With the raging sandstorm making it hard for Ectoplasm to see more than a couple of feet in front of his face and its turbulent winds shrieking in Twitch's ears, it's hard for either pokémon to get a sense of what's going on in the larger arena around them. This suits the croagunk rising from the marsh just fine; both battlers are caught completely off guard when the frogs pounce, unleashing a flurry of jabs and weak blows that, while they don't do a great deal of damage to either fighter, do leave them disoriented, having gotten only a brief glimpse of their assailants during the mild but swift and unexpected attack.
L'il Dwagie (OO)
Twitch (F) <Levitate>
Health: 61%
Energy: 53%
Chills: 1/3
Commands: Zen Headbutt / Substitute 15% / Chill x3
- Getting a little tired.
Grass King (OO)
Ectoplasm (M) <Insomnia> @ Lucky Egg
Health: 60%
Energy: 54%
Chills: 0/3
Commands: Phase (and Psychic if possible) ~ Psychic ~ Psychic
- Extremely unhappy in the sandstorm. Confused (moderate). Paralyzed (severe). Tormented (3 more actions). -2 Special Attack, -1 Special Defense
Twitch is the first to recover, baring her teeth against the painful buffets of the sandstorm and concentrating psychic energy in her skull once again. Ramming into Ectoplasm with a zen headbutt is an odd sensation, though it's more pleasant, at least, than it would be to slam headfirst into a more solid foe. As it is, though, sailing through the ghost, trailing psychic energy through his body, exposes her to the awful grave-cold of Ectoplasm's core, and Twitch is left stiff and shivering as she exits through the top of Ectoplasm's head.
Ectoplasm suffers more from the attack, of course. If there's one thing he's thankful for, however, it's that the zubat's onslaught has cleared his head a bit; strange lights still glimmer at the corners of his vision, but at least he no longer seems to be drowning in the hateful illusion. The haunter allows his essence to unravel, spreading himself out through the air as an indistinct mass of energy. The tearing wind continues to irritate him, but at least the blowing sand grains no longer rip through his assumed body.
Twich doesn't realize that her opponent has decided to take a pass on corporeality for the moment. Charging another zen headbutt, she dives confidently through the place where Ectoplasm should be--only to pull up, confused, when no wave of freezing air surrounds her. She keeps the zen headbutt prepared, its humming filling her ears, and flies around in a wide circle, trying to pick up on where her opponent has gone. It's no use, though, and at last she is forced to let her attack die out, the strain on her body growing too great for her to keep it at the ready any longer.
Meanwhile, Ectoplasm is gathering psychic energy of his own, projecting a questing line of force towards what he hopes is Twitch. His scan turns up nothing, however; undeterred, the haunter sends out another tracer of psychic power, only to have it come back ineffective as well. With some apprehension, the ghost tries again and then again to lock onto the zubat with his mind, but he remains unsuccessful. Whether because of the raging sandstorm or some lingering degree of confusion, Ectoplasm's psychic power scrabbles at nothing.
Twitch isn't having much luck getting an attack in, either. Flitting through the oppressive gale, the zubat tries not to panic as her search continues to prove futile. If she's managed to lose track of the ghost, then she's a sitting duck--he could pop up and strike from anywhere, and she would have little ability to retaliate. The ghost himself isn't up to attacking at all at the moment, though. The failure of his psychic attack has hit him hard, and rather than starting another he's wallowing in self-pity over the failure of the last one. It seems he hasn't been able to do anything right this battle, and the missed psychic is just the latest in a long litany of unsuccessful attacks. As the haunter runs back over the battle in his mind, though, he realizes that he's really not in such a bad position at the moment. Sure, he's messed things up a bit, but sitting around doing nothing isn't going to put him on the right track. There's still the chance to pull off a win if he stays focused--certainly his phasing seems to have thrown Twitch for a loop. The more he thinks about it, the better Ectoplasm feels. He's not going down without a fight!
L'il Dwagie (OO)
Twitch (F) <Levitate>
Health: 58%
Energy: 40%
Chills: 1/3
Used: Zen Headbutt x2 ~ Nothing
- Getting a little tired.
Grass King (OO)
Ectoplasm (M) <Insomnia> @ Lucky Egg
Health: 41%
Energy: 47%
Chills: 0/3
Used: Phase ~ Psychic ~ Emo Fail
- Facing the match with renewed determination. Phased out. Paralyzed (moderate). -2 Special Attack, -1 Special Defense
Terrain Notes
A sandstorm is raging around the arena, obscuring the pokémon behind a wall of flying grit. The Pike aide's status report remains the same: "There is a sense of restlessness about this place..."
Final Notes
- Ectoplasm's psychic missed.
