Originally Posted by Dragon
2vs2 single
Style: Set
DQ: 5 days and three seconds
Damage Cap: 38%
Banned Moves: OHKO's, weather moves, anything that might completely destroy the stage.
Arena: Type Field
This place… is quite odd. The field is mainly made up of a thick platform a good fifty feet long, and thirty feet across. It seems to be floating in a starry void, or it might be outer space or something. Who knows? If the battling Pokemon *somehow* fall off the platform, there is no penalty except a missed action, used for appearing back on the field. A long path about a foot wide and foot thick leads from the field to a hole in the sky, which is the only way in and out of the Type Field. So unless the Pokemon want to be trapped here forever, it's best to stay away from the path, with attacks.
Every round, a flash of light will appear in the distance, and the field will flare up with flames or aura of one type colour. The flames or aura will just last one round, though if it is not the same type as the Pokemon, it will do the Pokemon 5% damage to their health. For each type, there is a 50% chance of a stray attack of whatever type is on the field hitting one of the battlers, be the attack Draco Meteor or Splash. All stray attacks are damaging, never healing or status inflicting or removing moves.
Every three rounds, the weather will randomly change from normal (dark, starry void with no special effects), sunny (Sunny Day), raining (Rain Dance), hailing (Hail), or somehow, a sandstorm (Sandstorm). The weather changes again after three turns.
Type colours aren't anything set and can be open to interpretation, for example, Fire can be red, Electric yellow, or Dragon blue-purple or green.
Other: No Wailord, though you don't have one, so.
After the spectacular double knockout, both Pokemon were returned to their Pokeballs in twin flashes of red light. Dragon took several moments to consider her choice, mumbling something about type matchups and counters, before shrugging and tossing another red-and-white sphere into the ring. Frozen the Sneasel emerged, her little wing bobbing around and trailing after its owner as she jogged in two circles to stretch her muscles. Then, she glared at Mike and hissed, ignoring the sand that was getting into her mouth and nostrils.
Slightly unnerved by this, although taking comfort in the fact that Pokemon normally didn’t go after humans as prey, Mike plucked a Pokeball from his belt with hardly any hesitation. The familiar burst of light took the shape of his Riolu. Said Riolu merely yawned and assumed a battle position – a Dark- and Ice-type. Heh. This was going to be
easy.
Round Six
Dragon (XO)
Frozen (F) <Keen Eye> @Razor Claw
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
Status: Already feeling aggressive.
Commands: Counter ~ Counter/Agility ~ Counter/Agility
Mike the Foxhog (XO)
(M) <Inner Focus>
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
Status: “Easy peasy lemon squeezy :D”
Commands: Counter/Force Palm ~ Counter/Force Palm ~ Counter/Force Palm
Riolu flexed his fingers, readying his hand for a Force Palm – hey, what was that? An explosion of olive-green light flared in the distance, though strangely, no big
boom accompanied the glowing detonation. He stopped to stare at it, as did Frozen… suddenly, flames of the same colour shot up from the platform, leaping up to the sky and flicking at the battlers’ skin. Both Pokemon screamed in alarm and pain – that was
completely uncalled for! However, instead of the usual crackles and pops a fire tended to make, this blaze made a peculiar, high-pitched buzzing that sent shivers of disgust down Riolu’s spine.
Eventually the whining fire died down, leaving both Pokemon with a few small burn marks on their short-furred hides. Riolu grimaced, rubbing a particularly sore spot. Okay. That was just a minor offset. He could still do this. By now, the sandstorm was diminishing, blowing its last little puffs of sand feebly at the arena. As the howling winds finally ceased, a brilliant spot of light, too brilliant to look at, appeared in the starry space, giving off intense rays that heated the air. Indeed, it was as if the bipedal canine’s peppy words had brightened the atmosphere.
Riolu shook his ears and began to flex his fingers again, then spread them wide and dashed up to his opponent. Frozen snorted, but did nothing except brace her feet against the ground. Upon reaching the Sneasel, Riolu gave her a magnificent open-palmed strike, so powerful that if Frozen hadn’t planted her feet to the platform, she would have no doubt been knocked clear off the floor. She screeched in pain – getting hit by your elemental weaknesses was something you never got used to – before flashing out a paw and digging her insanely long claws into Riolu’s back. It was his turn to cry out in agony, even as Frozen ripped her claws out and across his side. He thought his attack was impressive; after all, he did seem to hit a sensitive spot, but Frozen’s retaliation was easily twice as strong. Briefly he wondered if the Sneasel was on steroids.
Still reeling from the Force Palm, Frozen glared at her opponent. He seemed to be in anguish, holding his wounded side as blood sluggishly trickled out beneath his hand, but it still wasn’t as much as she expected. She snorted. Must’ve hit the stupid damage cap already. She broke into a run, giving Riolu a parting snarl as she did so, and ran a quarter of a lap around the Type Field. When she slowed down, her muscles felt more limber, though her breathing was faintly laboured.
Left behind while Frozen did her little jog, Riolu snorted. Running away? Well, he was strong and awesome and stuff, so it was a plausible reaction. As his opponent slowed down, he dashed up to her and gave her another open-handed strike. The Sneasel yowled and backed away a few steps, fighting the tempting urge to dig all four claws into the stupid dog-thing’s
face.
But nooo, her commands were to run around again. With a resentful hiss Frozen ran another quarter of a lap. By now, her limbs were so eager to move that she had trouble staying still. It was a pity that she didn’t jerk out of the way, though, because this time Riolu’s attack struck her square in her temple. She shrieked; the attack didn’t actually hurt, because she too had hit the damage cap, but the force of the strike was so great that shook her brain around, hitting a few of the wrong nerves and causing her muscles to lock up.
What happened next didn’t really add on to the Sneasel’s woes, in reality. Two tiny bursts of olive-green light were called into being at around her eye level; they morphed into something resembling two fangs and sank into Frozen’s forehead. She squealed and batted at the fang-things, even though the area where they made contact only tingled. As the sensation faded away, she let out an irate howl and idly sharpened her claws, hoping that her next string of commands would offer more… entertainment.
Dragon (XO)
Frozen (F) <Keen Eye> @Razor Claw
Health: 62% (CAPPED)
Energy: 71%
Status: Battered and incredibly furious. Paralyzed (strong to moderate). +4 Speed.
Mike the Foxhog (XO)
(M) <Inner Focus>
Health: 62% (CAPPED)
Energy: 85%
Status: Faring no better than his opponent.
Terrain notes
The sun is shining brightly, and will do so until the beginning of the 9th round. Eight or so craters have been carved into the field, though the meteorites who caused them are nowhere to be seen.
Final notes
Dragon attacks first next round.
The flash of light was Bug-type, so both Pokemon took damage.
The attack was Leech Life (how boring), and targeted Frozen. Not that it mattered; she had already hit the damage cap.
The 1st Force Palm was a critical hit.
Therefore, the first Counter made Riolu hit the damage cap.
Frozen hit the damage cap on the 2nd action.
The 3rd Force Palm, while it didn’t do any damage, paralyzed Frozen. I don’t see how hitting someone hard on the head will severely paralyze them, though, so instead of 25% I had the paralysis start out at 17%.
