Kratos Aurion vs L'il Dwagie

Doctor Kaminko's Experimental Stadium, Arena #44

Any claims that Doctor Kaminko does not test his Pokémon-related inventions before revealing them to the public (a public that is obviously too simple to appreciate their sheer genius) are, of course, entirely false. In fact, the Doctor has a dedicated space beneath his secret laboratory for just this purpose--his experimental stadium. At first glance it appears to be a fairly plain arena, with the standard clay floor, small pool for water-types and a weather generator that will respond to any weather-inducing commands. A few button presses and switch flips, however, and the Doctor can produce anything from a plethora of his newest battle-based creations to make things more... interesting. Kaminko regularly invites trainers down to his facility to help him test his new experiments, assuring them that of course their Pokémon will be perfectly safe and that of course there will be ample compensation for their time. Most of the Orrean trainers know better than to take his claims at face value, but there's no reason for a few gullible eager outsiders not to trust him, right? Besides! Shiny new toys! Who could possibly resist!

The arena that Kaminko has chosen for today's battle, number forty-four out of sixty-three, is fairly simple as his bizarre challenges go. The battlefield itself does not change much when he activates it, forgoing #3's Poké-Poles™ falling from the ceiling and #61's small herd of Tauros sporting his Pokémon Mood-Altering Keclenses™ (currently stuck on angry red) for wide, open space. The battlers are going to need plenty of room and minimal distractions, after all--with all the energy they'll have to burn, they'd probably tear something down if they were in a smaller space. For today, all Pokémon involved will be wearing Kaminko's new Ever-Energy Adrenapacks™.

The Adrenapacks provide each Pokémon with literally unlimited energy, allowing them to attack with abandon and without fear of exhausting themselves. The experiment is intended to see what Pokémon are capable of doing when allowed to battle on and on without interruption, but perhaps the Adrenapacks give the Pokémon a little too much juice. They are prone to releasing extra surges of energy that can actually harm the Pokémon wearing them, causing 3% typeless damage to each Pokémon at the end of each round and escalating to 5%/round if their health is below 33%. Additionally, the constant influx of energy makes the battlers incredibly nervous and restless, preventing them from focusing on moves that rely on calming down or relaxing (i.e. calm mind, amnesia), being lulled into complacency (i.e. attract, flatter, charm) or falling asleep.​

Kratos Aurion (OOoo)

Siovhan (F) <Color Change>
Health: 100%
- 'I'M EXCITED ARE YOU EXCITED LET'S DO THIS BATTLE AND THEN WE CAN BUILD A HOUSE FOR HABITAT FOR HUMANITY'
- Thunder @ Murderbeast ~ Thief @ Rock Lobsta/Thunder Wave @ Rock Lobsta ~ Thunder @ Murderbeast/@ Rock Lobsta


Yakuza (M) <Super Luck>
Health: 100%
- 'Okay, let's go.'
- Mimic @ Siovhan (Thunder @ Murderbeast) ~ Taunt @ Rock Lobsta/Thunder @ Murderbeast/Rock Lobsta ~ Thunder @ Murderbeast/@ Rock Lobsta

L'il Dwagie (OOoo)

Murderbeast (F) <Intimidate> @Dragon Scale
Health: 100%
- 'Oh, looks like I've been supplied with dinner.'
Rain Dance ~ Waterfall @ Siovhan / Torment @ Siovhan ~ Thunder @ Siovhan / Waterfall @ Siovhan


Rock Lobsta (F) <Rock Head> @Leftovers
Health: 100%
- 'Just keep swimming, just keep swimming~.'
Head Smash @ Siovhan ~ Mud Sport / Head Smash @ Siovhan ~ Earthquake / Stealth Rock / Head Smash @ Siovhan
​

Both Murderbeast and Rock Lobsta are released into the moderately-sized pool, Rock Lobsta content to swim unseen by his opponent, while Murderbeast towers above them threateningly - so much so that Siovhan and even Yakuza take a wary step back. Going by her name, Murderbeast must be a pokemon to be reckoned with.

If she is, the reckoning will be done later. For now - dancing! She takes a quick glance at her opponent before she begins to swish around the pool, splashing water everywhere (much to Yakuza's dismay) and making strange mumbling sounds under her breath. Siovhan tilts her head, her fear of the huge water demon quickly ebbing away, when a drop of water hits her nose. She rubs it with her hand when she's hit with another - and then before she can blink, the ceiling seems to collapse on her in a solid sheet of water. Someone shrieks, possibly her, but more likely Yakuza - the bird is very displeased by this turn of events.

