Murkrow Vs. Sangfroidish

[size=+2]Murkrow vs Sangfroidish[/size]

Murkrow said:

For Sangfroidish (or open if he doesn't want another battle)

Format: 3v3 Singles
Style: Set
DQ: 2 Weeks
Damage Cap: 40%
Banned Moves: OHKO
Arena: The Reverse Bubble Bowl
The arena is in a hemisphere of air at the bottom of a lake. Outside of the dome are seats that are to be used by divers or water-type Pokémon.
Nothing is special about the arena itself but there is no solid object separating the air and water, the integrity of the dome is maintained by psychic Pokémon.
Objects (inluding water) can pass both ways through the dome if needed.
Additional Rules: Mayonnaise is not an instrument

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Murkrow's active squad

Bendigeidfran the male Murkrow <Super Luck>
Raigu the female Mareep <Static>
Cat the female Meowth <Technician>
Nikki the female Numel <Simple>


Sangfroidish's active squad

Quelana the female Fennekin <Blaze>
Kalameet the male Noibat <Telepathy> @ Yache Berry
Oscar the male Riolu <Inner Focus> @ Soothe Bell
Zulf the male Ralts <Synchronize> @ Dawn Stone
Hindenburg the male Drifloon <Unburden>
Artorias the male Honedge <No Guard> @ Dusk Stone
Havel the male Aron <Sturdy> @ Dragon Fang
Kloe the female Fletchling <Big Pecks>
Neku the male Scraggy <Shed Skin> @ Lucky Egg
Kitaniji the male Ekans <Shed Skin> @ Lucky Egg

-Murkrow sends out.
-Sangfroidish sends out and commands.
-Murkrow responds in kind.
-We go snorkeling.

I'll send out Bendigeidfran

I'll go with Havel.

Fling out Ancient Power until further notice, but if he should protect or otherwise be impossible to hit, use Curse instead, and if he has clones wipe them out with Shock Wave.

Ancient Power/Curse/Shock Wave x3

Start off with a Mud Slap to lower accuracy, then get in there with a couple of Sucker Pun- err, Flaps, I guess.

Mud Slap ~ Sucker Punch ~ Sucker Punch

Far below the surface of the lake, lines of sunlight frayed and curved around a large dome. It appeared to be a dome, and was, for all intents and purposes, a dome. But it wasn’t. It was a dome in only intent and purpose(a damn fine one), but it was not really a dome. A handful of trainers with a not insignificant amount of money and a similar quantity of psychic type Pokemon set about whirling and controlling the flow of the lake’s water until it carved a half-bubble out of air in the middle of the lake. Two Pokemon and their respective trainers sat in the dry arena. A small four-legged turtle made of rocks and steel pawed at the ground indifferently. On the other side of the field his opponent, a black-feathered crow with a fabulous hat-shaped adornment, smoothed his down between nervous chirps at his trainer. The floor of the arena, while silty and solid, was covered in the flickering lines of light bent through water. The Murkrow stood in one of the jagged squares cast on the ground, cautiously shuffling about whenever an edge bulged too close.




Bendigeidfran hydrophobic shuddering stilled as the commands were given. Good, he thought, the faster he can finish this up, the better. With a nod to his trainer he took to the air, taking the initiative with him. The Aron looked up at him with his beady blue eyes, betraying no emotion. Until a yelp escaped him when Bendigeidfran drew close. The bird held his talons out, dagger-like points set into yellow claws. Sharpened as they might be, a prime intimidation tactic at least, he opted to instead kick at the dirt in front of the Aron, smirking as he flew past. Havel sputtered as some of the coarse particles entered his eye holes, fogging up his vision somewhat. He growled in retaliation at the blurred black blob that was settling down across from him, and attempted to shake a stubby fist at it when it didn't respond. Bendigeidfran was puzzled as to why his opponent was barking at a large rock.

