Icy winds howl through the snowfield, the same as they have for over two decades. The weatherbeaten old pillars that mark the edges of the arena are half-buried beneath drifts of white powder, and the deep snow all around lies smooth and undisturbed. It's been quite some time since any have braved the elements in order to venture out to this remote place.
Today, however, three adventurous souls have come to have a battle in this desolate arena. It's impossible to tell who is who, bundled up as they all are in bulky parkas, face masks, and goggles; they communicate through hand gestures, the howling wind easily drowning out their voices, and after some confusion manage to get themselves arranged around the battlefield, the two challengers facing one another and the referee off to one side. At some signal obscured by the blizzard, the trainers hurl their pokéballs to the center of the ring and release their fighters in twin flashes of light.
On one side of the arena, Nightstalker the scyther immediately sinks his claws deep into the snow, bending into the wind to brace himself against the fury of the gale. The scyther watches his opponent with eyes narrowed against pelting ice; Phineh the phione doesn't look much happier than him, being sunk nearly up to its midriff in the snow and with its antennae being blown every which way by the blizzard's gusts. The scyther draws his blades across one another as he waits for the battle to begin--and hopefully it will do so soon; certainly nobody wants to remain here longer than they have to.
Round One
Blackthorne Steele (OOO)
Nightstalker (M) <Swarm>
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
Commands:
- Freezing already.
X-Scissor (OOO)
Phineh (X) <Hydration>
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
Commands:
- Mired in deep snow.
Nightstalker crosses his blades over his chest, closing his eyes for a moment as he collects himself, shoving aside the stiffness in his joins caused by the biting cold and the sting of ice pelting his body. His attention is focused solely on the battle and thoughts of winning. Meanwhile, glands in Phineh's skin begin to secrete a thick mucous, slathering its entire body with a sticky coat of slime that traps in moisture and provides a protective barrier against the elements.
With his mind prepared, Nighstalker opens his eyes again, ready to begin the fight in earnest. Dashing forward as best he can despite the hindering snow, the scyther comes to stand over his smaller opponent, scythes raised and edged with green light. He brings them slicing down in a neat X-cut, biting into Phineh's chest. The phione responds by blasting a thick stream of bubbles at the scyther's face; though its aim proves a little off, plenty of the attack still strike's Nighstalker's head, driving him back a pace.
Phineh then folds its hands in front of it, channeling energy out into a faint, translucent shield that surrounds it in a bubble of protective force. The protect sizzles and sparks as snow is driven up against it, and Nightstalker smirks at the sight; well, no point in attacking now. He might as well take this opportunity to raise his fighting prowess some more. The scyther's blades flash through the air as he moves from fighting stance to fighting stance, progressing fluidly through different forms as he practices his striking positions and boosts his confidence.
Blackthorne Steele (OOO)
Nightstalker (M) <Swarm>
Health: 93%
Energy: 90%
Used: Focus Energy ~ X-Scissor ~ Swords Dance
- Self-assured and ready to get down to business. Focused. +2 Attack
X-Scissor (OOO)
Phineh (X) <Hydration>
Health: 90%
Energy: 91%
Used: Acid Armor ~ Bubblebeam ~ Protect
- In good shape. Rather slimy. +2 Defense
Terrain Notes
A perpetual blizzard pounds the arena (hail in effect).
Final Notes
- The team you have when a battle thread is created is the team that you use over the course of the whole fight; any changes you make to your team in the interim are irrelevant.
- Phineh's bubblebeam was a glancing blow.
- Blackthorne Steele attacks first next round.