Kusarigamaitachi vs. Full Metal Cookies, Round One
Pre-Round Stats
Team Kusari (1/1 Pokémon Remaining)
Ripdile (M) [Torrent]
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
Status: Wondering whether he should afraid of the corpses or chew on them
Ripdile's Commands:
Focus Punch ~ Dragon Claw ~ Dragon Claw
Team FMC (1/1 Pokémon Remaining)
Roger (M) [Mold Breaker]
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
Status: Wishing the bloody stumps hadn't been cauterized
Roger's Commands:
Swords Dance ~ Night Slash/Swords Dance ~ Night Slash/Swords Dance
Arena: Hangman's Hill
Hangman's Hill is a vast and tall hill outside a now-abandoned town, the gentle slopes covered in grass. Long ago masses of townspeople gathered here to watch the execution of criminals and heretics and traitors. The tall wooden platform brings even more attention to the centrepiece of this display: a triangle supported at each corner, from which multiple people could be hanged.
There is a large design on the platform, created with blood: a game of hangman, with only one arm missing.
The hill has been the site of several recent murders; though the main gallows are untouched save for the blood, fresh corpses hang from recently-constructed inverted L's scattered around the hill. Each corpse is missing an arm, and the stump has been cauterised.
The sky over Hangman's Hill is overcast and bleak, casting a gray pall over the scattering of gallows and congregation of partially dismembered cadavers. Something small, gray and vaguely serpentine skitters through the grass and up the hill, stopping periodically at each makeshift gallows and looking longingly up at the bodies swinging from them before muttering and moving on. Roger the Enculli reaches the top of the hill and pauses near the large, triangular structure that is the main gallows, looking around for some sign of his opponent. Said opponent is not long in coming; a Totodile trots up from the other side of the hill, red eyes darting nervously to and fro as he approaches. He's a little less comfortable here than Roger is; sure, who doesn't enjoy gnawing on a nice leg or face now and then, but all of these gallows are...
creepy. This place isn't right...
Round One: Begin!
Ripdile sits down in the grass and closes his eyes, shutting out the mixed feelings of apprehension and hunger so that he might focus better. One little hand curls into a fist and he keeps his attention on it, directing a little more energy into his knuckles with every deep inhalation. Roger yawns. The blue lizard is boring, very boring... he just
sits there. Like a thing that... sits there. The Enculli is having a rather difficult time containing himself; all these fresh bodies around, and since they're dead it's not as though anyone would care if he had a little
snack... but first he has to get rid of the boring blue lizard. Roger hops up and down, his tiny legs pumping furiously beneath him as he works himself into a frenzy. Around and around in circles he goes, bouncing energetically and enjoying the immediate rush of of adrenaline through his veins. He settles down after a minute, panting, grinning and certain that dispatching Mr. Boring over there will be a piece of cake. Even when Ripdile takes one last deep breath and gets to his feet, Roger isn't worried. He's ready.
In fact, he is not at all ready for the Totodile fist that comes barreling right at his head at top speed. Ripdile's fist contains so much concentrated energy that it appears to be glowing, and he is able to put so much force behind his punch that Roger is knocked completely off his numerous feet and sent tumbling down the hill. The Enculli squealsas he rolls down in a little ball, only coming to a stop when he collides with the base of one of the makeshift gallows.
Slowly, painfully, Roger pulls himself back up to the top of the hill. His face is throbbing horribly and he's cross-eyed from the pain; he isn't feeling quite as pumped as he was before after a blow like that. Ripdile, sporting a very wide crocodile smile, flexes his fingers as he watches Roger climb.
Damn, that was cool! He kind of wants to do it again, but the situation currently doesn't call for it. Still stretching his claws he moves forward, looks down over the edge... and gets a chestful of talons dripping with dark energy. Roger's claws score deep cuts in Ripdile's scales, made worse by the fact that he digs them in just a
little deeper to give himself enough leverage to pull himself up again. Ripdile's chest begins to bleed as Roger removes his claws and takes a moment to lick them, smirking. A slash from his opponent quickly wipes the smile off of his face, however; snarling, Ripdile rakes his own claws across Roger's left eye. The green fire surrounding them sears the cuts and cauterizes them, not unlike the arms of the victims swinging in the breeze, leaving him entirely unable to see out of the eye.
Screaming horribly from the pain Roger rears up, nearly overbalancing and falling down again, and flails his forelegs wildly. The hit he lands on Ripdile's face is unintentional, but once his claws hit his foe Roger digs in and drags down as hard as he can. This night slash tears a sizeable chunk out of Ripdile's snout, leaving more blood dripping from it. The only way Ripdile can ignore the horrible stinging is to imagine how much more pain Roger must be feeling, especially after he gives the Dark-type another slash across the right eye to match the first. Roger is quicker this time and manages to shut the eye just in time, but the Totodile's claws still slice the eyelid and damage the eye underneath.
Round One: Close
Post-Round Stats
Team Kusari (1/1 Pokémon Remaining)
Ripdile (M) [Torrent]
Health: 76%
Energy: 84%
Status: Face and chest bleeding
Team FMC (1/1 Pokémon Remaining)
Roger (M) [Mold Breaker]
Health: 65%
Energy: 91%
Status: Attack +2; in terrible pain and barely able to see, especially out of his left eye
Arena Status: Nothing has changed.
Ref's Notes
-...this is going to be a quick one, isn't it? Any bets on how long it takes for one of these guys to end up like those hanged dudes?
-Kusari attacks first next round.