Having finished his tirade, Havel stamped his forelegs on the ground; causing a localized quake to ripple out from under him. As the rings of rising dust settled, an intense rumbling filled the air. The spectators outside the dome gripped their seats, hard pressed for purchase while underwater. Deep beneath the earth, ancient stones rose to Havel’s call. Diamond shaped shards of rock flew out of the ground and levitated beside the Aron. Havel roared and threw them in the general direction of Bendigeidfran, surely there were enough stones that some of them would hit. Bendigeidfran shrieked as the sharpened projectiles drew close, he shut his eyes just in time feel one whiz past his beak. The rush of air blew him backwards a bit, but he was altogether unarmed. The rock punctured the edge of the dome, causing a splash. The droplets behaved like they were in a pool, and someone just dropped something in; immediately reforming into the shape without a single particle spread to the floor.

Bendigeidfran peeked at Havel, who was preparing another well-aimed stone to kill a bird with. Before the steel-type could react, the Murkrow had flung itself through the air and at his foe. A feathery mass of wing slapped into the Aron's thick exoskeleton, leaving it and the connecting steel-type upended. Havel wiggled his stubby legs from his now prone position, moving them back and forth until he could get enough momentum to jump back up.

He’d show that stupid bird! Having steadied his rocking, he took one more bounding arc forward. In one motion, Havel flung himself up and roared another stone at the Murkrow. Bendigeidfran tensed, but then sighed with relief when the offending rock zoomed into the dome’s outer reaches, slowing slightly when Havel realized there was no point continuing when he couldn’t see his enemy. He tried pawing at his eyes, and other than his arms actually being too small and blunt, the grime had settled inside his shell and flicked about his eye-fluid whenever he moved. Havel mewled sadly.

Bendigeidfran almost felt bad when he came back around for another ambush. This time, his opponent would be caught completely unawares, the little guy wasn’t even looking his way. The Murkrow swooped in and slowed his descent somewhat, enough to outstretch a wing. Orders were orders though, there was no place for remorse here. Bendigeidfran chuckled to himself, he was indeed the darkest of dark types. He was so preoccupied that he didn’t notice his wing slam downwards into the Aron’s neck joint. Havel cried out as the sudden shock flew through his system, his blood felt like liquid electricity. Underneath his shell, he wailed silently as the spark bounced about his system, completely unimpeded by his thick hide. He was so used to slightly numbed, dulled blows, that the sharpness, the intensity, the heat, was one hell of a revelation. He narrowed his eyes at the bird, who himself seemed somewhat startled, and nudged his head almost imperceptibly at the Murkrow. Instantly, a stone threw itself out of the ground, fired like a missile straight from the earth itself. The point slammed into Bendigeidfran, sending him careening through the air. He grimaced and tried to descend, shaking away the dizziness caused by a rock to the face. He straightened his neck and gripped the ground tightly with his talons, refusing to let go.



Calculations:
Bendigeidfran’s Health:
100 – 10 (Ancient Power) = 90%

Bendigeidfran’s Energy:
100 – 2 (Mud-Slap) – 4 (Sucker Punch) – 4 (Sucker Punch) = 90%

Havel’s Health:
100 – 4 (Mud-Slap) – 10 (Sucker Punch) – 14 (Sucker Punch) = 72%

Havel’s Energy:
100 – 2 (Ancient Power) – 2 (Ancient Power) – 2 (Ancient Power) = 94%

Notes:
-I’ve taken Accuracy drops per the games, so a first stage accuracy drop is a 0.75x multiplier on the original accuracy. I haven’t found a reference to Accuracy stages on the forums, so I’m running with this. If it’s wrong, please let me know and I’ll reref the round immediately.
-The RNG was not kind this round. Or it was, depending on your perspective.
-Super Luck boosts all critical chances by one stage, so all of Ben's moves this round had a 20% chance to crit.
-Damnit Game Freak, Sucker Punch made way more sense when you called it Ambush.
-Comments on prose are greatly appreciated :D
-berd

-Murkrow commands next.

