Originally Posted by Dragon
The Best Arena comes back with a few edits :D
2 vs 2 single
Style: Swiiiiitch, though no one will >_>
DQ: Five and seven hours
Damage Cap: 49%
Banned Moves: OHKOs, Dig, Earthquake, anything that will require a lot of money to fix once the Trainers leave >:/
Arena: Holon Field
A flat, almost completely so, green, thriving field in a supposedly fictional region. Encircling where the battlers will be are odd glowing stones, of a hue of every colour imaginable. Strangely, there are only seventeen stones, though these shift colour every now and then. Hills wave up and down in the distance, though where the battlers are is in the middle of nowhere.
There was a legend in Holon, about Pokemon that are not the types they should be, like Psychic Vileplumes or Electric Pidgeots. For a while, this has been only a legend, until such Pokemon were actually found. This field in Holon, though small, is a national park, so destruction is frowned upon. Although for whatever reason, Trainers may come to battle, or watch battles here every once in a while.
Not a very smart idea, on the government's part.
Every round, there is a 80% chance of the battling Pokemon spontaneously changing types. Their weaknesses, resistances, and STAB are not the only things that change, however, the Pokemon is coated in an aura or flames of the colour of the type they have changed into, red for Fire, for example, that has a 20% chance of doing 1% damage of whatever type the aura is on contact. These changes fade at the end of each round, though the next round there is still an 80% of a type change. What type the Pokemon changes into is up to the referee.
On the side, there is a small pond for aquatic Pokemon, about twenty feet square and twelve feet deep.
Based on the TCG.
The usually bustling Holon Field was, today, unnervingly quiet. In fact, that was the topic of the conversation the Goldeen in the pond were having: conspiracies on why no-one was bothering them, where all the trainers went, when their caregiver was going to give them more food. Briefly one of them mentioned that the last time something like this had happened, a huge battle that would’ve torn apart the national park had it not been explicitly banned by the government had occurred.
Unfortunately for them, it was about to happen again.
Dissatisfied with the amount of time the helicopter took to fly to Holon Field, Dragon had arranged for an Abra, provided by the ASB League, to teleport them straight to the mystical meadow. Four separate bursts of shimmering, coloured lights signaled the arrival of the invaders: first came Dragon herself, then her challenger, Kratos Aurion; after that, the referee appeared, followed by the Abra. blazheirio889 bent down and whispered something in the Psychic Pokemon’s ear before patting it on the head and stepping back; the instant she did so, there was a final light show as it teleported back to the ASB Headquarters.
Mumbling something about reffing Dragon’s battles far too often, the referee walked over to one of the seventeen stones surrounding the field and sat on it. She gestured to the battlers and yelled at them to take their positions. When they were settled, she went through the tedious custom of restating the rules, and finally signaled to Dragon to send out her Pokemon.
After a brief hesitation, Dragon bit her lip and threw a Pokeball, the sphere cracking open to let a rush of red light pour out and take the form of Storm, her newly-evolved Shelgon. She growled and stomped on the grass, recognizing the arena at once. On the other end of the field, Kratos tossed his own Pokeball up and down before simply dropping it on the ground, the two halves separating to let Räsvelg the Pandive out of the confines of his red-and-white orb. He reared his head back and let out a screech.
Round One
Dragon (OO)
Storm (F) <Rock Head>
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
Status: Angsting about how the previous battle here went.
Commands: Substitute (10% or smaller, if you can) ~ Dragon Dance/Roar ~ Dragon Rush/Dragon Dance
Kratos Aurion (OO)
Räsvelg (M) <Torrent>
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
Status: Eager to get going.
Commands: Substitute 15%/Fake Out/Shadow Claw ~ Swords Dance/Substitute 15% ~ Natural Gift/Surf/Swords Dance
A barely-audible sigh echoed around the meadow and the stones encircling the arena shifted their hues subtly, changing from a dull grey to a brownish colour. From there, they all turned red, then orange, then yellow and green, until they shuffled their colours so fast it was nearly impossible to tell one from another. Räsvelg growled in surprise and glanced from one multicoloured boulder to another, but Storm, already acquainted with the arena, didn’t bat an eye. Eventually half of the indecisive rocks settled on a brilliant red, while the other half turned an ivory colour. Räsvelg tweeted in surprise when his vision was temporarily swamped with red, while Storm, with her eyes closed in boredom, hardly registered the type change. In fact, it would’ve gone completely unnoticed if it weren’t for the sudden sense of
ordinariness in her gut.
