SomeGuy vs Legos

A grassy plain
A basic grassy field with no effects.​

Legos (Ooo)

Calypso (F) <Intimidate>
Health: 42%
Energy: 11%
- "Finally." +1 attack. Confused (severe).

SomeGuy (xOo)

Purplemon (M) <Poison Point>
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
- 'Yayyy!'​

While Calypso takes a break to celebrate her victory, the newly-released Purplemon closes his eyes and focuses his energy, preparing himself for what he believes will be an intense battle. He can feel his 'aura', so to speak, focusing; his mind grows sharp, and when he opens his eyes everything is clear and crisp. He can see exactly what needs to happen, it's just a question of pulling it off. Of course, if Calypso keeps snoozing the entire battle, it shouldn't pose much of a problem.

For the moment though, Purplemon doesn't need much focus to pull of his attack. He grabs some of his fur, the most prickly parts of it, and tosses it across the arena. The natural poison he has in his system and imbued within his spiky-fur goes along with it, and he knows whoever steps on one of those spikes will definitely feel it. He grins, hoping to see the results soon.

Not yet, though, because Calypso barely moves. She shifts to her feet, but no more, and shakes herself like a dog after a bath, releasing a ripple of electricity from her fur. The wave rushes towards Purplemon, yellow lightning soaking into his purple skin, and he twitches as his muscles tense up. He doesn't feel it so much yet, except it slows him down noticeably - he was only barely faster than Calypso, a bit more because she was so tired, but now - now he's slow. Sluggish. He frowns, but at least he can move. For now.

And, since Calypso seems completely preoccupied by visions unseen to anyone else - dancing cacnea before her eyes, so shiny and bewitching but really, really not there - Purplemon is free to run towards her, jump into the air and land flat on her side with a heavy whumf. Calypso gasps, wondering how the cacnea did that without touching her; she's already so lost and hurt and tired, and she doesn't even notice as Purplemon shoves himself off of her and walks a few steps away, rolling his eyes. She can't even react to his attack, how is he supposed to battle someone like this?​

A grassy plain
A basic grassy field with no effects.​

Legos (Ooo)

Calypso (F) <Intimidate>
Health: 35%
Energy: 16%
- *yawn* +1 attack. Confused (moderate).

SomeGuy (xOo)

Purplemon (M) <Poison Point>
Health: 100%
Energy: 86%
- 'Come onnnn!' Paralyzed (severe); focused (3 more rounds).​

Very carefully, and completely immobile, Calypso tilted her head sweetly and batted her eyes all doe-like. She gave a flirty smile, for once grateful she hadn't been sent out second in order to intimidate her foe - instead she was fresh, or well not so fresh, more puppy-eyed and sweet and wounded, a sympathetic opponent. So sad to see that Purplemon felt a twinge at his heartstrings, a guilty feeling, like how could anyone do anything to hurt that poor bruised shinx? It wouldn't necessarily stop him - he was no fool for love! But he wouldn't, probably, go as full out as he would otherwise have done. ... Probably.

He looked away, full of guilt, and began to sharpen his claws, gnawing at them with his rough teeth and digging at ground. He found a piece of would that would do, and began to scratch wildly at it, tearing it to shreds - when there was barely anything left, his claws sparkled in the sunlight, sharp as needles. He grinned; oh yes, they would do. But so sad he had to use them against that sweet innocent Calypso. Still... it would be terribly fun.

Calypso herself felt no such thing; her mind was losing it again, flickering in and out of consciousness, not aided by her terribly weak state. She lay down in the grass and closed her eyes, relaxing, and she felt the confusion slowly ebbing away. Very, very slowly, but most importantly, she was relaxing - and god she needed it.

She didn't notice, though, when Purplemon began to dig furiously, kicking up dirt into the air and rapidly making his way underground. Within moments he was nowhere to be seen, unless Calypso were to get up and walk over and see that he had, in fact, opened up a respectable hole in the ground. One she could probably make her way through if she tried; it was big enough, at least. But he was still digging down, kicking up dirt, flinging it everywhere. Not that Calypso would notice, since she still had her eyes closed.

In fact, all she did notice was that the earth beneath her would occasionally shake and twitch, but she figured that was her mind playing tricks on her again. Since, after all, she did feel like she was swaying around on a ship, like on the water, or on an airplane maybe; definitely not on solid ground.

So when Purplemon thrust his way up beneath her, throwing her into the air with surprising force, it wasn't all too surprising to her. It did hurt though, and that's why she screamed, and then the landing hurt even more; Purplemon watched with baited breath to see where she'd land, but though she gasped in pain, she didn't hit one of the toxic spikes he'd tossed earlier. She just rolled over, whimpering to herself, and then Purplemon felt a bit guilty. Only a bit, though. ... A really little bit.​