Glace vs Sweet Silver Nightmare

=ROUND SIX=
Glace (ƟƟƟ)

Good Sir (M)
Ability: Synchronise
Health: 45% | Energy: 32%
Direct healing: 0/3 | Chills: 0/5
Mood: "this is easy :3".
Status: +1 Sp. Atk, +1 Sp. Def. Burned (3% damage per round, -1% damage from physical attacks).
Dream Eater/Protect/Snatch ~ Chill/Snatch ~ Hypnosis/Dream Eater/Snatch

Sweet Silver Nightmare (ƟƟƟ)

Embraea (F)
Ability: Flame Body
Health: 45% | Energy: 45%
Direct healing: 0/3 | Chills: 0/5
Mood: innocuously snoozing.
Status: +1 Speed. Asleep (moderate).
Chill/Bug Buzz ~ Chill/Bug Buzz ~ Chill/Bug Buzz


With his opponent dead to the world in her deep slumber, Good Sir is free to attack without resistance or retaliation, and is determined to see to it that Embraea's sleep is anything but sound. Two ominous red lights shine from underneath his helmet, presumably originating from his eyes, and a pink aura coats his opponent as she begins to twitch and mumble fretfully in her sleep. Small droplets break off from the aura encapsulating her body and swirl through the air to Good Sir, seeping through his mouth as several of the scrapes on his body miraculously begin to patch themselves up. When the light around her fades, calm washes across Embraea's previously troubled face, and she settles back down to a peaceful nap.

Good Sir eyes his opponent's rest enviously. Patching himself up with that Dream Eater felt pretty nice, but boy did it ever take it out of him. Reasoning that his opponent can hardly surprise attack him if he takes a breather, what with her being asleep and all, he heaves a heavy sigh of exhaustion and plops onto his back, taking the weight off his feet and restoring his energy while his slumbering foe does the same.

When the third action comes around and Good Sir is still slacking off, his trainer gets reasonably miffed. Storming over to him, Glace pokes the Ralts with their foot, until eventually the little fairy thing grumbles and climbs reluctantly to his feet. Eying his opponent, who is still happily snoozing, Good Sir is hit by another wave of jealousy, exacerbated this time by the fact he's not allowed to join her. He vents his envy by ruining Embraea's nap, his eyes again glowing like freaky red headlamps as she shines with pink energy that breaks off into orbs of health that rush to Good Sir's aid. Embraea, meanwhile, is understandably traumatised by the sensation of having her dream eaten, and her sleep grows more and more fitful until eventually her eyes snap open. Still alarmed by the awful experience of having her dreams devoured from her very mind, she instantly becomes incredibly alert (for someone who just woke up, anyway), darting her eye around the stadium for the source of the dreadful sensation, while Good Sir merely sits back lethargically, too full up on Embraea's dreams to even care that his burn is hurting.


Glace (ƟƟƟ)

Good Sir (M)
Ability: Synchronise
Health: 56% | Energy: 26%
Direct healing: 0/3 | Chills: 1/5
Mood: *burp*.
Status: +1 Sp. Atk, +1 Sp. Def. Burned (3% damage per round, -1% damage from physical attacks).
Dream Eater ~ Chill ~ Dream Eater

Sweet Silver Nightmare (ƟƟƟ)

Embraea (F)
Ability: Flame Body
Health: 19% | Energy: 75%
Direct healing: 0/3 | Chills: 3/5
Mood: "zzz-snrk...uh? Whazzat? Whazzapenn...?"
Status: +1 Speed..
Chill ~ Chill ~ Chill

=ARENA NOTES=
~ the rain has worn off. Medium-large puddles still remain, which are slowly drying up.

=REFEREE'S NOTES=
~ the stat targeted by Dream Eater on the third action wasn't specified, so it defaulted to health. (Which I'm fairly certain Glace was going for anyway but!)
~ Embraea woke up from the second Dream Eater.

