[15] The Omskivar vs Music Dragon (ref: Sangfroidish)

Well I have to overlook something D:<

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Okay Noel, all we can do is pray for hax.

Psychic-types use their brains. Brains run on electricity (okay it's a bit more complicated than that but the signals are quasi-electric or something). Let's fuck with it. First action, fire off another Zap Cannon right into that eye stalk. The King can't be moving around enough for you to miss when you're still on top of him, and also we want to keep that paralysis as severe as we can for as long as we can. Second action, we should make a Substitute for about 10%, just to tank that Future Sight because oh my god that would just be the end of it. If you can't make a Substitute in the air (which you should be able to, just create it out of pure life force or something), just keep Zap Cannoning. After that, just use Zap Cannon again. Continue to aim for the mystical stalk-eye as best you can! If there's a Light Screen up, use Last Resort instead, and if there's a Protect up, use Hone Claws.

Zap Cannon/Hone Claws~Substitute (10%)/Zap Cannon/Hone Claws~Zap Cannon/Hone Claws/Last Resort

Ack! We've been hijacked! EMPs incoming! SOS! Red alert! Airplane quarterback! Abort mission!!

Ah, but we still have one trick up our sleeve: use Delegate Royal Duties! Oh, um, I mean, use Psycho Shift! That's what the commoners call it, right? I think it is. Ugh, peasants. Anyway. With any luck, you'll be able to transfer your burden to Noel! Despite the paralysis, it shouldn't take too much effort to use a psychic move.

Should you fail - and I'm not implying that you will, Your Majesty, not at all! - then keep trying. But if his Substitute is blocking your Psycho Shift, or if you've already successfully used Psycho Shift once, then switch over to Psychic. Use it to toss him away from you! No one lays a hand on the King and lives, especially not a butt-hand!

By the way, you don't really need to be flying any more, so feel free to land whenever you like; however, if it's going to take you an action to do so, it isn't worth it.

Psycho Shift ~ Psycho Shift / Psychic ~ Psycho Shift / Psychic

Noel put the inevitable barrage of psychic horribleness to the back of his mind. That was something to deal with later; right now he had to focus on his hijacking and trying not to fall to his grisly death. He'd infiltrated the enemy craft, and the next job of any good hijacker was to take out the cockpit. He fixated on the King's eyestalk and raised his butt-hand, charging another orb of electricity in its palm. As it grew more and more powerful, his body began to shake with the effort of keeping it stable, making his gaze on the target harder and harder to maintain, and he elected to fire his anti-aircraft cannon while he still had some hope of not missing spectacularly. He hurled the orb forwards, directly towards the eyestalk, but to his fury it glanced off by a sliver of an inch and rocketed down to the ground, instead exploding against the side of a café far below.

While flames licked at the side of the building like a Heatmor licking a Sneasel, casting clouds of black smoke into the sky above, His Highness merely closed his eye and took no notice of the chaos unfolding below, retreating into his own mind and awakening his psychic powers. He formed a link into his opponent's mind again, inverting their mental states until he felt the stiffness in his muscles begin to lift. Noel yelped, and he looked around to see the monkey flailing awkwardly, as if all his joints had gone numb at once.

That was it; surely Noel wouldn't be able to hang onto him in this state. The King decided to aid him towards his plummet, seizing hold of him with telekinetic energy and swinging him from side to side. He shrieked and dug his fingers into the King's hide while he was shook ruthlessly in all directions, but the arthritic soreness in his hands made hanging on more and more difficult until one mighty jerk tore his grip away. With a squeal of terror he was hurled away into nothingness, hurtling towards the ground for a few horrifying seconds before slamming to the ground with a sickening crunch.

He lay still for a few seconds before he suddenly stirred, slowly picking himself up with a groan and gathering his bearings. Once his dazed mind had rebooted itself, he remembered with a start the burst of psychic death that would soon be raining down on him. He needed a shield, stat. He looked around for something suitable, but nothing was in near enough reach; all he could think to do was built a mound of dirt from the crater he'd left, and he did so without a second's hesitation. The folly of his plan occurred to him at the last minute. A pile of soil was never going to stop that Future Sight! There was only one way it ever could, but it'd mean sacrificing more health than he could really spare right now anyway... nonetheless, he didn't suppose he had a choice. He lay his butt-hand on the mound and imparted almost all of his remaining life force into it, causing it to come to life and shape itself into his form. He smiled weakly. It may have cost him dearly, but at least it had bought him precious seconds to turn the tide. Not a second later, a silvery bullet of energy burst down from the sky, ploughing into the dirt-golem and instantly blowing it apart.

The Aipom fell to his knees, trying to force himself to go on, but finding he simply hadn't the energy any longer. Looking down from the sky, even the King could see he was in trouble. Whether intent on putting him out of his misery or merely finishing him off, none could tell, but the King again seized him in a cocoon of psychic power, lifted him about ten feet from the earth, and gently dropped him again. With a faintest of thuds, Noel hit the ground again, and this time didn't get back up. The King swooped triumphantly back to his trainer as The Omskivar recalled the unconscious simian, while in the background a group of gendarmes rushed onto the scene and began inspecting the burning café. Trying not to look at them, the referee edged away as coolly as he could, covering only a few feet before breaking into a run with the trainers in tow.



Calculations
Noel's health: 30% - 16% (Psychic) - 10% (Substitute) - 16% (Psychic) = 0%
Noel's energy: 48% - 8% (Zap Cannon) - 5% (Substitute) = 35%
Noel's substitute: 10% - 16% (Future Sight) = 0%
King of Hearts' energy: 47% - 3% (Psycho Shift) - 4% (Psychic) - 4% (Psychic) - 4% (Fly maintenance) = 32%

Referee's notes

• the difficulty of controlling Zap Cannon makes it seem like it'd be hard to hit such a small target as a Sigilyph's eye stalk even from close range, and it missed. Had King of Hearts been fully paralysed I might have factored in his inability to effectively struggle and throw off Noel's aim, but.
• the description of the King falling after being paralysed was just flavour, and he was still an action away from the ground. Sorry if that was unclear.
• if anyone was wondering, both Pokémon would have received a Logo Cap from the hat change. Presuming duplicate hats are allowed, that is.

Final notes
Music Dragon is the winner! He moves onto the next round and wins $20 and a Rare Candy. Commiserations to The Omskivar, who receives $10 as a consolation prize. Good battling, both of you!

The King lives! Long live the King!

Well fought, Omskivar. Let me shake thy butt-hand. Perhaps we shall meet on the battlefield another day! And thank you, Sangfroidish, for th - ooh, there's the cops now. Run!

Ahh, 'twas a risky move. You may shake my butt-hand with your leg-fork-analogue. Thanks for a great match (and some great reffing, Sangfroidish!)!

And now--escape!