- Although Ectoplasm's phasing prevents him from taking damage from the "sand" part of sandstorm, I'm continuing to add the usual amount of damage to account for how much harder it is for him to keep things together when the air he's phased into insists on moving at high speeds.
- Grass King attacks first next round.
Round Five
L'il Dwagie (OO)
Twitch (F) <Levitate>
Health: 61%
Energy: 53%
Chills: 1/3
Commands: Zen Headbutt / Substitute 15% / Chill x3
- Getting a little tired.
Grass King (OO)
Ectoplasm (M) <Insomnia> @ Lucky Egg
Health: 60%
Energy: 54%
Chills: 0/3
Commands: Phase (and Psychic if possible) ~ Psychic ~ Psychic
- Extremely unhappy in the sandstorm. Confused (moderate). Paralyzed (severe). Tormented (3 more actions). -2 Special Attack, -1 Special Defense
Twitch is the first to recover, baring her teeth against the painful buffets of the sandstorm and concentrating psychic energy in her skull once again. Ramming into Ectoplasm with a zen headbutt is an odd sensation, though it's more pleasant, at least, than it would be to slam headfirst into a more solid foe. As it is, though, sailing through the ghost, trailing psychic energy through his body, exposes her to the awful grave-cold of Ectoplasm's core, and Twitch is left stiff and shivering as she exits through the top of Ectoplasm's head.
Ectoplasm suffers more from the attack, of course. If there's one thing he's thankful for, however, it's that the zubat's onslaught has cleared his head a bit; strange lights still glimmer at the corners of his vision, but at least he no longer seems to be drowning in the hateful illusion. The haunter allows his essence to unravel, spreading himself out through the air as an indistinct mass of energy. The tearing wind continues to irritate him, but at least the blowing sand grains no longer rip through his assumed body.
Twich doesn't realize that her opponent has decided to take a pass on corporeality for the moment. Charging another zen headbutt, she dives confidently through the place where Ectoplasm should be--only to pull up, confused, when no wave of freezing air surrounds her. She keeps the zen headbutt prepared, its humming filling her ears, and flies around in a wide circle, trying to pick up on where her opponent has gone. It's no use, though, and at last she is forced to let her attack die out, the strain on her body growing too great for her to keep it at the ready any longer.
Meanwhile, Ectoplasm is gathering psychic energy of his own, projecting a questing line of force towards what he hopes is Twitch. His scan turns up nothing, however; undeterred, the haunter sends out another tracer of psychic power, only to have it come back ineffective as well. With some apprehension, the ghost tries again and then again to lock onto the zubat with his mind, but he remains unsuccessful. Whether because of the raging sandstorm or some lingering degree of confusion, Ectoplasm's psychic power scrabbles at nothing.
Twitch isn't having much luck getting an attack in, either. Flitting through the oppressive gale, the zubat tries not to panic as her search continues to prove futile. If she's managed to lose track of the ghost, then she's a sitting duck--he could pop up and strike from anywhere, and she would have little ability to retaliate. The ghost himself isn't up to attacking at all at the moment, though. The failure of his psychic attack has hit him hard, and rather than starting another he's wallowing in self-pity over the failure of the last one. It seems he hasn't been able to do anything right this battle, and the missed psychic is just the latest in a long litany of unsuccessful attacks. As the haunter runs back over the battle in his mind, though, he realizes that he's really not in such a bad position at the moment. Sure, he's messed things up a bit, but sitting around doing nothing isn't going to put him on the right track. There's still the chance to pull off a win if he stays focused--certainly his phasing seems to have thrown Twitch for a loop. The more he thinks about it, the better Ectoplasm feels. He's not going down without a fight!
L'il Dwagie (OO)
Twitch (F) <Levitate>
Health: 58%
Energy: 40%
Chills: 1/3
Used: Zen Headbutt x2 ~ Nothing
- Getting a little tired.
Grass King (OO)
Ectoplasm (M) <Insomnia> @ Lucky Egg
Health: 41%
Energy: 47%
Chills: 0/3
Used: Phase ~ Psychic ~ Emo Fail
- Facing the match with renewed determination. Phased out. Paralyzed (moderate). -2 Special Attack, -1 Special Defense
Terrain Notes
A sandstorm is raging around the arena, obscuring the pokémon behind a wall of flying grit. The Pike aide's status report remains the same: "There is a sense of restlessness about this place..."
Final Notes
- Ectoplasm's psychic missed.
- Although Ectoplasm's phasing prevents him from taking damage from the "sand" part of sandstorm, I'm continuing to add the usual amount of damage to account for how much harder it is for him to keep things together when the air he's phased into insists on moving at high speeds.
- Grass King attacks first next round.
