Dragon vs Noctowl

While the newly-released Spectre examines the cavern, fletchling lands awkwardly on one of the rocky walls and begins to peck furiously. Tiny pebbles fleck from the wall and she grabs these up in her beak, sopping spit onto them and shoving them in her talons while she pecks out more rocks - more and more, sticking them together with spit, and accessorizing them with plucked out feathers. Finally its form is clear - and awkward, pebbly, miniature fletchling, that somehow manages to stay aloft beside its creator despite its much heftier weight. Satisfied, the real fletchling swings away from the cavern wall while its mini flaps along beside it.

Spectre eyes the two, unsure. Hopefully that new rocky one won’t be a problem… Tiny sparks fizz across her gaseous body and zip out towards the birds, sparking into the substitutes’ form and fading fast. Fletchling caws with glee at its success - just as it hoped!

And all too swiftly, she’s a blur - red and white crashed into Spectre, twirling in the air, summersaulting and crashing again, her tiny body wrecking across the ghost, tearing her form apart so fast Spectre can’t pull herself back together. And just as fast, the bird is back across the cavern, flapping by her substitute - so fast it seems like only second from when the attack started till it ended. Spectre slowly collects herself, angrily hissing… that bird has to die.

Quite eager to slow her down, the gastly collects more electricity and flicks it towards the fletchling - but as before, neither pokemon is surprised when it fades harmlessly into the substitute. Spectre’s eyes are thinning dangerously with fury at this point. Someone’s gonna suffer for this.

Again - only a flash of red and white signal the fletchling’s movement, before she slams wings and talons into Spectre, spreading her gas all across the cavern once more. The pain is getting to her now, and while the bird flees, she takes a moment; she can’t bruise or cut or bleed, but it still hurts, man. Something so tiny shouldn’t be able to do so much.

Perhaps a change in tactic - though small - would work… The gastly collects a bit of her poisons and lobs it towards the bird, hoping to make contact - but again, it only lands on the substitute, draining between the rocks and leaking towards the ground below. Spectre swears loudly; oh, someone’s gonna pay.​

Before any attack can be started, Spectre ushers up a quick protective shield, bright and blue and surrounding her entirely. Seeing this, fletchling doesn’t bother swaggering at her, instead swooping low down the canyon, tucking her wings tight and then spreading them wide to catch the wind and push forward at tremendous speeds. She keeps the speed going and darts back upwards, summersaulting in midair and diving back down, a tremendous display of acrobatics that almost distracts from the blur of mimicing birds appearing behind her - one, two, five birds in total now diving and rising in tandem until they catch the air at the top of the canyon near Spectre, flapping madly to stop their momentum, finally stay in place (or nearly so - it’s almost impossible for most birds to fly entirely in one place, after all). Unused, Spectre’s shield flickers out of existence.

Spectre eyes the birds warily, hoping to be rid of them fast, but before she can make plans the bird back all start flapping hard in unison, picking up the lagging air where it had left off. It takes no time at all for it to pick back up, billowing them up without effort as it had before. While they were busy, they hardly noticed a thick, smoky haze billowing forth from Spectre, coating the canyon until it was hardly visible; it stretched forth, covering the birds - and as it crept upon them they phased out of existence. The real fletchling cawed at her loss, even as the smog covered her tiny body. The two battlers could still see each other now, but it was definitely more difficult.

Finally ready to attack, both pokemon leapt forward - though fletchling easily outsped. She danced upward in the air like it was so much nothing, pivoting and swirving and finally ducking back down to slam hard into Spectre’s surprisingly hard center. The ghost didn’t hesitate - she swung her smoky exterior out, electricity dancing along the edges of it, hoping to make contact with the nearby bird - but at the last second the substitute ducked between the blow. The lightning and smoke crashed into the toy with alarming force, tearing it nearly apart, but there was just a shred of life left, just enough to hang on beside its master.​