=NEXT ROUND=
~ Sweet Silver Nightmare attacks
~ Glace attacks
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=ROUND SEVEN=
Glace (ƟƟƟ)

Good Sir (M)
Ability: Synchronise
Health: 56% | Energy: 26%
Direct healing: 0/3 | Chills: 1/5
Mood: *burp*.
Status: +1 Sp. Atk, +1 Sp. Def. Burned (3% damage per round, -1% damage from physical attacks).
Snatch ~ Psychic ~ Psychic

Sweet Silver Nightmare (ƟƟƟ)

Embraea (F)
Ability: Flame Body
Health: 9% | Energy: 75%
Direct healing: 0/3 | Chills: 3/5
Mood: "zzz-snrk...uh? Whazzat? Whazzapenn...?"
Status: +1 Speed..
Morning Sun/Protect ~ Bug Buzz/Protect ~ Bug Buzz/Protect


Embraea gives a ragged sigh of pain and exhaustion. The sound beating inflicted on her by Good Sir is beginning to wear her down, and the crowd's rigorous cheering for her opponent drives her almost to defeatism. She does have one last hope, however- one final trick up her sleeve to rebound and take back the match. Her eye closes, and as she begins to concentrate intensely, the sun's rays begin to beat down intensely on the arena. A white-hot aura embraces her body, and she feels solar energy flowing into her and restoring her injuries. But Good Sir, quite predictably, isn't having any of it. His arm glows with dark energy, and as he shoots out his hand in the direction of his opponent, it stretches out into a long band of shadow, sweeping across his opponent and peeling the sun-like glow right off of Embraea. The Larvesta feels the searing warmth right at her very core being leeched away, and opens her eye to see it encasing Good Sir, his body shining with solar radiance which dies down as every solitary scratch on his body is patched right up. Embraea lets out a screech of anger; that stealing lowlife conned her again!

Not wanting to take any more chances for her opponent to exploit her, Embraea adopts a full-on offensive, emitting another high-pitched insectoid whining at an ear-bleeding frequency. Good Sir wails in horror as he registers the sound, clutching at his ears and praying for the umpteenth time to never have to listen to such a dreadful noise again as it pummels his eardrums with the pure essence of misery. The pitch rises and rises until Good Sir swears his brains are about to ooze out of his ears. He tries desperately to compose himself to get out an attack; he can't take this a second longer. The damn buzzing must stop. But it invades his mind so deeply he can't even prepare an attack... grunting and writhing, he lets out a final, tortured scream before thrusting his hand out towards Embraea, pushing her back with a sudden burst of psychic energy that sends her flying straight into the front of the stands right at the end of the arena. The sound cuts out sharply, and Embraea plops to the ground with a dull thud, very clearly unconscious. The crowd cheers Good Sir's name uproariously, and though the cheering hurts his still-aching ears, he can't help being proud of his first victory.


Glace (ƟƟƟ)

Good Sir (M)
Ability: Synchronise
Health: 72% | Energy: 19%
Direct healing: 1/3 | Chills: 1/5
Mood: tuckered out, but pleased with his victory.
Status: +1 Sp. Atk, +1 Sp. Def. Burned (3% damage per round, -1% damage from physical attacks).
Snatch ~ Psychic

Sweet Silver Nightmare (XƟƟ)

Embraea (F)
Ability: Flame Body
Health: 0% | Energy: 32%
Direct healing: 0/3 | Chills: 3/5
Mood: knocked out!
Status: knocked out!
Morning Sun ~ Bug Buzz

=ARENA NOTES=
~ the rain has worn off. Medium-sized puddles still remain, which are slowly drying up.

=REFEREE'S NOTES=
~ argh I have not been keeping up with my reffings at all :< Sorry guys.
~ I'm not sure which Pokémon should have the Morning Sun counted against it for the direct healing limit, but it's hardly crucial so I went ahead and did the reffing without getting an answer on that.
~ hey, you remember that Future Sight from before? Completely forgot about that. So i just adjusted the figures this round and pretended I didn't. I R GUD IN REFING

=TURN ORDER=
~ Sweet Silver Nightmare sends out
~ Glace attacks
~ Sweet Silver Nightmare attacks
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