The entire arena is soaked: the floors are instantly dangerous to walk on for fear of slipping, while the pool's contents are pouring out. Murderbeast wastes little time; both she and Rock Lobsta swim out of their container and onto the stadium floor, still not able to move as easily as in the pool, but knowing they'll be able to soon.

Rock Lobsta grins at her teammate with appreciation. She then pushes herself towards Siovhan, slipping easily on the wet floor, and pauses a few inches in front of the relicanth - then pushes off with all her might, smashing into Siovhan with incredible force. The impact is so great that Siovhan tumbles onto her back and skids on the slippery floor, groaning in pain - she knows there will be a bruise tomorrow, uhg. Rock Lobsta grins. It's moments like these she's glad that she's made out of solid rock.

Siovhan pushes herself careful off the floor and onto her feet. She looks from Rock Lobsta to Murderbeast, her current target, and smirks as electricity snakes across her arms and explodes viciously across the small room, using the downpoor of water as an easy conductor and falling upon Murderbeast with a flash of light. The sea-dragon screams in pain; her very skin is on fire. She thrashes until the electricity stops, then turns to glare at Siovhan -

- only to be struck again. The thunder courses through her and she groans, falling limply to the floor; when it stops she searches warily for the attacker. It hadn't come from Siovhan, she'd been looking at the kecleon, it was - damn it, Yakuza. Murderbeast snarled, but even that hurt; her sensitive skin was completely charred. Yakuza smirked. She hadn't waited all that time for nothing.

Murderbeast roared and rushed at Siovhan, gathering the rain around her and crashing into the kecleon. Siovhan screamed and pushed herself from under the huge bulk of the gyarados; that had hurt, strangely, even more than the head smash from Rock Lobsta. She took a deep breath and didn't notice as her skin changed from brown to blue, too distracted by the retreating gyarados.

Though she worried for her teammate, Yakuza didn't doubt her orders, and she screeched a few choice words at Rock Lobsta, namely about her inability to move anywhere not soaked in water. The relicanth clenched her jaw (or whatever passed for a jaw in a relicanth), infuriated; stupid birds thinking they knew everything. All thought of splashing around gone from her mind, she turned instead to Siovhan, slamming into the kecleon as she had done before. Perhaps due to her fueled anger, or just simple luck - or lackthereof, for Siovhan - whatever it was, the attack hurt. Siovhan screamed in pain and ran, tripping on water, away from the relicanth, clutching at her side where the attack had hit. She was running out of health, and fast.

It would take a few moments for Rock Lobsta to realize she'd been hit. It was just a small scratch on her side - nothing worth noting - but the more important thing was that her food supply was gone. She flipped over, thinking maybe she'd misplaced it or sat on it, but no. It was gone. Weird...

Murderbeast grumbled, clearly unimpressed by her teammate and her opponents and everything in general because her skin hurt and it wasn't supposed to, she was too awesome to be hurt! She roared again and slammed into Siovhan, water splashing around her massive body as she landed. Siovhan groaned, having barely enough strength to do even that; she crawly out from under the gyarados, munching furiously on her stolen food.

Once she was sure Siovhan was decently far enough to avoid being hit, Yakuza smirked again and focused on her learnt ability - thunder. She drew up the electricity between her wings and launched it off; the lightning slithered through the air like a snake until it caught its prey, latching onto Murderbeast and lighting up the entire room. Murderbeast thrashed with the pain, regretting her decision to drench the entire room in rain; even as the electricity stop attacking her, she felt like her entire body was on fire. She glared warily from the floor at Yakuza; there was barely any life left in her.

Rock Lobsta glanced mournfully at her opponent, wishing she could lend her some of her food, but no wait - it was gone. Dammnit where the hell was her food? Raaahh. She grumbled and pushed herself into Siovhan again, all her rage at Yakuza's insults and losing her leftovers propelling the attack. Still, it didn't hurt as much as the last one, to Siovhan's huge relief. She lay on her back, knocked over by the attack, and breathed in and out slowly. Not. Fun.

But she wasn't done yet. Slowly, very slowly, she rolled over onto her side and spotted Murderbeast - not that difficult since the thing was huge. She closed her eyes and called up another thunder. The electricity fed on the water collecting on the arena's floor, dashing over the Murderbeast's equally grounded body and bursting into life on contact. The gyarados barely reacted this time, except for the clear pain emanating from her face - but even that stopped soon enough. As the thunder died away, so did any of Murderbeast's remaining energy to fight.