Let's hope you keep your luck this turn. Start off with swagger, then use psych up. If you've taken any damage this round, use protect, otherwise use feint attack.


Swagger ~ Psych Up ~ Protect/Feint Attack

Protect against dat swagga, then Rock Slide to bait him into protecting. While he's busy doing that, ignore him and Curse.

Protect ~ Rock Slide ~ Curse

Bendigeidfran nearly upended himself with laughter, a violent fitful of guffaws and chortles along with hearty points and glares at Havel. Of course, all of this was an act. Deep down the bird was afraid beyond comprehension. Those stones could tear his wing in half, and he had to keep dodging them. Havel only has to land one. The Murkrow’s infuriation tactics cease as this realization sagged his feathers. Hey, at least his opponent will be a bit tipsier now, right? Havel grinned from behind a large green translucent sphere. Bendigeidfran gulped.

The Murkrow, now a tad unnerved, lifted a drooping wing to his face and flaps, trying to keep away some nonexistent heat. I…well, maybe he should do the same thing his opponent is doing? That way he could…maybe, uh, possibly have to only land one attack? Yeah! Get inside his head, read his perspective! All that thinky mumbo jumbo. Bendigeidfran set to work, placing his wings on his hat-shaped headfeathers and shutting his eyes. He bobbed his head from the left to the right, trying to tap into the right psychic wavelength, it was a bit of a chore for a dark type but he finally got i-

ROCKS ROCKS ROCKS OH LOOK A BERD ROCKS MMM ROCKS WHY ARE WE UNDERWATER

Oooookay, that was enough of that. ROCKS Bendigeidfran shook his head; it felt heavy, like dirt had settled on him while he had been away. When he opened his eyes, he noticed that Havel was a bit more blurry, like he was in the distance. He raised a wing to his eye and folded in the tips instinctively, up close seemed fine. He looked at the Aron again, barely able to make out the stubby legs being raised into the air.

Havel reared up on his hind legs, and found he didn’t like it up this high, oh dear it was scary, it made him nauseous and let’s come down now. Continuing his intended move, but with a bit more vigour, he slammed his forelegs down into the ground. There was a rumble as the earth unsettled and turned about in its underwater slumber. A few feet from the steel type the ground burst open, pockets of earth shooting into the sky. They arced through the expanse of the dome and hailed Bendigeidfran with their sharpness.

The Murkrow gacked as the rocks sliced through his wings and ruffled his feathers. It was easy to avoid those sharp rocks, but these seemed more…blocky? More blurry, at least. He couldn’t tell where they flew in from, and they just kept coming. Enough, was enough, he wailed and threw up his arms. The light seemed to gleam around him, followed by a rising barrier of green. It just sat there for a moment, before its owner realised that the stone salvo had stopped. Now he just looked funny, he huffed.

Havel swayed his head from side to side, to his foe it looked like he was shaking his head- after all, Bendigeidfran had some pretty lackluster vision now. But in reality, the Aron was chanting demoniac incantations the only way he knew how. Through interpretive dance. He began to mix up his routine, shifting his head up this time. And then down again. Oh man he would revolutionize Aron get-togethers with this. Forget lateral thinking, this was vertical thinking. As if to comment on his horrible idea, the ground beneath him shuddered and faded from brown into a faint purple. Though only for a moment, it was still enough to pull out the edges of Havel’s form. An invisible, almost sinister grip, tugged at the very outline of the Aron in this realm, he felt his shell expand and his arms grow thicker. The price, at least the only one he could feel, was that he was a bit more sluggish.




