Totodile vs Wargle

Hel visibly braces herself, knowing the end is near and yet entirely ready to take Scraggy down with her. As his fist raises, summoning the heat of the sun and slamming down on her cheek - and oh, it hurts, it burns like a thousand suns - she takes the force of his attack and rebounds it back. All the melted water around her lifts into the air, flash-freezing and piling down onto Scraggy like a ton of bricks. He has no time to even scream; he’s buried completely, a huge mound of ice and snow so thick it feels like rock. The pain is enough to keep him there, immobile, unready to dig his way out, but the sun does its job and soon it’s only ice-water coating him. At last he stands up, shaking off the last remains of melted snow, feeling himself shaking from the pain that can’t be melted so easily.

But he’s stronger than that. He can’t be knocked down. Slowly, with clear effort, he raises a fist to the air, summoning the sun to his side. Another punch is all that’s needed; Hel falls off her feet, eyes closing slowly, and she’s finally out. She’s quickly recalled as Scraggy feels a rush of adrenaline surge through him… he has the power.​

Sobek bursts into the arena with a flash of white, bouncing excitedly from foot to foot. His excitement is barely hindered by the blazing sun - sure, it’s hot, but he’s surrounded by a pool of water and freshly-melted ice, what could be better? Plus, his opponent looks like he’s on his lasts legs. Still, Scraggy somehow manages to pick up a bit of speed, enough for a haphazard dance that somewhat resembles the one he’d put on at the beginning of the match. Though he’s clearly not as impressive visually as before, the dance has the same effect - he feels the adrenaline course through him, pushing him onwards, ignoring his pain -

And then Sobek slams into him, shoving him so forcefully he’s tossed straight into the pool. There’s no consciousness left in him, and he drifts aimlessly downwards before being quickly recalled, to Sobek’s clear delight. The totodile squaks and dances, eager for his new target.​

Androgynous Porygon pops into the gym with a flash of white, its limbs whirring about as if unattached from its body, its head twisting around until it centers on Sobek. Like a bird of prey, its eyes focus, charging in on their target until they’ve gathered up everything about him - and, satisfied, Andro draws back, clearly ready.

Sobek frowns, feeling a bit… undressed. No one appreciates being stared at like that, let alone by something so machine-like, so… unpokemon. A shiver runs up his spine, but he puts it out of his mind, focusing instead on the dance he must perform! But he realizes all too soon that there’s none of the materials he needs. Looking all around a bit frantically, all he sees is water, sun, and clear tiled floors that definitely won’t hinder any sort of electrical attacks. Hesitantly, he flips up some of the still-melting water puddles, but figures it would do quite the opposite of its intended purpose if he spread it over himself. Instead he dejectedly sits there, letting a frown spread over his face.

And it only worsens. Androgynous Porygon sparks, and Sobek has a moment to giddily hope the robot might be malfunctioning, but instead a wiry thread of lightning shivers from its body towards the tiny croc. it coats itself on his wet skin, sinking into his muscles and seizing them entirely, so that any movement he tried to make was stopped before it could even begin. Only his eyes remained mobile, dashing to his trainer and the porygon in panic.

His panic grows as the porygon backs up a bit, its limbs moving forwards to build up small orbs of energy before each of them. The orbs crackle with their own matter - fire, lightning and ice respectively - and converge upon each other, triple beams forging together as they arc towards the immobile Sobek. The totodile can’t even cry out as he’s hit, the beams pushing him backwards like a literal fist, until his muscles finally relax at almost the same time the energy winds out.

Androgynous Porygon wastes no time charging a second tri attack; the three energies form together in another beam, smacking into the slowly rising totodile. Sobek manages a cry of pain this time, and fights against the beams’ pushing force, but it’s so much stronger than last time and he feels himself falling into the pool. He lands with a splash, arms and legs spasming to keep him afloat, but at least the tri attack is gone now.

Slowly, he drifts closer towards the porygon, sucking up water and then screeching it out. It shoves through the air as if fighting against it, the sound smacking into Androgynous Porygon almost harder than the water itself. The porygon careens from the force, but soon rights itself, shaking off droplets of water as it refocuses on the splashing totodile.

And finally, the sun has had enough. It seems to shrink upon itself, disappearing into nothingness, and the overhwelming heat is finally gone with it. Neither pokemon takes much notice, one being an actual machine, the other being in the cooling water, with more important things on his mind.​

Once again, tiple orbs form before Androgynous Porygon, converging and rushing towards Sobek as three beams. They hit hard, pushing the floundering totodile down under the water before fizzing into nothingness. Sobek gasps and paddles upwards, failing limbs working hard to keep him above the water, and now having to work even more to get him out of it. He grabs hold of a small ladder and shoves himself up, climbing the stairs haphazardly until he’s out, on solid ground again. He stands there panting for a moment, catching his breath, all the pain and exhaustion of the paralysis coming to him; and then he lets loose.

Like a tidal wave, he slams his fury into the porygon, so hard he shoves it into the floor, climbs on top of it, snapping his jaw, whipping his tail, acting without thinking. He’s a ball of pure rage, driven by his pains and failures, until he has no more energy to move, and he flops tiredly to the floor. Androgynous beeps weakly, hesitantly climbing back into the air, not wanting to piss of the suddenly dangerous croc.

But nothing will stop Andryogynous. It will attack, as ordered, for machines are simply a series of commands. More energy is collected, but this is more like the first attack, sparks zapping around it until it’s a giant ball of brilliant light, and it wraps around Sobek like a snake, twisting and shocking his wet skin black. He screams in pain, but the electricity runs dry quickly, leaving him a twitching, tired little totodile.

He gets even more achingly to his feet, lunging at the porygon with fists drawn. He pummels into it, shoving and biting with all his might, and it’s clearly wearing on the machine. Bruises, scrapes and bite marks fleck its hide, oozing an oil-like substance.

Still, Androgynous Porygon will not tire. It forms more orbs, loosing them towards the totodile as expected. The beams hit, and Sobek whimpers pitifully at the blow, but his paralysis has stopped him from letting out the pain like he’d want. He’s forced, instead, to scream indignantly, a scream of unending fury and pain. Androgynous whirrs, its calculations unable to compute through the noise - it can’t do anything, just try and stay afloat through the shock of noise.​

Androgynous Porygon’s eyes shine with anticipation. Even a machine can understand what’s about to happen, bright energy collecting before it, more powerful and explosive than any it had brought forth before. It’s too strong to stay still for long, and it erupts towards Sobek, a tremulous beam of light that smacks into his sensitive stomach so hard it tosses him back several feet. He nearly lands back in the pool, but he grabs at the tiled floor with his claws, fighting against the beam with all his might. He pushes through it, until the energy runs out - Androgynous looks exhausted, or as exhausted as a robot can look, and so does Sobek, butt he totodile lunged as it, unleashed all his fury at his battered state. The porygon doesn’t respond, merely collapsing in the air under his beating, waiting it out and floating back upwards.

It can out-wait anything now. It sees its victory on the horizon. Another beam of pure energy forms and rushes towards Sobek, a bit smaller than the previous but just enough to toss the small croc like a limp doll into the pool once more. He lets out only a small whimper, floating to the top of the water, and is recalled to his pokeball before Androgynous lets out a swift round of victorious beeps. It won! It floats down to the gym floor, resting its tired head…​