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Round Five
Loco Mocho (O)
Floony (M) <Aftermath>
Health: 31%
Energy: 89%
Status: “Zzz...” -1 Defense. Asleep (severe)
Commands: Payback ~ Payback ~ Payback
Full Metal Cookies (O)
Whiskers (M) <Pressure>
Health: 73%
Energy: 55%
Status: Achy but still feeling in control of the battle. +2 Attack.
Commands: Crunch ~ Crunch ~ Chill
By now, Whiskers was incredibly bored of repeating the same attack over, and over, and over, and over… But eh, whatever got him the victory. It couldn’t go on for much longer now. Working his jaws, the Skelitten let acid, shadowy energy engulf his fangs. With a little growl he darted forward and plunged his open muzzle into Floony’s side, chewing at the ghostly flesh to work the Dark-type power in further. Floony groaned and jerked violently, prompting Whiskers to jump back. By now, the Drifloon’s purple leathery hide was so ragged, it looked like it had been punched through by heavy, relentless hail.
Despite the intense pain the Crunch must’ve caused Floony, he didn’t wake up. As per usual, he just let out a garbled yell and settled into a different position. Inside the balloon Pokemon’s head, chaotic dreams of torture unfolded, even as Whiskers prepared his rending teeth for another Crunch. The Skelitten leapt – and landed right on Floony’s face, where he ruthlessly buried his fangs deep, the caustic energy surrounding them burning at the Drifloon’s very core. He screeched in terrible agony and thrashed from side to side, flinging Whiskers to the sand. The spectral cat lay on his side, winded, for a few seconds before scrambling to his feet. For some reason, though, even though he had evidently hit a weak spot, Floony was still conscious; it should’ve been able to tip him over the edge. Whiskers sat down with a huff and shuffled his paws on the sand.
A minute or so passed, and Floony still did not submit to unconsciousness. Even though he had settled down, he was still muttering random words that, when stringed together, made no logical sense at all. His dreams as frenzied as before, if not even more so, though the edges of his dream-vision were dotted with black.
Whiskers glared at his opponent before curling up in a ball, his chin rested on his front paws. Ugh, what a troublesome opponent… Still, if that last Crunch didn’t take him out, nothing would – at least, not this round. He was getting pretty tired, at any rate. The glowing red irises visible through the eye sockets abruptly winked out of existence and a peaceful sigh escaped the Skelitten’s mouth as his tensed muscles relaxed and vitality trickled back into his fatigued form. In contrast to Whisker’s tranquil rest, Floony was shifting uncomfortably in the sand not too far away, his string-like appendages twitching every so often.
Loco Mocho (O)
Floony (M) <Aftermath>
Health: 6% (CAPPED)
Energy: 89%
Status: In terrible pain and about to black out. -1 Defense. Asleep (light).
Full Metal Cookies (O)
Whiskers (M) <Pressure>
Health: 73%
Energy: 55%
Status: Wishing that Floony would keel over and faint already. +2 Attack.
Terrain notes
Nothing to note.
Final notes
FMC attacks first next round.
The 2nd Crunch was a critical hit – not that it mattered, because it would’ve hit the damage cap anyway.
Floony hit the damage cap on the 2nd action.
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