are changing, and he better be ready to change with them. It soaks through his clothes in a matter of moments, and it quenched the fires that had been started. But that merely saved him the trouble of stopping them himself. They’d done their job, burned away the weak wooden constructs, and cleared the path for the trainer soldiers to start slipping from this weakened point. There were some already in the city, striking from angle after angle, yet he planned to walk straight through the entrance. His bright gaze shifted, a breath left his lungs, and he slipped the gun from his hip. He wasn’t going to be risking it. Not in this situation. Not when tables could be turned with one false move, when he could be left without the safety of his team. Not that he planned on having them all out at one time, no. He stepped quickly to the side, moving away from his Pokemon as far as he was willing to risk it, so they didn’t feel the need to hold back on his account. The trio of bugs seemed appreciative, once more shifting in position, closer to each other now. Atlas’s wings were beating faster, keeping him in position even with the water pelting his body. It steamed, the intense heat given off by the Volcarona enough to evaporate it as it pelted his body. Mantria and Abisara were fighting harder, but they managed to keep in the air. Aaron inhaled all but silently, noticing the shock of orange hair and the water types surrounding her, and easily making the link. She was Misty, of Cerulean City in the Kanto region, a gym leader, not even of this region, standing to fight against the government which wanted the best for its people and its cities? It was insulting. But he couldn’t let his anger show. No, he needed to keep calm, keep his strategies in mind. His trio quickly noticed the approaching, and not a glance was sent toward Aaron. They knew what to expect, and what to do. Mantria’s wings began to beat at a frantic pace, before they began to vibrate, releasing the painfully pitched sound of a Bug Buzz. It stung the ears of both Atlas and Abisara, but it would also pain anybody within ear shot of the vicious attack. They recognized the signs of a Safeguard, they themselves bathed in the warm and protective glow, so the powder which began to form on the Butterfrees wings was not the dull and pale blue of sleep, but the vibrant and angry red of a Rage Powder formed on the soft white wings, only to be sent flying forth not with the usual dancing grace, but the powdery wind of a Silver Wind. It was a combination she had specialized in back during her Super Contest days, the contrast of red and silver powders both beautiful and painful from a special oriented Pokemon like Abisara. But they didn’t relinquish for a second, Atlas’s blue eyes blazing as his wings began to beat frantically. The winds picked up, the air around him picking up until it was painfully cutting, the light screen helping to protect the other bug’s, but the water types the Volcarona sent it flying toward did not have that protection. Not that he could see in the very least. The wings, the wind, the rain, it all combined into the raging power of a Hurricane. All Aaron did was watch from the distance he had established, watch as his trio performed their usual, admirable best. Pokemon trained to fight for the Elite Four, the peak of the Sinnoh League.

[misty]

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#Double team & Thunder, Raichu
#Protect, Blastoise
#Hydro Pump, Milotic
#Hurricane, Whimsicott.
#Raichu called back

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[td]

lust for blood,
-gackt

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The incessant buzzing makes the trainer curse. Her pokemon, too, would curse if they could as they squirmed, feeling the effects of the buzzing wings. A hand to her one of her ears, she moves a step closer to her blastoise and leans forward, clutching either side of her head. Something snaps and her hearing worsens; a numb feeling sets in, and blood trickles from the corner of her mouth where she bit hard and instinctively. Blood slid unto her chin only to be wiped away by the downpour of rain, blood as red as the flashing lights that moments earlier cascaded from her pokeballs when her team was summoned.

Blood, blood the color of the blood she meant to spill. Without instruction, her raichu surged forward driven by pain. Misty would react and command her raichu with few yelled words lost underneath the rain’s percussion. Minnie – the raichu – rushed into the incoming silver blades that were the butterfree’s attack. It would weave in between the silver and red, its body phasing in and out of itself as after-images surfaces, holes punched into the double team’s illusions by the rain, cleaved in half by the silver wind. The mouse pokemon would weave in and out of it, and upon clearing it leap unto the air, its cheek lighting up in tones of xanthic lightning.