Rolls:
Rock Slide: Accuracy (61/100, needed 68 or lower to hit, HIT), Effect Chance (82/100, NO EFFECT)


Calculations:
Bendigeidfran’s Health:
90 – 12 (Rock Slide) = 78%

Bendigeidfran’s Energy:
90 – 4 (Swagger) – 2 (Psych Up) – 2 (Protect) = 82%

Havel’s Health:
72%

Havel’s Energy:
94 – 2 (Protect) – 4 (Rock Slide) – 3 (Curse) = 85%

Notes:
-Made Protect cost its base of 2 energy, since much effort isn’t needed to erect a swaggerbarrier.
-Psych Up copies all stat changes, so now both of them need some glasses.
-An alternative reading of Bendigeidfran’s Swagger:

-Sangfroidish is up next.

Keep it up with the Rock Slides. If he protects, detects, or flies out of reach use Curse some more, and kill clones with Shock Wave.

Rock Slide/Curse/Shock Wave x3

Use protect first, then try using psych up again. If your accuracy is still impaired use feint attack, otherwise use sucker punch again.

Protect ~ Psych Up ~ Feint Attack/Sucker Punch

Bendigeidfran eyed his opponent, noting the way the Aron kept stock still. Absolutely unmoving. That wily rock-eater was up to something, he just knew it. Pre-emptive it might be, the Murkrow flung his arms out once again, and plates of hardened green light folded into existence around him. His suspicions were well founded, as Havel scowled from the other side of the arena. He was stationary primarily because he had figured out how to get rid of the grime in his eyes, not because he was an Aron- that was a different kind of stationary. All he had to do was blink really fast and stand really still. Pretty simple stuff. The grime puffed out of his nostrils, well-filtered. He brought his paw up, wishing to share his victory over the dirt, and by extension the Murkrow. His stubbed claw jabbed the ground, a thump like a full sack hitting plastic echoed within itself, resonating over and over throughout the dome. A second pulse of purple spread from beneath the Aron. Havel noted how similar it looked to him wetting himself, if the observer was far away and ten years old. The leg that thumped the ground grew in size, it punctured the now much softer earth. At least, it was soft to Havel. He wiggled it about in place, grinning inwardly at its newfound weight. Then he noticed the wiggling made marks on the earth and started to draw rocks.

Bendigeidfran brought his arms back down. He shuddered to think how simplified his foe’s thoughts must be now. Because to a bird, being slow meant being simple. He placed his wingtips on his head and channeled once more, squawking drily in an attempt to chant; they burst into half-gasps when he enter-

ROCKS? ROCKS YEAH ROCKS. ROCKS ROCKS. I AM AN ARTISTE, BIRD-MAN. HI BIRD-MAN!

Bendigeidfran snapped his eyes open. He nearly fell over when he did. A glance down revealed that his feet were much larger. The ringed segments seemed thicker. He stretched his talons reflexively, it was like they were wrapped in bandages. He could still feel the foot underneath, but it was numbed by…itself?

Havel raised his other paw, aiming to produce a symphony of stone shrapnel. He brought it down next to the existing crack, this time with a loud crash. The ground, already compacting slightly under his weight, shuddered. The dirt in front of Bendigeidfran exploded, Havel had aimed the burst for right where the barrier fell, for insult to stoning. Stones like bullets ripped through the Murkrow’s down. He shrieked and clutched his wing, why were they so painful? His arm was thicker, more feathery; it had to add some defense right? He peeked from under his wing at Havel. Wait…he was larger too.

Havel readied another bombardment of stones. Bendigeidfran narrowed his eyes, he would strike first! He cawed and spun in place, unfolding his wings from their protective positioning. After a twirl on his talons, leaving a spiral of dust on the ground, he shot into the sky. He moved so quickly that his beak touched the edge of the dome, sending out a ripple. The lake’s weight rumbled above him. He cawed and zoomed down towards Havel, the shrill cry fanning out into the water above. Havel raised a paw to shield the blow, and he almost heard the faintest cackle. Bendigeidfran swerved in the air, flipping himself so that his back was facing the Aron. The momentum of his dive carried him forward, closer and closer to the Aron. He outstretched his wing when he drew close, and as he slid past the steel type he gave him a thump in the back of the head. His talons gripped at the dirt and he skidded to a stop several feet from his foe.

