Mawile vs Zhorken

Sea Route 230

A small island of rich earth, about twenty metres in diameter, surrounded by the sea. Most of the island is taken up by a plateau covered in shaggy grass, with some higher parts sporting neater blankets of grass with some flowers. There are a few crumbling rocks here and there around the edges, which drop off sharply to the water about four metres down. At the south end, someone has built a set of steps leading down to the water, so anyone who falls off the island (and can swim) can clamber back up.​

Zhorken (oO)

Zal (f) <Arena Trap>
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
- "Wooo!"


Keigh (f) <Swift Swim>
Health: 41%
Energy: 67%

Mawile (Oo)

Vriska (f) <Illusion>
Health: 50%
Energy: 61%
- "My fur. :["​

Like before, Vriska mocks Zal and taunts her into jumping forwards and trying to attack; but again the dark energy coats Zal's legs and trips her, tossing her onto her face hard. She's growing quite a large bruise now, and looks nearly as wiped out as Vriska is. But not quite as much, and she intends to remedy the situation anyhow. She smashes the ground beneath her, annoyed, and again hot sand bursts from under Vriska and hits her on her soft bruise, tossing her into the air and back down. Vriska whimpers and barely manages to get up, clearly on her last breath.

Still, she does manage to taunt Zal one last time - and somehow the trapinch still falls for it. Dark energy clouds her mind and forces her forwards, tripping her up again; when she falls and gets up, her face is entirely bloody and bruised, and since she's mostly face, she's not a pretty sight. She furiously slams the ground, tossing Vriska into the air once last time - and indeed, when the zorua falls, she's limp and unconscious. Zal sighs with relief when the zorua is recalled, finally rid of her.​

Sea Route 230

A small island of rich earth, about twenty metres in diameter, surrounded by the sea. Most of the island is taken up by a plateau covered in shaggy grass, with some higher parts sporting neater blankets of grass with some flowers. There are a few crumbling rocks here and there around the edges, which drop off sharply to the water about four metres down. At the south end, someone has built a set of steps leading down to the water, so anyone who falls off the island (and can swim) can clamber back up.​

Zhorken (oO)

Zal (f) <Arena Trap>
Health: 45%
Energy: 60%
- *pants*


Keigh (f) <Swift Swim>
Health: 41%
Energy: 67%

Mawile (xO)

Knives (f) <blaze>
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
- "Let's go!"​

The newly-released Knives grinned, and her tail flame flashed bright, as if grinning too; she took a breath and exhaled a burst of flames towards Zal, deathly hot and quite powerful. Panicking, the trapinch skittered in the sand, kicking some up to protect herself; the sand flew up, rose above her, and seemed to keep rising until it formed a thin, twirling tornado between her and the charmander. It was just thick enough to take the flamethrower; the sand burnt bright, crystallized, fell back to the ground, but Zal was left unhurt. She sighed, clearly fearing the fire.

But there was more to come, and she couldn't keep avoiding it. Knives took another breath, releasing more fire - just as bright and hot as before. The flames hit true this time, spreading over the tiny trapinch's body, and Zal screeched in pain, trying to hide in the sand, rolling over to put out the fire. Eventually it did put out, but she quite blackened by then, and definitely in pain. She panted, the heat getting to her, and slammed a tiny foot into the sand - hoping the charmander would go down as fast as the zorua, maybe. The attack was the same at least, as sand erupted under Knives, tossing her into the air; but it definitely hurt her more than it hurt Vriska, the sand getting into her sore spots, and it was quite clear she feared it putting out her tail-flame by the way she grabbed it protectively. She hit the ground hard with a whumf, but quickly got up, turning to face Zal fiercely.

And she inhaled again, exhaling flames; hot and fast like the last ones. Zal was overcome with it, her whole world becoming fire, and again she rolled around in the sand to try to put it off; she was in so much pain, and so tired, her skin almost entirely blackened by the flames, not to mention her bruised face from before. When the fire finally went out, she looked in extreme pain; she surely couldn't take much more of those.

