[TOURNEY] BIANCA VS MITCH

[lou]

ROUND 1
BIANCA VS. MITCH
BATTLE COMMENCE

[mitchhiggins]

Now this was something more Mitch's style.

Gone were the overly sanitized halls of Castelia City's olympics. Gone were the cheesy announcers and the fancy screens. Instead, all the boy saw as he stepped up to his side of the arena was a swarm of fans all screaming for blood. Orre's circuit was different than anything he had seen before, but he kinda liked it.

He had done this before. Came out of it in third, another ghost talking his mind. Not just the ghost he won, but the ghost of failure. Defeat. Losing to some chick and her cloud-bird. If he couldn't beat some stranger, how would he ever catch that goddamn Jimmy?

He looked around, beady eyes meeting those of whoever he was up against. "G'luck," he muttered, grinning and exposing a missing tooth. "Yer gonna need it!"

He tossed out two of his Pokeballs, a massive purple blob and an armored bug appearing before the crowd. "Master Belch, Masked Man, git out here! Toughen up with Acid Armor n' Swords Dance!" he called, the Muk roaring in recognition as its skin bubbled and the Escavalier sharpening its lances against each other.

The trio lied in wait, Mitch waiting for his foe to throw the gauntlet.

[Bianca]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=float: left; color: #b7b7b7; padding: 2%; width: 95px;][style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; text-transform: uppercase;]THE GODDESS And though darkness threatens to close her eyes, she keeps herself awake with a repeated mantra, her wicked smile growing with every iteration. She's going to kill them, she mutters, going to kill them, kill them, kill them, kill. [/style] She thinks this is way for her to try and get back into the life of battling. That is, battling without killing, without all this stupid shadow of the war. This is pure battle, for the sake of sports, for a cause. But now that she stands here, in the battlefield, Bianca highly doubts she can view battling in that way ever again. Sh could hear the call of the crowd for blood, blood, blood, and she's tempted to sick Quet on them, if just to make them quiet, to shut up and say that too much blood has been spilt already and would you all just go die so you can feel how is it like!? Instead, she kept quiet, and gave a polite nod to her opponent, as he wished her good luck. How sincere it is she does not care; she's already giving everythign trying to calm down and not scream. She eyed her opponent, recognizing Escavalier more than Muk. Considering the color, the way it moves and everythign else, Bianca made a quick guess and labeled Muk as a poison type. Escavalier is obviously bug and steel, it does originate from her birth region . Bianca knew better than to let Quet out. Once, the Serperior would have been her answer to everything, but Bianca had grown wiser, more careful since then, and the girl chose others as result. "Fai," the Chandelure appeared on the battlefield, floating eeriely. Another flick and a call "Mett", and a Metang joined the fight. Let's get everything over as quick as possible; Bianca could already feel herself mentally exhausted, trying to hold herself together. "Fai, Heat Wave! Mett, Psychic!" The Chandelure floated forward, before the surrounding air seems to heat up, and the Pokemon directed said air towards the Escavalier. The Metang floated somewhat faster than the Chandelure, directing a forceful blast of psychic poer to the Muk. [style=border-top: 1px #a2a2a2 solid; padding-bottom: 5%;] [/style]

Coded by AMB Tanz [/style]

OOC :: I think I'm destined to fight against you lol, Crashy~

[mitchhiggins]

Mitch's blinding bangs were shaken by the air the Chandelure was heating up, revealing eyes wide with surprise. He hadn't expected this girl to be such a threat, and yet here she was whipping up a pair of vicious attacks. The crowd, already hyped up, was whipped into a frenzy over the promise of blood being shed. For a brief second Mitch wondered what to do.

And then he started to laugh.

"Belch, Disable! n' follow up with a Shadow Punch. Masked Man?

Take it. Rush right in n' get 'im with a Reversal."

The Escavalier looked at Mitch in disbelief, but only a harsh "Do it!" answered his silent plea. Sighing, he braced himself and charged right into the heat.

Master Belch let out a laugh, his eyes flashing a single time as he Disabled the Metang's psychic pulse. He then molded himself into a puddle, taking advantage of his earlier Acid Armor's liquefying effect to slide along the ground in unpredictable patterns. As he stalked closer to the Chandelure he solidified a large first, which he brought upwards in a brutal Shadow Punch. Whether it hit or missed, the Muk planned to quickly duck back into puddle form to avoid retaliation.

If only Masked Man had it so easy.

The sound of bubbling metal was heard as the Escavalier crossed his lances, the metallic cage he was trapped in only making his hot carapace burn harder. A horrific hiss of pain, high-pitched and grating, betrayed the insect's weakness no matter how hard he tried to push through. Tiny puddles of molten steel dripped from his shell as he charged on, fighting through the heat and the pain to get to his target: the nearby Metang. He wanted nothing more than to just lie down and faint, and allow the sweet, cool darkness of unconsciousness to overcome him. But he had been given orders, and a knight was always to serve his lord.