Havel fell onto his head. He was more or less standing, but upside down. The wonder rushed from his head when the blood got there, and he began to wiggle his legs out of instinct. Not trying to push himself back to the ground, but trying to pull the ground back up to him. He didn’t like the rocks being the sky being the rocks. The struggling worked somewhat, except not as localised as he presumed. The ground beneath Bendigeidfran cracked and flew up. The bird shrieked and tried to lift off, but the ground he was on was moving faster than he was. A jagged piece of rock flew into the air, slicing through his wing. The Murkrow opened his beak to cry out, but was silenced by another stone thumping against it. He twirled in the air, weaving betweent he stones. But the first strike had offset his rhythm and he bumped into a rock, then shrieked and flew to the side, into another. A final stone smacked into his chest and threw him into the air. He twirled for a bit, like a rising drill-tip and then gravity took ahold. Even while disoriented, his instincts threw out his wings. They weren’t enough, however, and he smacked onto the ground, now much more dizzy than his upside down opponent. So dizzy that he didn’t notice Havel had righted himself once more, finished with his topsy-turvy adventure.




Calculations:
Bendigeidfran’s Health:
78 – 12 (Rock Slide) – 12 (Rock Slide) = 54%

Bendigeidfran’s Energy:
82 – 2 (Protect) – 6 (Psych Up) – 4 (Sucker Punch) + 1 (Psych Up Error from last round) = 71%

Havel’s Health:
72 – 10 (Sucker Punch) = 62%

Havel’s Energy:
85 – 3 (Curse) – 4 (Rock Slide) – 4 (Rock Slide) = 74%

Notes:
-Mud Slap is exactly what it says on the tin, just a bit of grime in the eye. It’ll eventually go away, or be rubbed out, and whatnot. If the Accuracy drop was from, let’s say, frying someone’s eyeballs with a Flash, then I’d consider keeping it there until it was changed by a Hone Claws or something. As such, Mud Slap’s Accuracy drop wore off at the end of action one, that way it’s exactly two rounds since it was used. If you guys disagree with this, just bring it up and I’ll change it, with sufficient reasoning.
-Rock Slide on the third action got a flinch off, so Bendi’s first action next round will be flinched. The RNG giveth and the RNG taketh away. Flinches don't work that way, Bendi's fine on the next action.
-Last round I made Psych Up cost 2 energy, while only changing 1 stage’s worth of stats. As such I’ve refunded 1 energy this round. There was also a bit of a fatfinger of the old keyboard, where I put Bendi's energy as 72 instead of 82 last round. HOW COULD YOU GUYS NOT NOTICE THIS FOR SHAME Fixed.

-Murkrow up to the helm.

Okay, I don't want to risk another swagger in case the confusion doesn't have much of an affect. Use confuse ray instead. If he protects on the first turn, use confuse ray again, otherwise use sucker punch.

On the last action, if you haven't done any damage yet, use feint attack, otherwise what the hell, use thunder wave.

Confuse Ray ~ Confuse Ray/Sucker Punch ~ Feint Attack/Thunder Wave

rocksrocksrocksrocksrocksrocksrocks

Anyway, let's Chill for two rounds to clear our head and make that Sucker Punch useless, and then try another Rock Slide.