Snapping back into reality, Storm shook out a foot and looked around the arena for something to construct a Substitute out of. Scanning the arena, she felt a twinge of irritation when she noted the field was completely flat, and briefly considered ripping some chunks of earth out of the ground before remembering that it was strictly forbidden. She snorted in exasperation before breathing out a thin stream of pale-green fire. Instead of slithering in the direction of the dragon’s opponent, though, it curved towards the grass in front of her – and that was far as she got before Räsvelg registered what Storm was doing.
With a piercing screech he pushed off the ground with powerful hind legs, wings beating at an incredible speed. Still screaming, he strafed dangerously low, some of the taller blades of grass actually brushing his belly, front talons extended and jaws open wide. Storm reeled back in shock with a hiss, glowing aqua embers still dribbling from her mouth. She tried to scramble backwards, but Räsvelg was going far, far too fast, and there was absolutely no way to avoid the blue gryphon’s… light scratch to her flank. While the cuts were shallow, he might as well have shot Storm: she literally reeled in shock and fell over on her back, where she cried out in indignation and flailed her legs around.
Räsvelg grinned at his handiwork. Backing away a few steps, he sat back on his haunches and spat a thin stream of water at the ground. At least, it looked like water; as it turned out, it was much more solid than it looked. The clear gel-like substance heaped upon itself, over and over, until it resembled a gigantic gumdrop with stubby wings and front legs, as well as a crudely-shaped head. Aesthetics clearly didn’t matter to the pseudo-gryphon, though, because all he did was nod to himself before hurling another stream of liquid. This time, it was a curious rainbow-coloured jet, and the instant it splashed against the surface of the jello-Pandive the structure blinked and yawned.
Meanwhile, Storm had at last managed to heave herself back to her feet. Throwing a dirty glare at Räsvelg’s Substitute, she began to jump up and down at regular intervals, the ground booming with each impact to create a deep, low beat. As the dragon-pupa leapt around, she twisted in the air, turning half-circles and even executing a perfect back-flip, an astounding feat for a Pokemon with such stubby legs. As the dance went on, the spirits of ancient dragons imbued her spirit with courage and nimbleness.
By now, Räsvelg was itching to lay on some damage. Opening his mouth wide, he tilted his head to the sky and focused the deepest wellsprings of his power between his teeth, the white glow of the orb and his aura reflecting off his canines so that they almost hurt to look at. Then, when he could no longer contain the energy, it burst forward in a thick beam, curving away from the heavens to strike a very confused Shelgon in the face. Storm screeched and screwed her eyes shut, the intense light making the back of her eyelids appear red instead of black.
When the Natural Gift died down, Storm blinked her eyes open, her perception of colour temporarily distorted by the Natural Gift. Blindly she charged, draconic flame embellishing her scales even as she ran, drowning out the red aura around her body. Luckily for her, Storm’s aim was true; unfortunately, she still had the Substitute to deal with. Somehow managing to move rather quickly, despite a lack of any visible legs, Räsvelg’s jelly-Pandive threw itself in the way of Storm’s attack. The Shelgon had to be content with slamming into the watery structure. The fire blazing around her burned away a good chunk out of its side as well as one wing, but it managed to hold itself together.
Dragon (OO)
Storm (F) <Rock Head>
Health: 84%
Energy: 89%
Status: In a rather foul mood already. +1 Attack, +1 Speed.
Kratos Aurion (OO)
Räsvelg (M) <Torrent>
Health: 85%
Energy: 82%
Status: Fired up and ready to kick butt. Substitute: 5%
Terrain notes
Nothing to note.
Final notes
Dragon attacks first next round.
Haha oops huge wall of text.
Storm turned into a Normal-type, while Räsvelg turned into a Fire-type.
why do i feel like im missing something ugh