Clearly overconfident, fletchling pushed out her chest and boasted of her obvious flying prowess, her easy maneuverability, how obviously she out-matches the oversized blob of poisonous gas that somehow passes itself off as a pokemon. Spectre’s eyes cross in a fit of rage - how! Oh! What a pretentious little brat, thinking she’s so great, when she’s not, oh, she’s so stupid and tiny and stupid! She’s so mad she actually spits, a tiny fume of smoke instead of actual saliva, slipping forwards and shattering itself on the remains of fletchling’s substitute with surprising force. Fletchling’s bravado fades as her protecter does; now she’s all alone…

Hoping to remedy that, she hurries to the canyon wall once more, chipping down more rocks and shoving them together with plucked feathers and spit. Quickly another miniature is formed, just as sloppy and misshapen as the first, and with a breath from its maker it twitches to life.

And none too soon - another rush of smog edges slowly forwards from Spectre, slower than the last and thinning as it closes in, but it finally reaches the substitute and thins it like sandpaper wherever it touches. The smoke fades quickly, though, whatever little of it there was to begin with.

Just as it fades, fletchling appears, diving down from above onto Spectre with amazing speed, twirling and pitching as before - but her aim is off in the rippling haze and she veers left, nearly careening into the canyon wall before she spreads her wings and breaks. Spectre laughs maniacally - yes, perfect, crash, you dumb fool!

More sparks, like before, zip across the gastly’s form, building to enormous levels until she’s just a giant orb of white spinning light, suddenly rushing towards fletchling like so many snakes of lightning - crashing and exploding on impact with her substitute at the last second, tearing it to shreds. It falls apart, pebbles cascading down the canyon, leaving fletchling to caw helplessly at the idea of being hit by that without her protector.​

Rage billowed at Spectre’s mind. She couldn’t focus it anywhere; all of it, everything she could see was red, blurring together in a haze of hatred and anger and confusion until it was too much to contain. She rushed forward, aimless, and slammed into the canyon wall, releasing her frustration in a splat of rage - so fast and forceful she shocked herself by the pain. It hurt so much the anger was momentarily gone as she recollected her smog into a focused ball, trying to remember what she was angry about.

Spreading her tiny wings as wide as they could go, fletchling launched herself up above Spectre, creating a spectacle of herself much as she’d done before. Though the attack was nothing new, when she smacked into the gastly, it hurt like never before, a small impact that felt like a thousand fistfulls of bricks slamming into her. Spectre gasped for - breathe? Something, unable to think for a moment.

That bird - oh, she hated that bird. She hated her so much! Again, Spectre couldn’t focus on her attack; she dove frantically forward and struck herself in her eagerness, somehow tripping solid mass over gaseous energy. It hurt again, so much, and she stopped in midair, once again trying to calm herself. Fletchling saw her chance; she dove down and smacked beak-first into the ghost, shattering Spectre into a shapeless, formless haze, too pained to gather herself back up until the bird was gone; exhausted, she rematerialized. Her face was so clearly stricken with pain, but at last, the confusion was bated…

Fletchling flapped her wings again, preparing to dive for the third time - but a sudden dark form forced forwards, slamming into her with so much speed it pushed her back in midair before she even saw what it was. Her eyes crossed from pain and shock while her wings automatically righted herself - there - Spectre, dark ooze dripping from her, suddenly right next to her. Fletchling dashed away quickly, ignore the sudden pain in her breast, and dove back, swirling as before and crashing into the ghost with surprising force. Spectre sagged at the attack; she was losing all her ability to keep her form corporeal as she grew weaker and weaker. Her eyes followed the bird as she darted around, though, clearly promising revenge.​

A brilliant, shimmering light spreads around fletchling before the tiny bird burts into flames. She streaks upwards, a stretching line of red-hot fire writing swirls and streams across the sky, twisting and turning with tremendously increasing speed, so fast the air around her shimmers with the heat, nothing can stop her - and it all comes to an impact on poor Spectre, flames and momentum crashing into the ghost so heavy she’s torn absolutely apart. Flecks of fire catch on her gaseous body, threatening to light, and she’s quickly recalled, the entire cavern lighting up with the recall beam. Fletchling flaps towards her trainer with the kind of pride that can only be reached at peak exhaustion points; she did it, her first battle and she won did Dwaggy see? She was so good!​