[TOURNEY] Storm vs Evander

[lou]

ROUND 1
Storm vs. Evander
BATTLE COMMENCE

[storm]

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[/style]He stands with his arms by his sides, loose and ready. This isn’t like anything he’s done before – testing the knowledge he’s managed to gain over the years working with pokemon. Then again, his true goal is not to win so he needn’t worry about it. There’s a more pressing matter at hand.

Concentrate.

If he fights with half-assed will, there will be questions as to why he’s even here.

Storm’s right hand slips into his pocket, withdrawing one of the pokeballs he’s chosen from the Battle Frontier that they’ve so graciously lent to him. Glancing down, he sees it’s the Sandslash. Let’s begin. He casts the pokemon out, the tiny creature slashing at the air fiercely as she appears from the ball on the ground. Swallowing, the man thinks back to the movesets he was told for each of the pokemon he chose.

”Sandslash.” The Sunyshore Mayor speaks quietly, not wanting to yell or seem all too demanding. He doesn’t like fighting, after all – he has no need to seem as though he enjoys the sport. His opponent is likely preparing his own tactics as well, and Storm looks away, not even seeing what he’s chosen as his first pokemon and sent forth into battle.

”Prepare a Stealth Rock, please,” he says to the borrowed pokemon, and the mouse nods, raising sharp, jagged stones from the earth around where the opponent’s pokemon stands (or floats). It will not harm them, only their teammates as they are sent into battle later. Storm finally looks up, waiting and ready like his pokemon for the opponent to make their move.

family ties, strongest bonds,

❚ WORDS: 268
❚ TAGS: Art as Evander
❚ NOTES: don't kill him pls he's pretty // if you could delay your posts a little in responding that would be great, I'm out of town this weekend </3
❚ CREDITS: Ambassador Tanz

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[drake]

This was, without a doubt, quite a strange setting that he found himself in. Typically, he was not the type of man who was into the bravado of the Battle Frontier. He preferred his arrogance to be viewed on the field of battle, where all could see the path of destruction he left. This was a sham. A pretence to entertain the masses. He felt like he sold his sword to the highest bidder, and now, regretted it.

Nonetheless, the times had been relatively slow. Nox was lying low, scheming. The battlefield was quiet for the moment. No new missions had come up. No new people to kill. No massacres to commit. A Sentinel without a task to occupy his time was a dangerous combination. Without an assignment to direct his blood thirst, he would be forced to take it out on some poor, undeserving soul.

Who would fill such a role?

Currently, his dark eyes were set on a man standing about fifty feet from him. This man was the mayor of Sunyshore City, Storm. If there was anything Evander was certain of, it was his knowledge of Lux administration. He took it upon himself to research the more distinguished members of the Lux party, including anyone from council members, to champions, and to officers.

Evander’s stance was tall with pride and a hint of vicious desire. From behind his ivory mask, he observed his opponent with a steely, callous stare. The man withdrew his first Pokémon, a Sandlash. After summoning the sandy rodent, Storm waited for Evander’s move.

The Reaper had already decided what Pokémon he was going to use. Taking from his belt a loaned Pokeball he had received upon arrival, he opened it up. With a ferocious roar, a Hydreigon burst forth onto the playing field. Its three heads raised in unison as it bellowed fiercely. Six black wings beat together as the Pokémon’s entire body trembled and began to glow a reddish tint, as it used Work Up.

Without a word to his opponent, Evander’s black-gloved hand shot forward, directing the Hydreigon in the Sandlash’s direction.

”Hydreigon, use Dark Pulse!”

From its floating position, the Hydreigon opened its mouth and from it came a deadly beam of dark purple energy, aiming right for the mouse.

[storm]

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[/style]Oh hell.

Storm feels himself pale slightly at the sight of the Hydreigon that springs forth from his opponent's pokeball. A pokemon which, normally, can easily outclass a pokemon such as the Sandslash he's currently using. The Mayor looks at the dragon as it appears to warm up on its own without his temporary trainer's commands.

"...Sandslash..." he gets the pokemon's attention - he can tell by its two ears twitching at the sound of its name. "..it's going to use an attack after that power-up." Storm informs it quietly, knowing the red glow can't mean anything else.

Storm hears the opponent's command and quickly commands his own pokemon quietly as the dragon brings its head back, "Sandslash, Dig underground to avoid it. Get as close to just beneath it as you possibly can. Wait for my command, go!"

He finishes speaking just as the beam of energy is released straight for the Sandslash. It digs violently, sending dirt and rock hurled every which way as its long claws rip into the earth. Storm is forced to cross his arms in front of his face when the Dark Pulse hits the ground just where the Sandslash was, as the explosion of the beam impacting the earth sent more rock flying.

He doesn't see what's become of his pokemon, only looking up when the dirt stopped flying. He doesnt see a fainted body laying at the entrance of the hole dug. He suspects the pokemon only just got away, but more likely sustained some damage as it burrowed.

Unsure of its condition, Storm waits. One more minute.

Hopefully, the opponent doesn't go blasting the arena with more of those Dark Pulses in an attempt to find it.

family ties, strongest bonds,

❚ WORDS: 286
❚ TAGS: Art as Evander
❚ NOTES: --
❚ CREDITS: Ambassador Tanz

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[abyss]

VICTORY: STORM

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