For a moment suspended in time, Raichu would be high in its leap, and if one were to pause time one would understand; the tiny beast became a god sanctioned by the heavy rain, and its hammer would swing down in the form of lightning. Thunder would crack loud like breaking stone, loud as the grating of Atlas’ teeth as titan held up the world; light would flash, and lightning would descent aimed at the dual bug and flying pokemon, its trajectory and accuracy blessed by the heavy rain. Her opponent would understand that her pokemon were blessed by the sea, by its calm and its storms; they were not soldiers, but they were sailors as she was.

Butterfree’s attack would impact the blastoise that refused to move out of love for its trainer. It groaned and took a step backed, nudged by the attack. Around it, scales of silver and red powder settled. Pain would settle too, but Misty knew the beast to be a huge rain dish in the shape of an oversized turtle; though she frowned at her pokemon’s pain, she knew the rain would alleviate the wounds she could not tend at the given moment.

Another set of orders is about to be given, but she stops eyes wide and mouth gaping as the steaming Volcarona’s wings release hell. Oh, she knew rain dance was a risk, but she did not expect the bug specialist – she could only assume, giving his selection of current pokemon – to utilize a move so detrimental to its own pokemon if they were to be caught in it, nor did she expect a lux soldier to risk the collateral damage.

“Beau, stand still! Minnie, come back!” She yells desperately, running forward wanting to call raichu back into its pokeball before the hurricane reaches it. However, Blastoise stops her. Without thought, Beau slithers behind the Blastoise but it may be too late for Minnie. Its double team would allow it some respite, but such a massive attack could not miss. The raichu is batted away by the gushing winds and Misty screams out, her hand reaching out as if to grasp what could not be caught, as if in the gesture the mouse's pain would be lessened as it flew back pushed by the severe winds. Safety and security were alien concepts, feelings and convictions that hadn’t been experienced in years; nor was the power to keep her pokemon from being hurt in war a familiar feeling.

Hare was a wise beast, and the second oldest in her team. Because of its affection and devotion, Blastoise drags the trainer closer to its chest with a rough pull as energy flows from it, the same energy Misty had felt building up moments before. It meant to protect its trainer, energy swirling, forming a sphere around them as the storm raged. Misty, reluctant, closes her eyes and prays.

When the wind subsides, she lays witness to the destruction around her; the rain is still heavy, and her raichu lays on the ground a few yards off to the side, while Milotic is off to the other side rising, its form uncoiling from its defensive position. Having been behind Blastoise’s protect, though not directly covered by it, Beau had some cover from the wind's frontal violence.



Misty’s chest sinks as blastoise lets her go, her chest feeling heavier than it should as she runs to her oversized mouse. Typing was an advantage, she believed, and the storm could not force the little electric monster to cease its over abounding energy and life; its tail wags and it stands, battered by the force of the winds and the fall.

She kneels besides the raichu and the electric mouse nudges its head into Misty’s arms. Running to it was a stupid idea, she realizes upon realizing the pokemon was hurt badly, but not dead. Emotions have a way of washing over her and dictating her actions in opposition to all logical thought.

The sea will rage, and the world will feel its relentless fury.

“Beau, Hydro Pump at the bigger bug!” She calls out, ordering the snake forward. It would slither with considerable speed even if outside of the water, moving through the curtain of water that still feel, now seemingly heavier after the hurricane. The Milotic stops for a second and opens its jaws, allowing a thick and heavy jet of water, a merciless torrent, to cleave through the distance between them aimed at the dual fire and bug type.

Quickly, she releases the pokeball that had been in her left hand all this time; a small shape emerges covered in the red glow, cotton-like fur quickly getting soaked by the rain. Laying a hand on raichu and hugging it tight, she whispers. “You know what to do..” Whimsicott shakes, summoning a deeper energy from within, wind obeying its unlikely command; a breeze pools around them in circles, spinning continually until it becomes a monster zephyr to rival’s Volcarona’s own attack.

They released hell upon her team, and blessed by the rain’s heavy downpour Misty would retaliate with the same technique. A hurricane summoned, tyrant maelstroms of wind spilling out towards the bug type specialist and his team.

Calling Raichu back into its ball, Misty steels herself to witness the storm she had summoned rushing in her opponent's direction.

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[lou]

VICTOR: MISTY

+ 200 to Nox