The Snow Globe
The trainers and their Pokemon have been shrunk down to size to fit into this tiny representation of a town on the night before Christmas. Though the name of the arena is "The Snow Globe", the only Pokemon able to battle here are water-types, as snow globes are filled with water. In the small globe are four "snow"-crested plastic houses and a church. The Pokemon are of the size that, if the doors of the buildings could be opened, they would fit as if they had been entering the average door in the outside world.
Every other round a random passerby will shake the globe, causing the "snow" to fly around the sphere, coming to rest at the end of the round. While this is in effect, all moves lose 15% accuracy (Not 15% of their accuracy, so a Toxic would go down to 60%, not 62%). As the entire arena is made of water, electric moves will hit both the target and the user. The dome of the globe is also indestructible for the purposes of the battle, though the miniature buildings can be destroyed at will.
Additional Rules: Only Pokemon that can survive underwater for long periods of time may participate.
Ampharos (xO)
Constantine (m) <Torrent> @lucky egg
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
- *cheep*
The Omskivar (xO)
Schwarzengerman (m) <Sniper>
Health: 6%
Energy: 47%
- ‘… finally …’
Badly poisoned (7% this round). Sniper active.
A flash of white light announces the appearance of a big floppy penguin, replacing its fallen comrade Magni. Constantine dives splashes about in the fish bowl, trying to surmise his arena, and fails miserably… It’s just too weird. How did he become so small, or the snow globe so big, and is that real snow, what the hell is going on??? Uhg, it’s too much to think about, whatever - he turns instead to the clearly exhausted Schwarz, and rolls his eyes. Really, he’s sent into this arena to take out that - what could barely be called an opponent. Fine. Fine. This is his lot. He rubs his fin-wings over his eyes; he’ll deal. He’s been through worse, maybe, probably… Or he will be, in the future.
Squinting his eyes, he prepares to - to swim really fast - and dive - and, and peck, and, no, he can’t, it’s too many things, his brain freezes. He smacks himself on the head, trying to figure it out, but he can’t, and anyhow it doesn’t matter, because a blue shield is clearly visible surrounding the stupid remoraid. So even if he could understand how to pull off his attack, which he can’t, even he can tell it would be more than pointless. Now utterly furious, he floats limply in the water, waiting for a miracle.
Unfortunately, once the shield fades, Schwarz isn’t content to let his opponent flounder. Though tiny, he opens his mouth and lets out a horrendous scream; it’s surely powerful enough to shatter glass, though thankfully it doesn’t. Still, it looks like it’s shattering something, as Constantine presses his fin-wings hard against where his ears would presumably be, scrunching up his eyes in clear pain. It’s hard to tell when the screaming ends, as it reverberates through the water and in Constantine’s pained skull; he opens his eyes though, glaring daggers at the stupid fish.
The assault isn’t done yet. Schwarz flounders through the water, landing like a dead fish on Constantine’s face - and flops, smacking him red, flailing so furiously the poor prinplup can’t even smack him away. He smacks and whips and kicks until he suddenly goes limp - Constantine grabs him and throws him immediately, with no resistance, sending him towards the top of the snowglobe. At such speeds, it takes a moment for anyone to notice his eyes are crossed, he’s not moving at all - and then he’s immediately recalled into his pokeball. Constantine is still fuming; he won, sure, but not by his own actions. Uhg. Humiliating.
The water is temperate. The church has been ripped open. The fake doors lay on the ground, half-covered by white plastic. 'Snow' is settling around the battlers.