[olympics] battle: gold vs diamond

[katya]

Round 1
Gold (Typhlosion) vs. Diamond (Staraptor)

[gold]

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[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/1r3yM.png); width: 10px; height: 30px;]

[atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;][style=background-color: #fff; width: 320px; padding: 7px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 12px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; height: 240px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #494949;]Battling was battling - it was a sentiment that had stayed with him through the duration of the war at hand and traced itself back to when he was just starting his pokemon journey. However, with the recent events at hand, he'd been exposed to a completely new style of battling, one that his eyes had never witnessed before - this new sort of battling, it involved killing utilizing the friends and partners he'd known all his life, and he didn't like it. The war had demanded many adjustments, including discarding that childish outlook on the world that he had refused to give up, even in leaving his adolescence behind for adulthood. It forced upon people the mindset that life, battling wasn't a game, but a means of survival. To think that there would be the announcement of a game battle was almost unthinkable, but that was exactly what had happened. The trainer fingered at his goggled, twirling them around on his index finger. Perhaps it was all a dream, another one of his childish fantasies. He pinched himself, breathing out when the surroundings remained set in stone. The setting was just as he remembered it: a wide patch of flat land with a line dividing one trainer from the other. Certainly, the stadium and bleachers surrounding the place were much more grandiose than that of Johto, and this was taking place in a region still unfamiliar to him, but the concept of it remained the same. This was a training battle, which meant three crucial things - there was to be no killing, no bloodshed, and no way to tell if the opponent was Lux or Nox. He and his opponent were both trainers, both striving for a common goal - to the spectators, they were entertainment, but this was a test for him to see how strong he had gotten in the past few years. In his hand, his fingers traced the red and white pokeball. To experience defeat here only meant that he had yet to work hard enough. Gold hurled the sphere in the air, watching the streaming sunlight catch on the button in the middle before the red light commanded his attention, materializing into the first pokemon - not to mention friend - that he'd gotten. "Nostalgic, huh? Flare." The fire type swiveled his head around at the lights, responding with a mighty roar in return. He grinned, twisting his hat so that it was now on his head backwards - the correct position, allowing his bangs to hang freely up front. He could feel the adrenaline pumping through his system, made no move to stop the excitement from rushing at him with full force - it'd been a long, long time since he'd felt this good. Movement on the other side and his heart skipped a beat; it was a sensation comparable with falling in love for the very first time, and in this situation, it held true. He loved battling, loved this kind of battling. It helped him get rid of his worries and train to become even stronger, strong enough to protect those he held dear from harm and hurt. His hand raised itself out of habit, waving back and forth to his opponent - a black-haired boy like himself. "Hey there! Th' name's Gold. I'm looking forward to battling you." He paused, giving whatever fantasy he was in a second chance to thrust his consciousness out into reality. When nothing happened, his smile shrank and stifled into a small, satisfied smirk. "Good luck! May the best trainer win, okay?" Introductions were strange - of course, had it been silver, things wouldn't be this way, but he felt obliged with a complete stranger. "Flare! Swift to start this off, lets go!' Flinging a little hand motion to the side he stepped back, allowing his partner to lumber to the front lines. A gaping maw opened wide and something swirled within Flare's mouth, letting loose a dozen shimmering stars that arced in the air once before streaming straight at the Staraptor. It was nothing fancy, but enough for a starter. Just like old times.[/style][style=float: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -1px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; height: 10px; padding: 3px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; color: #494949; text-align: left; font-size: 9px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc;]DIAMOND • 711 WORDS • lets have fun with this! c:[/style]

[style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

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[kirblob]

[atrb=border,0,bTable][style=padding: 0 6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 300px;]The setting is familiar. A boy stands in the center of a stadium, facing another boy. Bleachers rise high above them, and the voices of the spectators higher, shouts and yells melding into a single roar. They're but two dots on a field, surrounded by the roar of strange faces that await their story. The story is familiar. Two trainers, six Pokemon, one winner. Rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat until all sixteen competitors fall into place: first, second, third, and so on. The background is always the same, but the fun lies in the characters. Who's the real protagonist, the one standing at the top of the heap at the end? The readers try to answer. A player becomes the answer. It's a game between sixteen to fight for it. The game is familiar. He's played it before. And it's nostalgic standing here in the center, a Pokeball in his hand. He looks around him, takes in the sights. It's a different city, but the sky's the same. Nothing's changed. But he's nervous still. His gaze falls on the spectators and he wonders how many of them are armed, then out of those, how many are behind him, where he can't see. His eyes turn next to the trainer on the other side, and his thoughts follow. What is he hiding behind that grin? Where is he hiding his gun? The boy glances above. It's a different city, but the sky's still the same; vivid, identical to his memories of nine years past. Diamond looks back down, a sullen smile on his lips. He guesses he's changed. A Pokeball flies through the air and a Staraptor appears from it, a flash of red light following her. She lands gracefully on the field, watching her opponent with steady eyes as she awaits an order. It's familiar. Everything is. And that nagging feeling in his head, the one that tells him to be wary, to fear - he casts it out of his mind, starts living in the past again. He's playing a game today. There's nothing else he should be thinking about. He adjusts his beret. "I'm Diamond,"

[/b] he says with a genial smile, "The feeling's mutual. Let's make this a good one."[/b]

Hearing Gold's command though, he already has high hopes for the battle. Swift first, huh? Smart move, but the Staraptor can dodge it. And she would too if Diamond didn't have other plans for Detect; stars hurt and all, but he's going to save it for moves that pose more of a threat.

