Mawile vs. Blazie, Round Five
Pre-Round Stats
Mawile (2/2 Pokémon Remaining)
Shadow (F) [Insomnia]
Health: 42%
Energy: 40%
Status: Seeded (-1% health/action); uncomfortable, but glad she could vent her anger
Shadow's Commands:
Spite/Magic Coat/Calm Mind ~ Icy Wind/Magic Coat ~ Icy Wind/Magic Coat
Blazie (2/2 Pokémon Remaining)
Holly (F) [Overgrow]
Health: 44%
Energy: 54%
Status: Finally ready to take Shadow seriously, and not happy about it
Holly's Commands:
Screech ~ Seed Bomb ~ Seed Bomb
Imprison: Blazie's pokémon cannot use thunder wave, confuse ray or shadow ball (1 action remaining)
Arena : Boring Enclosed White Room
It's just as the title says-it's a plain white room that is big enough to hold about 5 Wailords.
Round Five: Begin
Being bludgeoned over the head repeatedly by a magical disappearing ghost is... not fun! Holly takes a few tentative steps back from where Shadow still hovers, eying the shuppet warily. At first, one might mistake the deep breath she takes in for nervousness; when she closes her eyes, puts her hands over her earholes and lets loose with a horrible, keening screech, however, the treecko's intentions become clear. The harsh noise rattles any unprotected eardrums in the vicinity with no remorse, sending Shadow in particular into a minor fit of extreme discomfort; even the inky tendrils of Shadow's earlier imprison seem to shy away from Holly, backing off toward one of the featureless walls before retreating into their own shadows and disappearing.
Shadow's ears continue to ring long after Holly finally quiets down, and she has to stop for a moment and try to clear her head before making her next move. Uncomfortable as she is already feeling, she'd really rather not have to continue to put up with more godawful screaming on top of that. Another dark mist, not entirely unlike the wispy imprison that dissolved mere moments ago, seeps its way outward from Shadow's body and creeps across the white expanse. The mist settles around Holly's head, and the treecko suddenly finds herself feeling a lot more uncomfortable than she had been before. It is almost as if tiny voices are whispering in her ears, nagging and tittering incessantly to themselves about her. The words are faint, broken, disjointed, but they get their message across with cruel efficiency—
pathetic, really, that such a supposedly confident pokémon can't do any better than flail around and scream. Isn't screaming for people who are
losing? Is she a
loser? Probably she's a loser, then.
Holly wraps her arms around herself and whimpers a little, thoroughly unsettled even as the spiteful mist fades away. She's not a loser, she tells herself, she's
not a loser, and she's going to prove it to those awful snickering voices starting by never ever screaming like that again. Probably never. She'd really rather not.
Besides, she reasons, shaking her head so as to get a grip on herself, she can prove herself a non-loser even more expeditiously by simply beating the tar out of her ghostly opponent. She knows the drill by now—she spits a cluster of volatile seeds across the room, smirking to herself as each tiny bundle of energy detonates upon contact with the shuppet's semi-corporeal body. Shadow is rocked right out of the air by the blast, and she remains on the grounds for a few moments; she is still somewhat frazzled by the screech.
Sore all over and now quite worried about her condition, Shadow decides to change tack. She's only going to be worse off if the treecko continues to get the jump on her all the time; she's got to find a way to slow Holly down and give herself more time to get the situation back under control. She hovers back into the air and shuts her eyes, exerting her ghostly influence on the air immediately around her. The temperature in her immediate vicinity falls off suddenly, and her tattered bottom flutters gently in the beginnings of a breeze. Within seconds the mild, chilly breeze is cranked up to a vicious, hissing wind, however, one that blasts its way across the featureless white room and batters Holly mercilessly. The treecko glances frantically to either side, hoping in vain for some sort of structure she might take shelter behind. None is available, unfortunately, and so she is forced to curl into a little ball so as to present as small a target to the icy gale as possible.
Shadow can only keep the assault up for so long, and after a moment or so she relaxes and allows the breeze to peter out. It takes a few seconds for Holly to uncurl herself after all that, and she winces as each movement cracks the paper-thin ice that is now coating much of her back and sides. The little grass-type, relatively comfortable only moments before, is now unpleasantly wet and cold. She has to fight to keep her shivering from throwing off her aim as she spits another volley of seeds, and indeed a few of them do in fact sail right by the hovering shuppet. Enough of them hit their mark for the resulting explosions to floor Shadow, however.
The air around Shadow is already painfully cold when she picks herself up from the ground; she can't afford to waste any more time taking Holly down, and with the heart of the leech seed still buried deep in her side, safe from the blasts, she is growing wearier and wearier by the second. Holly is once again battered by the fierce, icy wind, so cold and harsh that she dares not even keep her eyes open for fear of them icing over. Her back is almost whitish with frost when the attack finally stops, and she is feeling more miserable than she can remember being in a long, long while. A faint, greenish light surrounds Holly's body as her inner reserves of grass-type energy instinctively kick into overdrive, but she is far too cold to pay the rush of power any heed.
Round Five: Close
Post-Round Stats
Mawile (2/2 Pokémon Remaining)
Shadow (F) [Insomnia]
Health: 11%
Energy: 23%
Status: Defense -2; Seeded (-1% health/action); aching all over and close to passing out
Blazie (2/2 Pokémon Remaining)
Holly (F) [Overgrow]
Health: 25%
Energy: 38%
Status: Overgrow active; Speed -2; Screech spited; uncomfortably cold and only slightly consoled by her opponent's sorry state
Arena Status: A few bits of seed are scattered on the ground beneath Shadow.
Ref's Notes
-Here, have a painfully-late reffing just in time for Christmas and too late for Hanukkah or... something.
-fyi, each level of speed reduction takes 10 points from a pokémon's base speed. Holly is currently still faster than Shadow by five points.
-Blazie attacks first next round.