Shiny Phantump
Through Dream, I Travel
- Pronoun
- She/Her
It was four of them against just three. Gladion wasn’t going to complain, he needed all the help he could get, but in a less tense match he could’ve seen himself disappointed not to see what Halćon could do too. (Even if the answer was kicking their asses. They were warriors, after all, while he and the other Wayfarers were not.)
Two of the warriors disappeared, leaving Gladion unable to hit them physically. That was fine, because Pyrrin would be vulnerable enough for him. A Houndoom and a Fletchinder were a rough match with two small grass types, but Gladion was neither small nor grass type. He’d have to keep Pyrrin pinned (figuratively or literally) for as much of the fight as possible. There wasn’t much he could do about a Fletchinder, he’d just have to hope someone else would figure out a way to deal with Sol.
As soon as the fight started, he moved to close on Pyrrin. Not committing to a body press right away— he wanted to be prepared to take a hit on-helmet first and follow up with a counterattack after— but making it clear he could do strike if Pyrrin tried to turn his attention to one of the other Wayfarers instead.
Two of the warriors disappeared, leaving Gladion unable to hit them physically. That was fine, because Pyrrin would be vulnerable enough for him. A Houndoom and a Fletchinder were a rough match with two small grass types, but Gladion was neither small nor grass type. He’d have to keep Pyrrin pinned (figuratively or literally) for as much of the fight as possible. There wasn’t much he could do about a Fletchinder, he’d just have to hope someone else would figure out a way to deal with Sol.
As soon as the fight started, he moved to close on Pyrrin. Not committing to a body press right away— he wanted to be prepared to take a hit on-helmet first and follow up with a counterattack after— but making it clear he could do strike if Pyrrin tried to turn his attention to one of the other Wayfarers instead.