Chill ~ Chill ~ Rock Slide

Bendigeidfran righted himself after that battle against the rocky eruption, and proceeded to shake his head. He clicked his beak to check if it was all there. He cracked his neck to check if he could still feel. Yep, all good there. He turned his attention to the horizon, or what it would be beyond the dome. His gaze fell on a besnorkelled spectator munching on some fries. The Murkrow nodded his head, rising and falling slowly but in extravagantly large movements. The spectator pushed a finger against his chest. Bendigeidfran nodded quicker. He squinted and noticed the look in the bird’s eyes. Something inside him stirred, filling him with purpose. His hand gripped the side of his wetsuit. He knew what must be done. He flickered the safety flashlight repeatedly. Havel looked up from his beautiful rocky paintings( that one was a rock and that one was a rock, that was a boulder, that one was a rock…). His pupils shrunk in shock. The blinking was like a point of sharp light in the middle of the swallowing darkness. He felt the sounds of the sea around him, slowly growing closer. The light seemed somehow amplified, but Havel couldn’t decipher Bendigeidfran’s smirking expression, or his glowing eyes.

The dome was spinning around him, the shapes melting into thick, inky lines, merging into a moving painting that bulged and contracted in places. He did what any Aron would do in this situation, what any Pokemon should do, his kind believed. He sat down on his behind and closed his eyes. Think calming thoughts, he sighed. Think calming rocks. Think rocking rocks. Rock rocking rocks. Rocks.

Bendigeidfran’s eyes stopped glowing, and he waved away the man with the flashlight, having manipulated the light enough. He moved up to the still form of the steel type, hopping along the dirt. He craned his neck this way and that, scrutinizing every aspect of the Aron. Yep, he was aslee- Havel’s eyes snapped open. Bendigeidfran shrieked and fell back. Two pinpricks of black light shifted in their blue iris, sinking to face Bendigeidfran. The Murkrow didn’t notice he wasn’t breathing. Havel’s eyes snapped shut again. Bendigeidfran blinked. What?

Is he off in some dreamscape? Uh…there is a battle going on here, bud. He tapped a wingfinger on the tip of Havel’s head-plate. Nope, nothing. A handful of feathers stroked the bottom of Bendigeidfran’s beak, and he looked up in thought. His wing snapped to attention, pointing upwards, and his beak unclasped as the idea took hold. In a puff of black light shaped like it would be smoke, he disappeared.

Havel opened his eyes, where was bird-man? As if on cue, a cackling boomed from behind him. He swerved around, twisting his torso so his forelegs fell onto the ground again. Nothing. A beak thrusted into the gap between his head-plate and his shell, smacking into a much more soft inner shelling. Havel yelped, and thundered his head back round. Nothing. He felt the beat of wings above him, and a gentle breeze fell across him. A talon clasped the tip of his head, and laughter followed.

Havel pouted. That was not very nice, bird-man. He threw his head back, a ring of stones flung up from the ground. They jabbed into the bird above, and a shriek was heard. Havel smiled, his eyes closed into happy arches.




Calculations:
Bendigeidfran’s Health:
54 – 12 (Rock Slide) = 42%

Bendigeidfran’s Energy:
71 – 4 (Confuse Ray) – 4 (Sucker Punch) – 2 (Feint Attack) = 61%

Havel’s Health:
62 – 10 (Feint Attack, Crit) = 52%

Havel’s Energy:
74 + 10 (Chill) + 10 (Chill) – 4 (Rock Slide) = 90%

Notes:
-I’m not sure how Chills interact exactly with Confusion chances, so I rolled for the 50% confusion chance on action one, but then it halved after the chill. Then it just cleared up.
-Underwater fries. Yes. Make it happen.

-Sangfroidish’s turn on the jetski.

TruetoCheese said:

-I’m not sure how Chills interact exactly with Confusion chances, so I rolled for the 50% confusion chance on action one, but then it halved after the chill. Then it just cleared up.

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With things like this, I personally reduce the affliction's duration by one extra action for every action that counteracts it. Thus clearing one's mind from confusion would knock off two actions' worth of duration in one action.

Anyhoo. Just keep it coming with the rocks rocks rocks rocksrocksrocks, Havel; let's switch to Rock Tombs instead of Slides for some variety. Hone Claws if he protects or flies out of range, Shock Wave if there are clones. You know the drill.