"Grin and bear it, Gale,"[/b] he says, his arms crossed, "Close the distance with a Quick Attack, then follow it up with Brave Bird. Dodge however you want; I trust your judgment."[/b] The implicit order understood, the Staraptor launches herself forward, without hesitation. She's not going to like this, but it could be worse; at least, that's what she tells herself anyway as she's pelted by stars. Gale works hard to hide her grimace, and when the Typhlosion is in sight, she suddenly becomes a blur, speeding across the field for her assault.[/style][/td]

[td][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,border-left: 1px solid #2B4C7E; padding: 0 6;][style=width: 90px; padding: 3px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px;]words - 546
tag - gold // battle

let's c:[/style][style=margin: 4 0; border: #2B4C7E solid 1px; padding: 5px;][/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[gold]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 300px; width: 100px; padding: 10px; background-color: #f2f2f2;][classy=harhar][/classy][classy=texty]ROLL CALL![/classy] [style=color: #777; width: 100px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px;]AND THEN YOU TWIST AND SHOUT FOR YOUR FAVORITE STAR AND WHEN YOU'VE PRACTICED EVERY STEP THAT'S IN YOUR REPERTOIRE YOU BETTER COME ON DOWN AND MEET THE NICEST KIDS IN TOWN![/style]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/1r3yM.png); width: 10px; height: 30px;]

[atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;][style=background-color: #fff; width: 320px; padding: 7px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 12px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; height: 240px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #494949;]The boy on the other end of the arena called out, offering an introduction followed by a word of good sportsmanship similar to his own - his stiff shoulders relaxed, the tension draining from him. This was a training battle, free of severe wounds that couldn't be fixed with a visit to the pokecenter or a medicine item: still, however, there were those that treated training just as they would on the front lines of battle. As reluctant as he had been to believe it, something far too real had happened far too many times to him for his guard not to be raised automatically, as a reflex. Gold nodded at the Staraptor, acknowledging it as well as Diamond - pokemon were people too, and they deserved the proper respect. As he stepped back, he had to wonder, though - how much of that statement had been fake? How much of this was the truth, or was it all just a big stimulation, a futile attempt to deny the reality that surrounded them? His mind panned towards the latter, but he forced himself to stop and immediately regretted it. Was he being true to himself? It was a game for some, but it was all too real for him - this was what he lived for. The stars shimmered and swirled in the air, catching off of the sunlight that shone onto the arena - in a contest, Gold was certain that it had a fair chance of winning him a decent spot in the finals. Flare pulled back immediately as soon as the last of the attack was finished, fire flaring up dangerously and the hairs on its back bristling with the expectation of an attack - offensive first, then switch to defense. It was a tactic that silver had taught him, and Gold intended to use it to its fullest. He too dug his heels into ground, eyes staring straight forward. Think like the opponent. What would he do in this type of situation? There was a second's moment of silent - a heartbeat to think get lost in his own thoughts. Then everything exploded and he was there again, standing in an arena with a million pairs of eyes on him and a million different voices all mixed into one loud commotion. Stacking and combining moves was a new thing that the war had taught him to do - with it came the risk of how to use them. Use it right and one would be generously rewarded: one false move and one had to prepare for the consequences instead. In this case, it'd been turned into a dangerous situation. He grit his teeth, knowing that there was no time to think and only time to act on impulse. So he let instinct carry him instead. "Brace and prepare for impact." He commanded flare, eyes tracing a full circle but eventually facing the front, where he knew was to be the source. "Flame Wheel for extra defense, then charge as soon as there's a chance." Flare hardly hesitated, crimson, yellow and orange mixing together, licking hungrily at the teal backside as it enveloped, staining the ground a dark shade of brown. The Staraptor hit it front and center and though two arms managed to wrap protectively up front, Flare winced and Gold can tell - it wasn't prepared for such power. "Now!" He shouted, watching as his partner curled up into a sphere-like shape, hurtling at the avian with all its might. But he wasn't done yet. Not quite. Gold bit his lip, wondering if he was making the right choice or not. There's no time to think - the command slipped between his lips before he even had a chance to think. "Don't let the chance slip! Now that you're close, Flamethrower!" Flare reared up the instant the words left his lips, all form abandoned even halfway in the air. It landed on the ground hard - even from the distance, Gold felt himself wince, shutting his right eye and twisting his mouth up into a grimace - it had to have hurt a bit. But there's no time to think - no time for flare to think and no time for him to be thinking. Without another second's haste, Flare's maw gapes at the Staraptor, a trail of flame bursting forth and licking hungrily towards the new-found prey.[/style][style=float: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -1px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; height: 10px; padding: 3px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; color: #494949; text-align: left; font-size: 9px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc;]DIAMOND • 756 WORDS • I'm so sorry for the wait ;a;[/style]

