Byrus and Maothaigh
The crowd watches eagerly as Byrus walks onto the ice--this is the last appeal they'll be seeing this round, and they're hoping for a good one. As Chiropterus began the appeal round, so Byrus ends it, not bringing his pokémon with him onto the stage but merely a single pokéball. Casting it to the ground and calling a command, he watches as it bursts open in a fountain of energy, curling up higher and higher to form the looming shape of Maothaigh, who dwarfs her trainer. The massive gyarados slithers forward, looking determined to live up to the crowd's expecations with her appeal.
Rearing back, Maothaigh opens her jaws wide and spits up a long, coiling streamer of greenish flame, which forms into a large, spinning twister on the ice before her. The whipping winds carry with them streamers of brilliant green draconic energy, and the attack partially obscures Maothaigh from view as it swirls around in front of her. The gyarados quickly follows the attack up with a flamethrower, and this time it is ordinary, sulfurous flames that sprout from her mouth, getting sucked up by the twister and spun around into a raging column of flame. For a few moments Maothaigh is merely content to watch the whirling maelstrom, green flames entwined with red glittering off her dark blue scales and reflected in the eyes of the onlookers. Then at last she summons up a great burst of water, gurgling faintly as liquid rises to the back of her throat, and spits it with extreme force at the fiery tornado before her. The hydro pump easily douses the flames, and the twister goes out with a hiss and a sizzle, leaving nothing but a large puddle of water and half-melted ice in its wake as Maothaigh cuts off the attack before it can get too out of hand. She briefly acknowledges the crowd's cheers before being recalled by Byrus, who proceeds back to his spot on the sidelines.
Anticipation is high in the stands as members of the crowd speculate about how the round will pan out and the judge finishes scoring the appeals. Soon, all eyes are trained eagerly on the great video screen hanging at one end of the rink as it flickers to life and names and numbers start to scroll across its screen.