Rock Tomb/Hone Claws/Shock Wave x3

It doesn't look too hopeful. A taunt or a torment might break his strategy but it would still end up causing less damage than if we just played it straight with three Sucker Punches.

Just try to get it confused for the first two actions. Use Sucker Punch if it gets confused straight away, and use it as your third move regardless.

Confuse Ray ~ Confuse Ray/Sucker Punch ~ Sucker Punch

Bendigeidfran was inspecting his wing-fingers when he heard his next series of orders. A certain nonchalance had settled over him, his eyes were foggy and his beaky gaze aloof. He cocked his head to the side and flapped the man with the flashlight closer. His other wing pointed a sharp feather at the Aron on the other side of the arena. A flashlight flickered between begrudging groans. Havel wobbled in place, everything was moving again. He didn’t like it when the solids (what Arons call rocks) started moving like the liquids (not-rocks). It upset the fine granular balance the world had. He wanted the water to be still and not shuffle the rocks about in his head, it was mean and uncalled for. The rocks hadn’t done anything. He huffed, exhaling two fine jets of smoke through his nostrils and rolled over on his side. He hit the ground with a thump and started smacking where he thought the water had stolen the rock from with his head.

The Murkrow was surprised his trick had worked again, and waved off the pudgy fan by the edge of the dome. His outstretched wing, still waving, found itself automatically clench into a fist. His irritation was growing, at least. And he was noticing it. Bendigeidfran flew forward and sliced a wing into the prone Aron’s weak neck-plating. Havel winced as the heavy feathers pressed into the soft metal. The pain ran through him like a molten knife, shooting up his neck and spraying it into his head. The sudden jolt was enough to shake him free of his stupor. He pawed at the ground and dragged himself up, his larger feet were kind of an issue when on the ground, but it didn’t matter anymore. Havel wanted to thank the Murkrow, he’d helped him decide which part of the world was rocks again. Arons have only one method of thanking people. And that’s through rocks.

Havel lifted up his hind legs for this maneuver, a signal to Bendigeidfran that it was going to be a bit different. He tensed his wing muscles and slowed his circling flight to observe the geographical workings below. Havel’s shaking had lifted up several rough boulders, pockmarked with craters. The steel type nudged his head and threw the rocks at Bendigeidfran, who cried out as they slammed into him midair. It almost missed him, and he had prepped himself to dodge, but he didn’t account for the increased mass offsetting the stone’s path. The sheer weight of the large boulders caused more pain than the sharpened ones ever could. Those simply nicked his wings and sliced through wayward feathers. These hit him face on, caused his muscle tissue to beat about his fragile bones like it was rattling a cage. He dropped to the ground, wings folded around a boulder.



Calculations:
Bendigeidfran’s Health:
54 – 13 * 2 (Rock Tomb) = 28%

Bendigeidfran’s Energy:
61 – 4 (Confuse Ray) -4 * 2 (Sucker Punches) =49%

Havel’s Health:
62 – 1 (Confusion Self-Hit) – 14 * 2 (Sucker Punches, Critical Hit) = 33%

Havel’s Energy:
90 – 3 * 2 (Rock Tombs) = 84%

Notes:
-Confusion had slightly reduced effectiveness since Havel’s been confused quite recently. It started at moderate this go round.
-Though Havel’s confusion cleared up completely after the two crits smacked him around.
-Fused the descriptions for actions 2 and 3, since they were the same thing.
-I’ll try out the confusion drops per action instead of chance in another battle, I’ll be uniform and stick with the one I’ve already used.

-Murkrow’s been caught on the whaling ship.

Yeah, I don't think this confusion tactic is going to continue paying off.

My best bet is probably just hoping for more crits. I'm wary about using sucker punch since he can just choose not to attack. But... if he doesn't then that's probably no harm done to us. So go on, sucker punch!

Sucker Punch ~ Sucker Punch ~ Sucker Punch

Just end him with Head Smash. One hit should just smack him down to 0%, but if he's still around use Shock Wave to finish him. If you miss, try again and use Rest on the third action.