Siovhan sighed with relief and stuffed more food into her mouth. Well. At least she'd done her job. She almost doesn't notice as the Adrenapack™ strapped to her back strips away the remainder of her health; a quiet moan is all that alerts Yakuza and her trainer to the kecleon's expiration. Yakuza and Rock Lobsta both wince in tandem; their Adrenapacks react to their overuse this round as well, sapping away their holders' health - to a much lesser extent than Siovhan.​

Doctor Kaminko's Experimental Stadium, Arena #44

Any claims that Doctor Kaminko does not test his Pokémon-related inventions before revealing them to the public (a public that is obviously too simple to appreciate their sheer genius) are, of course, entirely false. In fact, the Doctor has a dedicated space beneath his secret laboratory for just this purpose--his experimental stadium. At first glance it appears to be a fairly plain arena, with the standard clay floor, small pool for water-types and a weather generator that will respond to any weather-inducing commands. A few button presses and switch flips, however, and the Doctor can produce anything from a plethora of his newest battle-based creations to make things more... interesting. Kaminko regularly invites trainers down to his facility to help him test his new experiments, assuring them that of course their Pokémon will be perfectly safe and that of course there will be ample compensation for their time. Most of the Orrean trainers know better than to take his claims at face value, but there's no reason for a few gullible eager outsiders not to trust him, right? Besides! Shiny new toys! Who could possibly resist!

The arena that Kaminko has chosen for today's battle, number forty-four out of sixty-three, is fairly simple as his bizarre challenges go. The battlefield itself does not change much when he activates it, forgoing #3's Poké-Poles™ falling from the ceiling and #61's small herd of Tauros sporting his Pokémon Mood-Altering Keclenses™ (currently stuck on angry red) for wide, open space. The battlers are going to need plenty of room and minimal distractions, after all--with all the energy they'll have to burn, they'd probably tear something down if they were in a smaller space. For today, all Pokémon involved will be wearing Kaminko's new Ever-Energy Adrenapacks™.

The Adrenapacks provide each Pokémon with literally unlimited energy, allowing them to attack with abandon and without fear of exhausting themselves. The experiment is intended to see what Pokémon are capable of doing when allowed to battle on and on without interruption, but perhaps the Adrenapacks give the Pokémon a little too much juice. They are prone to releasing extra surges of energy that can actually harm the Pokémon wearing them, causing 3% typeless damage to each Pokémon at the end of each round and escalating to 5%/round if their health is below 33%. Additionally, the constant influx of energy makes the battlers incredibly nervous and restless, preventing them from focusing on moves that rely on calming down or relaxing (i.e. calm mind, amnesia), being lulled into complacency (i.e. attract, flatter, charm) or falling asleep.​

Kratos Aurion (xOOo)

The Baroness von Münchhausen (F) <Scrappy>
Health: 100%
- 'It's raining. Indoors. ...'
Earthquake/Substitute 10% ~ Drain Punch @ Rock Lobsta/Drain Punch @ The Grouch/Sunny Day ~ Earthquake/Safeguard


Yakuza (M) <Super Luck>
Health: 100%
- '... heh.' Thunder mimic'd. -1 atk
Thunder @ Rock Lobsta/Nasty Plot ~ Sunny Day/Nasty Plot ~ Heat Wave/Thunder @ Rock Lobsta/Nasty Plot

L'il Dwagie (xOOo)

The Grouch (F) <Anticipate> @Occa berry
Health: 100%
- 'I'm meeeeltinggg...'
Psych Up @ Yakuza ~ Flash Cannon @ Yakuza ~ Protect


Rock Lobsta (F) <Rock Head>
Health: 95%
- 'Whar Murderbeast go :['
Protect ~ Head Smash @ Yakuza ~ Head Smash @ Yakuza
​

Upon being suited with her own Adrenapack, The Baroness von Münchhausen (whho will from now on be called Munchy for short) spares an annoyed glance towards her opponents. Not only is she immediately soaked, but they both appear to be at maximum - or nearly maximum - health. Great. She has to do all the work, then. She eyes Yakuza before she raises a heavy paw and slams it into the stadium's floor. Yakuza took her glance for the warning it was and flaps into the air, weighed down by his water-soaked feathers but managing nonetheless to avoid the impact his teammate has caused.

Beneath him, the stadium floor erupts into life. It implodes inwards from the source of impact - Munchy's fist - with huge cracks forming and stretching towards the other corners of the room, as if hungry for pokemon to feast on. As the room shakes beneath Rock Lobsta, the relicanth grins; she feels shaky, sure, but no pain. Not through her protective barrier. Even the rain falls off, sliding to the collecting water on the floor.

The Grouch isn't so lucky. She manages to anticipate the blow somewhat and moves to dodge a shiver in the arena's floor, but it catches up with her quickly and she falls on her face, squinting in pain. Not only is the attack monstrously strong but her camouflaging abilities have made her a steel-type, making the earthquake even worse.

