Blaziking vs. Kindling Queen, Round Eight
Pre-Round Stats
Team Blaziking (1/2 Pokémon Remaining)
Swimmy (F) [Sniper]
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
Status: This water is icky...
Swimmy's Commands:
Surf ~ Surf ~ Surf
Team KQ (2/2 Pokémon Remaining)
Charmander (M) [Blaze]
Health: 62%
Energy: 34%
Status: Attack +4, Speed +2; Poisoned (very severe: 2% last round, 3% this); it's about damn time!
Charmander's Commands:
Attract ~ Captivate ~ Thunderpunch
Arena: Flooded City
After a massive downpour of rain that lasted for days, a large city became covered in feet of water. The arena is in a small neighborhood with homes clustered together making a 70ft x 40ft arena on the rooftops of these homes. There are tips of telephone poles reaching about 3 feet out of the water. On the rooftop, there are some areas with small, 2 foot puddles, enough for a small water Pokemon to fit in. Because the water rushing beside the building carries some disease ridden corpses and some sewage water, moves that are used by drawing water (i.e Surf, Muddy Water, Water Pulse) have a chance of poisoning the opponent. If a water type Pokemon stays in the water too long, the chance increases (5% chance increase every round) that they may become badly poisoned. Every round there is a 5% chance that water could rush for one round, causing small Pokemon in the water to be pulled away by the tide, thus causing the Pokemon to have a harder time attacking while attempting to stay where they are in the water. Because of this, 2% of damage from attacks from this Pokemon are taken off if this occcurs.
Round Eight: Begin
Charmander's respite and victory dance are short-lived. As soon as Blaziking vanishes back into his Pokéball another opponent appears to take his place. And this one is looking a little more... fishy. And...
wet. Swimmy the Remoraid materializes in the air a few feet above one of the abnormally deep puddles on the roof and dives straight into it. Deep as it is for a puddle, it's rather cramped for a fish of Swimmy's size; still, she shouldn't have to move around too much. After all, her opponent is just a Charmander, right? How long could this possibly take?
"Just a Charmander" is a little nervous about the idea of fighting a water-type, especially in an arena that is so replete with
water, but he doesn't intend to let his nerves get the better of him. All he has to do is incapacitate her so she can't hurt him with the
water, and he knows just how to do it. Charmander swaggers up to Swimmy's puddle and smiles roguishly down at her, flashing her a full set of perfectly white teeth, and tries his best to sweet-talk her.
Hey, there, baby, he says,
lookin' fine! You know, babe, you've got the nicest... um... the nicest... wait. Crap. If Swimmy was a female Charmander he'd know the perfect pickup line to use, but a fish... he's drawing a blank on fish pickup lines.
The nicest... tail flame? he tries lamely, his confident grin replaced by a sheepish, embarrased one. Swimmy just stares. Tail flame? What's his brain damage? She doesn't have one of those. Totally unimpressed by Charmander's attempt to hit on her, Swimmy backs up a little in her puddle and concentrates, focusing on the push and pull of the floodwaters all around the roof. With some effort she is able to release enough water energy to change the direction of the flow, cause it to run faster... a few more moment's work and a sizeable wave looms up over the roof. Charmander has just enough time to yelp and pull his own tail flame in close before the wave crashes down upon him, fetid water pounding down on his little body as he tries to shrink closer to the roof. The wave peters out shortly, leaving Swimmy in a slightly deeper puddle and Charmander, soaked, painful and terrified, on the shingles nearby.
Wet and miserable, Charmander slowly uncurls and picks himself up. He shivers as he checks his tail--good, still burning, but not as brightly as before--and stifles a little sniffle.
Don't cry, don't cry... mighty dragons don't cry... it's not that bad... I can deal with this... He turns and makes his way back over to Swimmy, a hurt look on his face, and tries again.
What was that all about? Here I am, trying to be a gentleman and pay a pretty girl like you a compliment, and just because I get a little flustered you try to drown me? He pouts for effect, and Swimmy cocks her head to one side as she listens.
It's just... you know, I'm not used to talking to girls that are so different. Look, if you're not interested then you're not interested, but... can you at least cut me some slack here? I wasn't trying
to upset you or anything... He shuffles his feet a little and gives her a hopeful look. Swimmy frowns and considers his words. Well... maybe she was a little hasty. Just a little. And he is kind of cute when he tries to apologize like that... in a geeky sort of way, anyway. Unfortunately for Charmander he isn't cute enough to get Swimmy to disobey her orders, but at least this time she takes pity on him--the second wave she summons and rains down on him is somewhat smaller than the first. She even makes sure he has ample time to get his tail out of the way.
So much for that plan, Charmander thinks to himself as he sits on the roof, having been pushed a few feet behind Swimmy. Stupid fish. Well, if playing nice won't work, he'll just have to make sushi out of the little monster. His sodden fist glows yellow and starts to crackle as little sparks leap off of it. Without warning he slams his electrified fist into Swimmy, punching her right in her dorsal fin. Bubbles stream from Swimmy's mouth and gills as she thrashes and writhes in pain, electricity coursing through her body. Charmander pulls his arm back quickly--he's had enough water touch him today, thanks--and Swimmy spins around to glare at him. What the hell was that? First he tries to woo her, then he's all sheepish and kind of geeky-cute and she shows him a little mercy, and then he punches her? With electricity? The Remoraid finds her patience wearing a little thin, and the third wave that rises up over the rooftop is bigger than the last--maybe not quite as big as the first one, still, but she wants him to know that she means business and he'd better cut the crap. The wave washes Charmander even further back, and he instinctively curls up to protect his tail, but by now he's so cold and sore that he can barely feel the deluge of floodwater hitting him.
Round Eight: Close
Post-Round Stats
Team Blaziking (1/2 Pokémon Remaining)
Swimmy (F) [Sniper]
Health: 80%
Energy: 85%
Status: Special Attack -1; ...why did the cute, geeky lizard
punch me? D: Jerk...
Team KQ (2/2 Pokémon Remaining)
Charmander (M) [Blaze]
Health: 27% (CAPPED)
Energy: 21%
Status: Attack +4, Speed +2; Blaze (Fire damage x1.5); Poisoned (very severe: 3% this round, 4% next); ...so wet... so...
cold... the
water...!
Arena Status: A small spot of toxic sludge sits in front of a scattered pile of debris near one edge of the arena. Several holes, ranging from the size of a brick to one the size of Charmander himself, dot one of the roofs where Charmander pulled out pieces of wood and tiling; the flooded attic is exposed just a few inches below.
Ref's Notes
-You never specified what the chance of moves like Surf, etc. causing poisoning was, Blaziking, or how severe it was, so I just set it at 5% and mild poisoning. Not that it matters much right now, but just for future reference.
-Attract failed. Oh, how the tables have turned, says the RNG.
-Swimmy was upset by the Thunderpunch and isn't as captivated by Charmander any longer, so her special attack went back up a little.
-The third Surf hit the damage cap.
-Kindling Queen attacks first next round.