Head Smash ~ Shock Wave/Head Smash ~ Rest

It was Bendigeidfran’s last stand, and by god he would make sure it was the greatest. He pulled a wing back, smoothed out the ruffled, dust-coated feathers cowlicked on his hat. They swung up again, and he felt the twing in his scalp as it did so, but he didn’t care anymore. It was for the theatrics more than anything. He knew that some strange, arcane power resided inside him. It only came up a few times, a bit more frequent when he used a certain kind of move. But maybe he could sway it- maybe he could at least convince it.

Bendigeidfran threw himself into the air, he could no longer take off gracefully and had to operate on scaring his wings into motion. His instincts didn’t like rocks now, and he had to remind them. He dove headfirst into Havel, not bothering for any more of his theatrics, that occult power wouldn’t like it overstrung, he could tell. It liked nice, clean, easy sweeps. His beak tapped into the Aron’s hard face-plate and he swung over him midair. In a panic, the Murkrow gripped on the closest thing he could: Havel’s neck.

The Aron shrieked, causing the dome to vibrate like tsunami was about to come crashing down on them. The claws dug into his soft neck-plating, sending sparks up and down his body. The Murkrow’s grip tightened for a moment, causing Havel’s cry to grow ever more shriller, as he tried to right himself. With a flutter of his wings, he thumped off the Aron and onto the ground, roosting shakily before plummeting in a mess of feathers. Beneath his closed beak, resigned to his fate, Bendigeidfran was grinning. That chaotic god out there really did like him.

Havel walked up, paws slamming into the earth. Bendigeidfran wondered if he was pounding the ground with such force, or maybe it was just him hearing it through the cold, damp stone for the first time. The clattering echoed in his head, growing louder with the Aron’s approach. Havel stared down the bird, it was all or nothing now. He pulled up the front of his body with a leap, ceasing the trembling of the earth. Bendigeidfran braced himself.

Havel’s whole front had lifted into the air, and he didn’t bring his paws down to right himself. As gravity willed, his hard metal head swung towards the Murkrow. He closed his eyes as he impacted...with the ground? He appeared to have headbutted his friendly rocks. He apologised profusely and began to dust himself off.

Bendigeidfran took one last chance to lash out at his foe, cackling wildly with death's delight. He was given a chance, by that strange chaotic force that lay dormant within him. He didn't think he'd feel so alive on death's door. His talon kicked into Havel's face, knocking him back and releasing the sound of metal crushing against metal.

Havel scowled and aligned his neck plating with his head, bowing it down low. He charged forward, eyes wrenched shut, and slammed into Bendigeidfran. The impact crushed bone, and he could hear cracked coughs being pushed out from the bird's lungs and out his mouth. His head wracked with pain as he charged onwards. His pace slowed, feet now simply tapping at the ground, their attunement to stone withering away. He grew weaker, and found he couldn't open his eyes. Gravity tugged at his side, and he obliged. He felt the smack of his shell against the ground, but even as the momentum died in his stationary rolling, he felt it grow farther and farther away from him.




Calculations:
Bendigeidfran’s Health:
28 – 28 (Head Smash) = rocked.

Bendigeidfran’s Energy:
49 – 4 (Sucker Punch) – 4 (Sucker Punch) = 41%

Havel’s Health:
33 – 14 (Sucker Punch, Critical Hit) - 10 (Sucker Punch) – 14 (Head Smash Recoil) = feathered.

Havel’s Energy:
84 – 8 (Head Smash) - 8 (Head Smash) = 68%

Notes:
-Now that bird knows how to bounce in style.
-You have no idea how hard I had to resist writing a dapper punch for Bendi’s last blowout.
-Sturdy doesn't work against recoil damage.

-Murkrow sends out, Sangfroidish sends out and commands, Murkrow commands.