In a way, charging through the attack spared him the majority of the pain. It was over with a lot more quickly, after all. Telling that to the pained husk of an Escavalier that remained, however, would be hard. His shell was deformed and thinned, a small trail of molten metal left in its wake. His movements grew somewhat twitchy with pain, and steamy air ascended from his body in great amounts. And yet the members of the crowd loved it, most cheering in a wild frenzy at the promise of pain. The cheers only grew in volume as Masked Man raised a pair of burning-hot lances, dashing forward and attempting to smash the two on Metang's head in a furious Reversal.

[Bianca]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=float: left; color: #b7b7b7; padding: 2%; width: 95px;][style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; text-transform: uppercase;]THE GODDESS And though darkness threatens to close her eyes, she keeps herself awake with a repeated mantra, her wicked smile growing with every iteration. She's going to kill them, she mutters, going to kill them, kill them, kill them, kill. [/style] Chants, chants, chants. It's haunting and echoing inside her head, and Bianca could feel herself teeter uncertainly between screaming or just sobbing her heart out. This battle is wavering between bloodshed and pure sports. (She had just wanted to help. Why?) Her Metang wavered in the air uncertainly, feeling his Psychic getting locked. "Step in and Ice Punch!" Bianca yelled, and Mett quickly floated in between the liquefied Muk, hitting the Shadow Punch with it's Ice Punch. All in this while, Bianca's Chandelure floated backwards to allow his partner some space, eyeing on the other Pokemon instead. The gentle Chandelure (somehow) looked horrified at the scream his opponent was doing, rushing through his flames like that. Behind her Pokemon, Bianca's eyes widened at the sight. Wasn't this just a sport? Just a play battle? For the sake of raising funds? It was easy to intercept the Escavalier's Reversal, which was what the Chandelure did. After all, they weren't that far from each other. The Ghost/Fire type allowed the Reversal to attack him, feeling no harm. Fai wailed softly, in a tone that signify what he thinks of the Escavalier's poor condition. (Infernoinfernoinfernoinfernoin-) Bianca clutched her head, her eyes squeezing shut. The position her Chandelure is in right now would be perfect to land a deadly blow at the Escavalier, but she couldn't bring herself to do it, even if the attack name is echoing in her head. (Infernoinfernoinfernoinferno-!) "Night Shade, Fai!" Bianca commanded, pushing the throbbing pain in her head. She had no right to kill, after all. (The image of Mitch flickered in her head, becoming the silhouette of that man-!) Her Chandelure allowed the ghost typed attack to expand from his body. [style=border-top: 1px #a2a2a2 solid; padding-bottom: 5%;] [/style]

Coded by AMB Tanz [/style]

[mitchhiggins]

Masked Man sadly burbled back at the Chandelure. Its words were slurred from pain, but the mix of apology and determination in its eyes spoke volumes. Clearly this was not how the Escavalier had wanted to battle.

Mitch's jaw hung slack at the Chandelure's block. "What the-!" he muttered, the roar of approval from the crowd barely drowning out his shout. "Useless!" His bangs had swept aside, revealing a manic look in his small, beady eyes. "Dodge and make that hunk of metal pay!"

The Escavalier, struggling to stay afloat, looked weakly at his trainer before turning his gaze to the Metang. It shuddered forward like an old jalopy just fast enough to barely pass the Night Shade, but in the end its fatigue overcame its will. Halfway to the Metang the poor insect just collapsed, lances splaying out on the floor as it gently shut its eyes.

Mitch scowled, recalling the fallen Escavalier. As it fell he remembered what the stupid bug represented, as well as who. "Friends my ass," the boy muttered. Just like the Escavalier, that friendship was burnt up and crumpled on the floor. Just a useless corpse.

Ya win this one, 'guess," he muttered, taking out a new Pokeball. "But Pig King gonna set ya right. C'mout chargin', PK! Belch, Acid Armor! Don't let that damn candle git past ya!"

The Muk, melded into a puddle once more, quickly began snaking between Metang and Chandelure. A second activation of Acid Armor left it even more liquefied, allowing it to flow faster and further enhancing its defense. However, there was on property of a liquid that made the attack even more desirable.

Liquids could expand.

The Muk began stretching out as it arose from its puddle form, imposingly towering over the battlefield and letting out a gargling roar. Liquid psuedopods extended from its body in order to cover as much area as possible, turning the normally compact sludge beast into a true titan. It aimed one of its psuedopods at the Chandelure before it, launching it forward in a cascade of filth. Maybe a vicious Gunk Shot could finally put out that candle's lights.

Once Belchzilla was in position, it was Pig King's turn. Mitch knocked on the Pokeball twice before hurling it, a signal the two worked out back at MOTHER EARTH training camp. As soon as the Pokeball hit the ground the Emboar's massive back body burst into flame. With a quick glance around its surroundings to try find its enemy, it dashed forward shoulder-first to try and bulldoze Bianca's Metang with a brutal Flare Blitz.

To Pig King and Master Belch, this was all just a big game. But Mitch was done playing around.

[el]

VICTOR: MITCH

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