She whimpered and banged the ground again, and at least the earth responded coherently. Sand flew into the air under Knives' feet, tossing her upwards, and the tiny charmander, at least for a moment, looked as pained as Zal. She hit the ground and got to her feet, looking far better again than her opponent, but definitely not enjoying herself.​

Sea Route 230

A small island of rich earth, about twenty metres in diameter, surrounded by the sea. Most of the island is taken up by a plateau covered in shaggy grass, with some higher parts sporting neater blankets of grass with some flowers. There are a few crumbling rocks here and there around the edges, which drop off sharply to the water about four metres down. At the south end, someone has built a set of steps leading down to the water, so anyone who falls off the island (and can swim) can clamber back up.​

Zhorken (oO)

Zal (f) <Arena Trap>
Health: 25%
Energy: 38%
- "FIRE!!!"


Keigh (f) <Swift Swim>
Health: 41%
Energy: 67%

Mawile (xO)

Knives (f) <blaze>
Health: 70%
Energy: 79%
- "Please stop that."​

Knives takes a deep breath and exhales another torrent of powerful flames onto Zal. Somehow, the flames seem stronger, larger than before, and the tiny trapinch squirms in clear pain, even agony, until the flames wear out. She's left scorched, entirely blackened, with little life left. But she's got enough to smack the ground and bring up another tower of sand under the charmander. Knives is flung into the air, tumbling onto her back with surprising power. She lays there for a moment, gathering her wits, before climbing back to her feet with a sigh. She seems to be weakening with surprising speed.

She takes another deep breath, and releases more flames; as before, the flames surround Zal, burning the trapinch alive. When the flames die out, Zal is barely conscious: she's staring, dull-eyed, at the charmander, blinking occasionally and clearly not fully there.

She smacks the ground weakly, and a gentler than usual burst of sand flies up under Knives, tossing the charmander up and back down. She lands heavily on her side, wishing the stupid trapinch would faint already.

One more flamethrower should do, though. She breathes in, and releases more flames - and as expected, they barely hit Zal before the trapinch falls to her side, completely unconscious. A red beam quickly withdraws the pokemon to her pokeball, and a familiar face replaces her: the buizel, Keigh. Knives sighs, determined to face the water type despite her disadvantage.​

Sea Route 230

A small island of rich earth, about twenty metres in diameter, surrounded by the sea. Most of the island is taken up by a plateau covered in shaggy grass, with some higher parts sporting neater blankets of grass with some flowers. There are a few crumbling rocks here and there around the edges, which drop off sharply to the water about four metres down. At the south end, someone has built a set of steps leading down to the water, so anyone who falls off the island (and can swim) can clamber back up.​

Zhorken (xO)

Keigh (f) <Swift Swim>
Health: 41%
Energy: 67%
- "Hello."

Mawile (xO)

Knives (f) <blaze>
Health: 45%
Energy: 58%
- "Sigh..."​

Keigh grins and spits out salty water, which spreads out and surrounds her quickly. She flicks her paws towards Knives and the water flows with her paws, splashing over the charmander and soaking into her wounds; the salt in the water hurts particularly badly, and Knives winces and even screams. The salt won't stop burning even when the water's all gone, and the poor charmander's skin feels like it's on fire.

Still, she's got enough spirit - more than enough. Her tail flame burns brighter than ever, giving her a sudden burst of energy, a burning desire to win. She jumps towards Keigh, first-first, and a spark of electricity jumps from her claw to Keigh as she punches the buizel in the chest. Keigh bounces back from the blow, quite sensitive to electricity, but there's no comparison: Knives has no control over electricity, not like Keigh does over water.

There is one thing though. A few sparks seem to have gotten stuck in her muscles, and Keigh has a bit of trouble moving. She twitches, slowed down, and clearly quite frustrated. She glares daggers at the damned charmander - no mercy, not anymore.

Now Knives can attack before the buizel has regained her composure, and she does so readily, gathering more electricity into her fist and slamming Keigh in the chest again. Keigh coughs as more sparks flow from Knives' claws to her watery body, clearly not enjoying herself; but she's finally able to attack.

She releases another flow of water, sending it towards Knives. Knives cowers under the weight of the water, but the worst part, again, is the salt in it; it gets in her wounds and stays there, burning badly. She hurts so bad she can barely get up to attack again, but she knows she has to. She'll probably only get one more chance.

She stumbles forwards, bringing her claw around again to smack more electricity into the buizel's body. Keigh stumbles back, barely doing better than the charmander - but she doesn't wait before releasing a torrent of water into Knives' face. The charmander falls straight onto her back, and as the water washes over her and onto the sand, her eyes are closed tight; she doesn't get up after the attack, completely knocked out. Keigh sighs, relieved to be done with this.​