The calm glow of the lights slowly begins to weaken and fade as the stadium changes, growing dimmer and dimmer until all the occupants are plunged into darkness. The Omskivar shifts about a little uneasily, then hastily zaps the defeated Mienfoo back into his Pokéball, hoping that they haven't been teleported to the wrong dimension or something. As the now pitch black room is eliminated by the brief burst of red light, a screechy wail causes everyone to jump in alarm, and the rest of the new stadium abruptly shimmers into view.
The battlers find themselves in a traditionally creepy graveyard, dotted with cracked and moss-spotted tombstones of all shapes and sizes. A crooked looking cast iron fence surrounds the graveyard's borders, topped with wicked looking spikes. Trying to ignore the sudden and startling change in surroundings, The Omskivar launches a Pokéball to unleash Frankie the male Nidoran. Frankie's large, bristly ears twitch madly as he examines the spooky clearing, and he quickly lowers them as the distant howl of a wayward spirit rings out. With that done, he turns to face his foe, who certainly doesn't appear to be in a good mood, judging by his sullen expression. That sits just fine with Frankie though; he has no intentions of playing nice.
RespectTheBlade [XOO]
[Iroh]
(M) <Shed skin>
Health: 74%
Energy: 79%
Status: A little perturbed.
The Omskivar [XOO]
[Frankie]
(M) <Poison point>
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
Status: Eager to fight, despite the creepy setting.
Round nine
Frankie takes a deep breath, and a frosty mist begins to seep from between his fangs as his body temperature drops. An icy blue orb slowly begins to form in his open jaws, crackling and fizzling with freezing cold energy. As the icy projectile reaches the peak of its power, Frankie sends it hurtling forward with an eager snarl, and it streams towards Iroh in a cloud of freezing vapour. Iroh’s attention is quickly drawn away from the creeping spooks as he spots the ice beam hurtling towards him. He gives a shriek of pain as it engulfs him in its icy grip, freezing his scaly hide and leaving him shivering and shaking.
Iroh groans and gives his body a mighty shake as he struggles to dislodge the thin coating of ice. He manages to shake off the worst of it, but he’s still left cold and uncomfortable, and he certainly isn’t looking forward to any more of those winter blasts. Still, he has the chance to prepare for it, so he may as well take it. Moving slowly and gingerly, Iroh concentrates on setting up his defences. He swishes his tail and closes his eyes as he tries to tap into his limited psychic potential, and a dim purple aura gradually begins to shimmer around him. Iroh scrunches up his eyes tight as he tries to keep his mind firmly on his task, and the dim aura slowly expands, then twists and distorts before it settles into the shape of a solid, sparkling wall of light. Iroh opens his eyes to observe his work, and gives a pleased little smile.
Frankie twitches his nose and eyes the pretty looking barrier curiously. He paces around it as he looks for an opening, but the Dratini’s new defence appears to be quite sturdy. It doesn’t look like good news, but at least it lights up the creepy graveyard a bit. As Iroh peers out warily from behind his shield, Frankie takes another deep breath, and the familiar icy fog begins to cloud around his mouth. He shivers a little as the ice beam begins to crackle and spark between his jaws, before he sends it hurtling towards Iroh. The ice beam hisses through the air like a frozen comet, and Iroh immediately cowers down. However, it slows down considerably as it passes through the glimmering light screen, losing some of its momentum and diminishing slightly. It isn’t stopped completely though, and Iroh gives a frustrated squeak as the hated cold ravages his scaly skin.
Iroh slithers forward slowly, his movement hindered by his lowered body temperature. Frankie twitches his nose and ears as he sees his opponent’s approach, and the poisonous barbs on his body bristle. Iroh warily eyes the toxic spikes covering the Nidoran, and tries his best to avoid them as he raises his tail to swing. Fortunately, he misses the spikes with his strike, but unfortunately, he misses his intended target as well. Iroh’s eyes widen in surprise as his heavy swing sails right past Frankie, who nimbly side-steps out of the way. Iroh’s tail thumps heavily onto the overturned earth and the Dratini gives a cry of frustration and embarrassment.
Frankie gives a small smirk as he hears Iroh's curses, then bounds back a little bit to get a clear shot. Another ice beam is soon blasting Iroh's way, and he's left shivering and quaking as another thin layer of frost coats his scales. His light screen still holds strong though, and Iroh is thankful he at least has that. With a sour look on his face, Iroh twists himself around to face Frankie, and a shining orb of energy rapidly forms near his snout. As the energy expands, it distorts and melds to form multiple star-like shapes. Iroh jerks his head, and the energy suddenly shoots forward, moving with precision and tremendous speed. Frankie gives a grunt of pain as the attack slams home, but a quick shake of his head to clear his senses is all it takes for him to recover.
End of round nine
RespectTheBlade [XOO]
[Iroh]
(M) <Shed skin>
Health: 50%
Energy: 68%
Status: Cold and uncomfortable.
Has a light screen up, to last for three more actions.
Moves used: Light screen ~ Dragon tail (Missed) ~ Swift
The Omskivar [XOO]
[Frankie]
(M) <Poison point>
Health: 95%
Energy: 79%
Status: Still feeling good.
Moves used: Ice beam x3
Battle notes
- This round took place in the ghost stadium. Will-o-wisp didn't take effect.
- RespectTheBlade attacks first.
(F) <Moxie>
(M) <Inner focus>