Munch grins and raises her paw back up from the floor, observing the devastation with pride.

Yakuza flaps heavily to stay airborne, eventually settling back down to the floor and panting for a second. The rain makes it much too difficult to fly for long periods of time, not unless he really wants to. Still, he has better things on his mind. Things like tearing that little bug a new one. Bugs are his food item of choice, being a bird, and it happens to look a lot like a trash can too, so it's perfect. He can't help it then if it sets his stomach growling...

The Grouch pushes herself clumsily off the floor and turns to find Yakuza. The smirk is clear on the honchkrow's face, but the Grouch really doesn't feel like she can mimic those feelings - she just doesn't have the clarity of mind. She just wants to smash things! She grits her teeth, utterly annoyed with the dumb bird and his dumb face and all his... dumbness. Arhg!

Munchy pushes forwards through the stadium; the water that was collecting is now falling through the cracks, making it easier to walk, but the cracks do hinder movement and the rain is pouring so steadily that it actually hurts. Still, she finds her target soon enough and draws her fist back, holding it there for long enough to collect the desired energy and then slams it into Rock Lobsta's face.

The relicanth gasps in shock and pain; not only does it hurt but it feels like the pain that she's feeling, the life itself is being sapped. Unfortunately for Munchy, though she can feel the energy pulling through her fist, it goes nowhere, simply dissipating for lack of use. Not that she minds. She's still feeling pretty awesome.

Yakuza, meanwhile, is pretty eager to stop the damned rain. He closes his eyes, raises his beak to the ceiling and screeches. The weather sensors take a moment to react to this, and even longer for it to be noticeable - but eventually the downpour slows to a steady trickle, and then stops completely. Yakuza shakes the water off his feathers, leaving them sticking up and him looking like a puffball, and begins to preen. The ceiling flickers as dozens of lights come on; the entire ceiling becomes a solid beam of light, so harsh it's painful to look at. It is effective, at least, in drying up the rain.

Rock Lobsta definitely doesn't appreciate the lack of rain, though. She hadn't waited for it to stop, knowing just how difficult things would become once it did; instead she'd begun shuffling her way over to Yakuza. By the time the downpour had been replaced with light, Rock Lobsta had reached her target and pushed herself off the floor, tumbling into the honchkrow head-first. Yakuza shrieked in shock and pain - Rock Lobsta had smacked him straight in the chest. He shoved the damned fish away and held a wing over his newly-formed bruise, painting from the pain.

But that wasn't the last of it. The Grouch shakes herself off too; she hadn't been in the water as long but she certainly didn't enjoy it. Though being in sun straight after couldn't be good for her metal. Well, it wasn't important now. For the moment she let the light reflect off her, catching it in her shiny body, and unleashed it in a burst of energy towards Yakuza. The honchkrow squawked as the light exploded onto him, nearly knocking him onto his back; he steadied himself and glared at the Grouch, pure murder visible in his eyes. The light had struck exactly where Yakuza's previously formed bruise was - the chest. He swore under his breath, shivering slightly from the pain.

Munchy kept an arm over the area Rock Lobsta had struck her as she raised the other into the air, glanced at Yakuza, and slammed the floor again. The room rippled in response, opening new cracks and shaking like no one's business. As Yakuza flapped into the air to avoid the shockwaves, the Grouch quickly pulled up a protective shield much like the one Rock Lobsta had previously. This time while she was protected, the relicanth felt the brunt of the attack: she grunted in pain as she was tossed around, her now-drying skin bruising despite its rocky defenses.

Since he could now easily stay airborne, he did, flapping away tirelessly and watching the battle below. He smirked at Rock Lobsta's attempts to catch Munchy; stupid fish. Fish made great meals, like bugs. How ironic that he was sent out against food. He thought up the perfect ways to cook them - he'd already started, with the sunny day, he just needed a bit more heat. But he'd have that soon. And then dinner time. Yes... food.

Rock Lobsta rolled herself over onto her stomach and eyed her target - Yakuza - above her. Not only was she feeling decidedly worse after the earthquake and that damned punch, but her skin was now drying and she wasn't exactly sure how she could reach the honchkrow. Even if the bird wasn't flying, it was extremely difficult for Rock Lobsta to move; the cracks in the stadium had collected most of the water, plus they seemed to stop her in her tracks whenever she did pull herself a few inches. She sighed and lay down where she was, figuring it was pointless.

Collectively, the Adrenapacks on all the battlers sapped a tiny bit of strength; so little that no one seemed to even notice. They were all more occupied with other things, which was probably a good thing.​