Upon release, both pokemon take a moment to examine their arena, neither one particularly adept at, well… swimming. They’re pretty grateful that they’ve been put on the outskirts of the pool, and for the floaties on top of said pool, since they don’t fancy a dip in the water any time soon. It’s hard to tell which one is more fearful - scraggy at least has noticeably limbs with which to swim, but Hel might float, since it’s… hard to tell what she’s made out of, really. These thoughts dwell on their minds while they turn their focus to battle, probably not helping much…
Scraggy begins, bouncing from foot to foot, punching the air like a tiny boxer. A green rush of energy flows up his body, giving him a burst of adrenaline to keep him going strong - even when a slop of purple goo lands right by his side, burning into the gym’s ceramic floor. Hel looks utterly dismayed at her miss, and so does scraggy; that was meant for him. He stops his bouncing and stares first at the hissing acids, then at the snorunt, re-assessing his opponent. Nasty.
Now thoroughly pumped, scraggy rushes around the pool, stepping gingerly around the still-fuming toxic, his tiny fists raised. A dark glow burns around them and as he quickly reaches Hel, he slams his paws into her side, trying to swipe off her - her - but she’d already dropped her dawn stone, damn it, and he paws aimlessly at her instead. Though she certainly isn’t happy at the slight bruise forming on her side, she still smirks at the trick she’s managely to pull off.
Now, she just has to pull off one more. Though indoors, she turns her body to look upwards, praying silently to the ice-gods above to shower her with their blessings. She keeps murmuring, and nothing seems to happen for quite a while, much to her dismay; she’s convinced it won’t work, and about to give up, when the first tiny hail stone smacks into her icy hide. She yelps with shock and delight, beginning to heal a bit from that previous knock off, and then more fall down, an absolute storm overwhelming both her and scraggy. The poor lizard tries to cover his head with his hoody, but nothing stops the torrent of ice from smacking him; only the bottom of the pool seems to get any relief, and he’s certainly not going down there.
No… his only choice is to enact some revenge. Glowering, he raises his fist, now glowing a slight orange, and slams it heavily down on Hel’s smiling face. Her smile evaporates to be replaced with a deep grimace - that hurt worse than the knock off before! Another bruise is forming, and the ice is only small comfort now.
Oh, but she can play at revenge too.
Her body grows, swelling, doubling in size, collecting in air and falling hail stones until she’s lost her former shape and is just a strange ball of sucked-in cheeks - and she lets it all out in one massive breath. Out, out, an enormous gush of freezing wind and ice covering the gym and scraggy’s shocked face, coating the top of the pool in a thin layer of ice, until Hel is reduced back to her normal size, completely out of breath. She gasps a bit, pulling in air to refill her lungs, and admires her handiwork.
Hail is falling from the rooftop (7 more actions). The water is beginning the frost over. There’s a dawn stone on the floor next to Hel and scraggy.