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.
With a shrug and a few congratulatory words, Dragon returned her comatose Shelgon to the safety of her Pokeball. After several minutes of mumbling and muttering of how she was just about screwed and one of her Pokemon may as well evolve, during which the referee impatiently shifted her weight from foot to foot, the ASBer threw another high-tech sphere. This one burst open to reveal… a much less menacing Pokemon: a small brown cat-like creature with a creamy ruff around her neck. Rose the Eevee mewled and attempted to stare down Räsvelg, who merely raised an eyebrow, too tired to do anything else.
Round Seven
Dragon (XO)
Rose (F) <Adaptability>
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
Status: Trying her best to look intimidating.
Commands: Double Team ~ Skull Bash/Shadow Ball/Dig ~ Skull Bash/Shadow Ball/Dig
Kratos Aurion (OO)
Räsvelg (M) <Torrent>
Health: 42%
Energy: 9%
Status: Really,
really tired. +4 Attack. Badly poisoned (2% this round, 3% next).
Commands: Chill/nothing ~ Chill/nothing ~ Chill/nothing
So fatigued was Räsvelg that upon hearing his commands, he literally dropped to the ground in a heap with a huge sigh. Rose took one look at him and smirked. Storm may not have done much in terms of physical wounds, but she certainly had worn him down something awful; finishing him off should be a cinch.
Suddenly, the seventeen stones around the battlers flared up in a white glow, which died down shortly after to reveal that they were rapidly shuffling their colours. The newcomer to the strange field backed away, clearly startled by the natural phenomenon. Eventually the boulders settled on brilliant crimson – a colour seen earlier in the battle – and a sky blue with flashes of white dancing across the surface. The nearly-comatose Räsvelg showed no reaction to the change, in stark contrast to Rose: she was running around in frantic circles, her newly-acquired red aura trailing behind her, shrieking something about being set on fire. This went on for a good half minute.
Once the feisty Eevee came to the conclusion that the uncomfortably hot glow would cling stubbornly to her fur no matter what she did, she sat down with a huff. Almost immediately she stood up again, having recalled her commands, and sighed, then broke out in a run again. This time, though, her sprint took her much faster, so fast that she became a brown and cream blur. When she slowed down, Rose had three new companions, all of them completely congruent. Even their panting was in synch. All four Eevees glowered at Räsvelg with a challenge glittering in their eyes, but the blue shorebird, still collapsed on the floor, gave no indication that he was even aware of his opponent. After a few seconds, Rose broke the glare and pouted. What fun was a battle if your opponent just sat there?
Perhaps a bit of pain would prod him to fight. Rose sat back on her haunches and went over her commands: skull bash, shadow ball, or dig…? Identifying her opponent’s type was no problem – she could practically
smell the airy essence coming from Räsvelg – but none of the attacks ordered were super-effective, she realized. After much mental debate she decided on skull bash.
Pawing the earth, Rose growled and tucked her head against her ivory-coloured ruff, bending her knees slightly to bring her belly closer to the ground. Her tail was swept between her legs to further protect her vulnerable underside. Slowly she began to tense her entire body, energy bubbling in her paws as she prepared to dash forward at breakneck speed.
Räsvelg shifted slightly, and a quiet snore echoed through the air.
Annoyed, Rose rushed at him with a high-pitched, squeaky battle cry, forehead glowing with a faint white power. She struck him in the chest; completely taken by surprise, the Pandive yelped as he somersaulted through the air, his cries mixed with horrible coughing. Ungracefully he hit the floor about half a meter away, skidding another foot or so before coming to a stop. Räsvelg winced, coughed, and rubbed his back, which was now slicked with mud. What satisfaction Rose had gotten out of the attack quickly evaporated when the pseudo-gryphon just grunted and flipped back onto his stomach, determined to resume his rest no matter what. Räsvelg’s only movements were the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, and the wince when he felt the poison ravaging his insides.
Dragon (XO)
Rose (F) <Adaptability>
Health: 100%
Energy: 90%
Status: Rather peeved. Has three clones.
Kratos Aurion (OO)
Räsvelg (M) <Torrent>
Health: 30%
Energy: 41%
Status: Rested, though feeling quite battered. +4 Attack. Badly poisoned (3% this round, 3% next).
Terrain notes
Nothing to note.
Final notes
Dragon attacks first next round.
Rose turned into a Fire-type, while Räsvelg turned into a Flying-type.
This is the 2nd time your orders have been messed up by the type changes, Dragon :| This time I decided to be forgiving and toss the options in a randomizer, but please do be careful in the future.
Räsvelg’s 3rd chill recovered less energy because he was attacked.
Not quite sure how Skull Bash works: does the defense boost go away after the attack’s been executed? I’d think yes, because the Pokemon is no longer bracing itself, but if you guys have any problems I’ll fix’em up.
And sorry for the late reffing. I wanted to include this in this year’s NaNo.