[style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

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[kirblob]

[atrb=border,0,bTable][style=padding: 0 6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 300px;]Gale barely has time to recover from her own assault when suddenly her chest is burning and she's careening off to the side, flying higher and away. Recoil hit her hard but the Flame Wheel hit harder; she knows without looking that her feathers are burnt, feels without wincing the heat of the pain. She shows nothing but the glare of sharp eyes because she is a predator and her target is there before her, another mammal kneeling under her talons. It rears its head and pours forth fire, but Gale is ready this time. She is a Staraptor, a hunter, and she falls prey to no one. She rolls to the side right as the Flamethrower reaches her, having preemptively Detected the attack. Her trainer was right; the stars seem like nothing but little stings compared to the inferno beside her. "Close Combat while he's still recovering,"

[/b] Diamond says, "then put some distance between the two of you."[/b] There's an unspoken order lingering on his lips that she knows already; they've been together for nine years, after all. That's why her wings are already stretched out for descent, before he even opened his mouth. For but a glimpse of a second, Gale glances at her trainer. He's smiling a genuine smile that she hasn't seen in a while, one reminiscent of a boyish grin that she remembers from years past. There's a swelling in her heart that she doesn't and won't ever forget. It's pride.

Then her gaze is back at her target and she dives, beak and talons and wings at the ready. Hit or miss, the Staraptor is prepared; she'll pull back and away into the air when the time is right.[/style][/td]

[td][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,border-left: 1px solid #2B4C7E; padding: 0 6;][style=width: 90px; padding: 3px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px;]words - 298
tag - gold // battle

lol it's fine :3 don't worry about it ~[/style][style=margin: 4 0; border: #2B4C7E solid 1px; padding: 5px;][/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[gold]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 300px; width: 100px; padding: 10px; background-color: #f2f2f2;][classy=harhar][/classy][classy=texty]ROLL CALL![/classy] [style=color: #777; width: 100px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px;]AND THEN YOU TWIST AND SHOUT FOR YOUR FAVORITE STAR AND WHEN YOU'VE PRACTICED EVERY STEP THAT'S IN YOUR REPERTOIRE YOU BETTER COME ON DOWN AND MEET THE NICEST KIDS IN TOWN![/style]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/1r3yM.png); width: 10px; height: 30px;]

[atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;][style=background-color: #fff; width: 320px; padding: 7px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 12px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; height: 240px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #494949;]It'd been a long time since he and Flare had battled like this and in that moment, when the fire type hurtled at the avian and feathers exploded in the air Gold could fell the transition taking place, feel the sensation of warming up to this kind of battle once more. He stared intensely at Flare, feeling what his pokemon was feeling, deducting that his partner was warming up to the sensation as the flame burst from its mouth and sprayed everywhere, licking at the surroundings and causing smoke to curl up from the ground. Still, even though everything is just as he remembered it , its hard for him to hide the widening of his eyes and the look of disbelief, no matter how brief, littered over his features. He's surprised - it'd been a long time since an attack like that from Flare missed its target. But still, he reminded himself, its not only his skill that'd improved over the years - other trainers probably trained just as hard as he did. The situation's different from before: different, attacks, different strategies, but the fact that there's no time to dawdle between attacks remain the same. There's no time to get caught up in trivial aspects, no time to wonder how an attack missed - its all in the past, and what he has to think about is the present. The attack is called, but he's not sure whether or not to let Flare take it just like that or not - his pokmeon was strong, but Close combat was a strong attack. Still, they had to trust each other - without trust, there was no way that they were going to win. His hand clenched into a fist, and he took a deep breath - Flare's not going to like this, but his pokemon trusted him. He has to trust his pokemon. "Bear it." He didn't like saying it, but its necessary - any attack attempted now would only be thwarted by the initial force of the attack. "Swift to stall 'em for a second, then Focus Blast straight after." Flare nodded to him from the battlefield, barely visible through the onslaught of flame that's steadily waning to a close. As soon as the fire stops the Staraptor leapt on him, pecking and flapping wings as Flare closed its eyes, shielding the blows with steady winces. Suddenly, its eyes snapped open, fire blazing from its backside as the sparkling in its mouth started up again. He reared up suddenly, spewing out an onslaught of stars upon its aggressor while paws underneath cradle a glowing, blue mass of energy. Flare doesn't miss a beat - as soon as the stars are all but out, his hands raised in front and released the energy, the blue exploding in the air like a trail of flames spanning out from a central point. Still, there's no time to sit back and lick wounds, Gold knows. They have to be prepared for retaliation.[/style][style=float: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -1px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; height: 10px; padding: 3px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; color: #494949; text-align: left; font-size: 9px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc;]DIAMOND • 516 WORDS • ---[/style]

[style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

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[king]

[style=width: 300px; text-align:center; font-size: 26px; border-bottom: white solid 3px]VICTOR: GOLD[/style]
[style=margin-top: -6px; width: 260px; font-size: 12px; font-family: tahoma]'grats bro[/style]