As far as things in this particular league go, the chosen battlefield is fairly tame and plain. The wide expanse of grass stretches on as far as the eye can see, and a small circle of tree provides some shade from the glare of the sun. A couple of Lotad paddle about happily in the small pond, playfully splashing each other and hopping across the lillypads. They quickly freeze up however, when a strong wind suddenly begins to batter the area, and the sound of powerful wing-beats can be heard.
The wild Pokémon give squeaks of alarm as the imposing figure of an Aerodactyl looms overhead, preparing to land in their secluded little haven. They both frantically scuttle off as the great beast descends, landing deftly on the clearing as its trainer hops off.
The remaining two trainers arrive in a less showy-off fashion than the referee, and just calmly make their way through the cluster of trees to take their places at each end of the clearing. When the toothy Aerodactyl is returned to the confines of his Pokéball, both battlers unleash their choice of Pokémon. Clearpikmin sends out Smog the leering Gastly, while Zapi chooses Wally, the delicate looking Ralts.
The Gastly gives a menacing hiss as he sets his eyes on his opponent, and Wally stares back, trying not to appear nervous. Smog's gaseous form looks faint and translucent in the daylight, but it doesn't make him less creepy looking as far as Wally is concerned. As Byrus raises the flag to signal the start of the match, both trainers call out their commands to their waiting Pokémon.
clearpikmin [OOO]
[Smog]
(M) <Levitate>
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
Status: Enjoying the shade the trees offer.
Zapi [OOO]
[Wally]
(M) <Synchronize>
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
Status: Looking a bit wary.
Round one
Smog is the first to move, and he quickly swoops down towards Wally, a wide, vampiric grin on his face. His white eyes glow a deep, blood-red, and he hisses at his foe as he sends the waves of hypnotic suggestion flowing towards him.
Wally can’t help but find the ghost’s intense glare terrifying… but also strangely fascinating. He finds himself staring into Smog’s wide eyes, being pulled deeper and deeper into the trance. However, just when Smog thinks he's finally got the Ralts in his grasp, Wally abruptly turns away, shaking his head and blinking rapidly as he tries to snap out of his daze.
Smog gives a hiss of annoyance and tries again to persuade Wally to look at him. Unfortunately, Wally has caught on to the trick, and he stubbornly keeps his eyes averted from the hypnotizing glow. Smog quickly grows frustrated with his lack of success, and his eyes dim back to their blank, white state as he scowls and grumbles to himself.
His mood doesn’t improve when Wally recovers from his shock and starts to taunt him about his poor luck. The Ralts bursts into laughter, mocking the ghost's poor hypnosis technique in an irritating, sing-song voice, all while making faces at him. Smog’s aura flares up in agitation, and he glares daggers at Wally, but he does make an effort to ignore the Ralts’ immature taunts.
Unfortunately, the psychic is pretty relentless, and he smugly goes on and on about how he could pull off a much better hypnosis. He’s pretty confident that he could even lure a Shuppet off to sleep.
Finally, Smog rises to the bait, completely sick of Wally’s irritating voice and general smugness. He gives a furious, ghostly wail, startling Wally out of his tirade, and then streams forward, his fangs bared and his eyes wide and wild with anger.
None of his current orders include any offensive commands, but the Gastly doesn’t care; he’s determined to pummel that insolent Ralts no matter what.
He recklessly tackles Wally down and thrashes about madly, heedless of his own safety. Wally gives a cry of surprise at Smog’s viciousness, and he frantically tries to bat him away. Much to his frustration, he can only seem to get at the shimmering aura of poison surrounding Smog, and his arms fall uselessly through the ethereal mist. He does manage to land a few weak hits on Smog’s spherical body, but it does little to ward the furious ghoul off.
Smog does eventually relent however, and he drifts backwards, still seething and already planning his next attack.
Wally is relieved at the brief lull, and he takes the time to quickly inspect his wounds, but he’s relieved to see there doesn’t appear to be any visible damage. Physical attacks obviously aren’t the ghost’s forte.
Now it's time to show he wasn’t just all talk about that hypnosis brag. He cautiously approaches the fuming Gastly, then plucks up his courage and looks the enraged ghost straight in the eyes. Smog bares his fangs and glares back at him, but he suddenly freezes as he sees Wally’s eyes glowing a bright red. Wally slowly waves his stubby hands rhythmically from side to side, and Smog gives an enraged hiss as he struggles to tear his gaze away. He’s all too familiar with this move, and the fact that Wally is using it against him enrages him even further.
Unfortunately for Smog, Wally has better luck, and the ghost finds himself unable to look away from the bright red glare of Wally’s eyes. He feels his eyelids begin to droop, until…
Wally gives a silent cheer as he sees Smog’s eyes close, and he allows himself to relax a little. The ghost lets out a raspy snore and drifts downwards, before stopping to float limply near the ground.
Wally closes his eyes and concentrates, and when he opens them again, they’re glowing with a soft, pink light. He reaches out towards Smog’s mind with his psychic powers, and easily manages to get a hold of the poison’s type strange mind. He cringes a little as he delves into Smog’s dreams; he’s obviously still enraged, and he’s thinking about some rather violent things he wants to do to a certain Ralts. Nevertheless, Wally manages to nab Smog’s dream, converting it into a nourishing snack for himself. The nasty images of the dream begin to flicker and distort as Wally finishes the extraction, and he takes that as his cue to release his mental hold.
When Wally returns to the waking world, he blinks and shakes his head, then looks over at his dozing opponent. Smog’s sleeping face looks troubled and angry, and he’s twisting fitfully in the air.
End of round one
clearpikmin [OOO]
[Smog]
(M) <Levitate>
Health: 82%
Energy: 92%
Status: Tossing and turning.
Asleep (Moderate), taunted (Two more actions)
Moves used: Hypnosis (missed) ~ Struggle ~ [Asleep]
Zapi [OOO]
[Wally]
(M) <Synchronize>
Health: 100%
Energy: 83%
Status: Feeling accomplished.
Moves used: Taunt ~ Hypnosis ~ Dream eater
Battle notes
- Since Smog had no offensive options on action two, he resorted to struggle.
-Zapi attacks first.