While the pokémon are still growing acclimated to the sudden return of normalcy, the arena around them blooms. In the scruffy grass and tall water weeds flowers open, the vileplume that normally stay hidden away from the fighting that goes on in the Battle Pike lending their aid to the battling pokémon. The fierce sand-laden winds threaten to dilute their scent to such an extent that it will have no effect, but there are so many pokémon contributing to the attack that their combined efforts are just enough to make Janus raise his muzzle, sniffing curiously, and Alya pause in plotting her next attack, her eye roaming around her empty skull as it seeks the source of the relaxing scent.
The aromatherapy grows stronger as more vileplume add their fragrance to the attack, and Janus sneezes, eyes watering. The strong smell is doing him good, however, leeching the deadly poison out of his blood and leaving him refreshed and restored. Alya, with no particular afflictions for the aromatherapy to act against, is merely soothed and relaxed by it, and she does have to admit that she's glad of a little break--the trainers are momentarily transfixed, the thought of giving orders driven from their minds.
The vileplume aren't able to keep pumping out aromatherapy forever, however, and one by one their flowers close again. The sandstorm rapidly disperses what is left of the scent, and the pokémon rouse themselves, rather reluctantly, for another round of battle.
Round Thirteen
L'il Dwagie (OO)
Alya (F) <Early Bird> @ Reaper Cloth
Health: 49%
Energy: 70%
Chills: 0/3
Commands: Trick Room / Dark Pulse / Chill ~ Dark Pulse / Calm Mind / Rest ~ Dark Pulse / Calm Mind / Rest
- Feeling smug, albeit sluggish. Odor sleuth locked (3 more actions).
In Reserve:
Twitch (F) <Levitate>
Health: 4%
Energy: 8%
Chills: 3/3
Used:
Grass King (XO)
Janus (M) <Levitate>
Health: 39%
Energy: 74%
Chills: 1/3
Commands: Shadow Ball ~ Crunch ~ Shadow Ball
- Lying on his side, dazed. Confused (severe). -1 Attack
Janus is feeling so much better that he thinks it's time to try getting back to his feet. The muddy girafarig heaves himself back to all fours, then tentatively tries to stand. With a little struggling, he manages to raise himself off the ground and, shakily, come to a full standing position.
Well. It's good to be back on his feet. He peers up into the haze of flying sand, grinning vapidly up at the red spot of the duskull's eye hanging in the air overhead, starts to take a step, trips, and ends up back on the ground.
Alya is paying no attention to her dazed opponent. She's been enjoying her speed advantage, and she intends to get it back. Once more the duskull is weaving a complicated spell to reverse the normal flow of events, working small for the moment as she twists the intricate web of psychic power together. As soon as she has the form of the trick room worked out, she adds more power, letting it expand from between her tendrils to engulf the whole of the arena. Once again the air within the Battle Pike grows dead, the sandstorm muted, a heavy weight falling upon the speedier Janus and an invigorating jolt of agility taking hold of Alya.
Janus is still reeling, and Alya doesn't hesitate to press her advantage, letting pure darkness bleed into the air between her tendrils before she brings them slashing down, releasing a swift pulse of black energy in Janus' direction. It slams into the girafarig, the shock of pain and despair enough to, at last, shock him out of his confused daze.
And, with his airheaded optimism dispelled, the girafarig discovers that he's
angry. That ghost has made a fool of him, and if he doesn't get back on the top of his game soon, he's going to lose. Where before he could barely stand, he now surges back to his feet, baring teeth stained black from his own reserves of dark energy, and leaps, snapping at Alya and catching the ghost with a powerful crunch, dragging her down out of the air and shaking her back and forth, his teeth ripping her ethereal train into ribbons.
Alya isn't going to let the girafarig just rip her apart like that, though. She fires another dark pulse straight into his face, etching a black scar across his muzzle and causing him to let go of her immediately. While Alya beats a hasty retreat, Janus is temporarily shocked into inaction, too stunned by the point-blank dark pulse to do anything but stand still and cringe. Meanwhile, the bonds that had locked Alya into her corporeal form finally fade away, allowing her to relax back into a more comfortable semisolid state.
L'il Dwagie (OO)
Alya (F) <Early Bird> @ Reaper Cloth
Health: 36%
Energy: 51%
Chills: 0/3
Commands: Trick Room ~ Dark Pulse x2
- A little peeved, but still confident.
In Reserve:
Twitch (F) <Levitate>
Health: 4%
Energy: 8%
Chills: 3/3
Grass King (XO)
Janus (M) <Levitate>
Health: 19%
Energy: 68%
Chills: 1/3
Commands: Confused ~ Crunch ~ Flinch
- In dire straits and trying to gather his wits. -1 Attack
Terrain Notes
No sooner has the trick room dissipated than it returns, once again holding the arena under its spell (3 more actions). The sandstorm goes on unperturbed, and the Pike aide listens carefully for a moment before announcing, "I seem to have heard something... It may have been whispering..."
Final Notes
- DJ P0N-3 attacks first next round.
