Ultra-Saiyan Jace vs Metallica Fanboy

Mockery Marsh

This vile swamp is so deeply covered in toxic gas and venomous beings, it's impossible to visit it without wearing a protective suit. As such, any non-Poison type Pokémon will take 5% Poison-type damage each round. Poison-types will thrive in this virulent enviroment, however, and heal 2% health per round. However, the shifting creatures of the marsh will constantly make fun of the Poison-type, and thus, any Pokémon of that type is constantly Tormented, and any Pokémon that uses a move of that type becomes Tormented for a normal duration.

Other: All Gen V Pokémon may use Sleep Talk.​

Ultra-Saiyan Jace (Oo)

Drilly (f) <sand force>
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
- "Erp..."

Metallica Fanboy (Oo)

Safetymouse (f) <poison point> @Moon Stone
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
- "What a pleasant arena."​

While Safetymouse seems to thrive in the virulent toxins of the marsh, Drilly is impatient to be out of here. She glances quickly at her foe, then dives into the ground claws-first, digging so furiously that she disappears within seconds. Safetymouse can still feel - and hear - the drilbur digging away far below her, and doesn't hesitate before curling up into a tight ball, hardening her thick body's defenses for any incoming blow. And she's glad she did, because the vibrations below her grow louder and louder until suddenly Drilly erupts right underneath her, slamming straight into her spine. Safetymouse screeches in pain, unfolding from her curl and jumping away; the pain is unbelievable, like being hit with a battering ram in, well, the spine. Luckily there's no permanent damage beyond a thick bruise, but it definitely hurts to move.

She doesn't even notice that one of her barbed spines pricked Drilly, seeping poison into her bloodstream; the drilbur doesn't notice either, not yet anyhow, except to wonder at that strange prickly feeling on her paw.

Safetymouse sighs, putting aside her pain for now and instead drawing in a deep breath. The breath cools in her chest, and she has to let it out before it freezes inside her - and so she does, exhaling a thick beam of ice towards Drilly, layering it all over the drilbur's stomach area. Drilly moans in pain but doesn't even move; she glows slightly, barely noticeable under the glow of the ice itself, which is coating the drilbur so heavily that it seems not to even melt. Drilly grits her teeth, and shakes off some - most - of the ice, but around her stomach, a thick coating of it remains; so much that it would make it difficult to move, if she wanted to.

But she doesn't; she stays in place, for now, contemplating her pain. Safetymouse doesn't waste her opportunity, and instead lets loose another beam of ice, this one thickening the coat that already covered Drilly's stomach. The drilbur's whimpering increase, as does the red glow surrounding her; but her frozen stomach does too, and it's clear it'll take something impressive to break that ice. Something more than Drilly's got right now, because the drilbur does absolutely nothing, much to Safetymouse's pleasure. She's rather comforted, after that first blow, by her's opponent's dire state: both frozen and not attacking. She really is please.​

Mockery Marsh

This vile swamp is so deeply covered in toxic gas and venomous beings, it's impossible to visit it without wearing a protective suit. As such, any non-Poison type Pokémon will take 5% Poison-type damage each round. Poison-types will thrive in this virulent enviroment, however, and heal 2% health per round. However, the shifting creatures of the marsh will constantly make fun of the Poison-type, and thus, any Pokémon of that type is constantly Tormented, and any Pokémon that uses a move of that type becomes Tormented for a normal duration.

Other: All Gen V Pokémon may use Sleep Talk.​

Ultra-Saiyan Jace (Oo)

Drilly (f) <sand force>
Health: 68%
Energy: 95%
- "Just... wait..." Biding (one more action); poisoned (1% / action); stomach is frozen over.

Metallica Fanboy (Oo)

Safetymouse (f) <poison point> @Moon Stone
Health: 85%
Energy: 89%
- "Well... this is a nice change of events." +1 def.​

Drilly's face contorted, either in pain or simply focusing; she stared at Safetymouse, waiting, just waiting. Safetymouse eyes the drillbur's strange behavior, but doesn't pay it too much attention, since she's been doing that for a while now, so it can't be that worrying. Instead she gathers up some of the toxic goop that makes up the arena, piling it up into a strange nidorina-like shape. She spits a bit of her own venom into it, enough that she can feel the drop in her energy; and the pile of sludge sloops upwards, a head and arms suddenly stretching out, ears popping out of the head as well as a tiny horn; it manages to waddle forwards on its little stubby legs, and even bobs its tail. It moves forwards, in front of Safetymouse, protecting its creator; and just in time, too.

Drilly's face contorts even further, her eyes squinting tight and her nose scrunching up; she just can't hold it any longer. She yelps as the energy explodes outwards, splitting through the ice that encases her and slamming hard into the substitute, ripping it apart and flinging sludge everywhere. The energy fades, revealing a sludge-covered, but still rather healthy Safetymouse; and the ice covering Drilly is still there, if a bit less solid.

Safetymouse grins; a short-lived substitute, yeah, but she escaped that pretty well. She gets down on al fours and braces herself, preparing for the incoming attack. It'll be a bit hard to prepare for, though, because Drilly plans on hitting from below. The drilbur claws its way underground, its journey made a bit cumbersome by the ice coating its stomach, but not too much so. She shoveled her way down, then forwards and finally up, right under the nidorina she intended to hit. She shoved her way out of the ground and slammed into Safetymouse, tossing the nidorina into the air; Safetymouse lands with a whumf, apparently prepared, and responds with a burst of energy in Drilly's direction. While the dig certainly hurt Safetymouse, it's nothing compared to this - Drilly is flung backwards, landing on her back and skidding to a stop in the sludgewater. She whimpers as she gets to her feet; the heat from the counter burnt off most of the remaining ice, but Drilly is far from grateful. She limps forwards, getting her pace back.

Safetymouse doesn't wait though, not this time. She takes a deep breath and screeches, a torrent of water flushing forwards with the screams; the water and echoes hit Drilly smack in the stomach. The poor drilbur curls up, looking so pained that she might just throw up. It's either that or faint, and she's quite close to the latter. The water stops coming, only a few drops dripping from Safetymouse's mouth, and she licks her lips satisfactorily. Drilly uncurls, walking hesitantly towards her assailant.

She raises a claw into the air, and it shimmers silver; Safetymouse eyes it, but has no time to react before Drilly swipes the claws across Safetymouse's thick hide, forming thin scratch marks. Though Safetymouse takes little notice of the attack other than to grunt in annoyance, Drilly's claws are noticeably sharper afterwards; perhaps the needed bonus she needs, at this point. And Safetymouse notices her hide isn't as thick as before - it held up against Drilly's claws, but it seems to be a bit softer now. Shame.​