Mt. Pyre. A calm, solemn mountain summit, whereupon can usually be found Trainers of all sorts, from the Youngster to the Veteran, come to pay their respects to their departed Pokemon friends. At the very peak, the old man leaned back against the altar, surveying his somber domain. It was a quiet day; there were no visitors yet. Just the peaceful fog of the mountaintop, the soft chimes of the Chingling carried lightly on the breeze. He breathed in the mountain air, enjoying the tranqui--oh no. Oh
no.
Asber Trainers.
Zexion, surskitty and The Omskivar reached the peak of Mt. Pyre and took their positions, ignoring the behests of the old man to
get those damn kids off of his
damn haunted lawn.
Zexion threw his Pokeball, and Iron the Aron appeared on the grass. The Iron Armor Pokemon's big blue eyes peered out from its faceplate, appearing to appreciate the mountainous terrain. Upon seeing the altar, Iron wandered towards it and attempted to eat it, but was kept at bay by the old man's walking stick until she gave up and returned to the battlefield.
She was met with the sight of a big pink...pillowy thing, in the form of Arshtat, surskitty's Hoppip. Arshtat floated lazily in the misty air, her yellow eyes staring seemingly at nothing in particular, a wide, relaxed grin across her face. The breeze was soft, but noticeable, and while a little chilly, it was ideal for, well, floating lazily in the misty air. The Trainers began to command their Pokemon.
Round 1
Team Zexion
OOO
Iron ♀
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
Status: Wondering what headstones taste like.
Team surskitty
OOO
Arshtat ♀
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
Status: Enjoying the breeze while she still doesn't have to move.
Arshtat sank gently down to the ground, shaking spores of fluff from her leaves as she did so. The cotton fell with her, landing all over her body and creating a layer of insulation. Once she had touched down, however, Arshtat did not stop, and soon she was buried beneath a mound of cotton, which she then packed down with her leaves, clearing holes for all of her vital orifices. With that, she took flight once more, a bit heavier, but none the worse for wear (the opposite, actually). Just in time, too, because as she lifted off, a revolting blob of poisonous gunk flew underneath her, soaring past its target until it splattered all over a sculpture of a Dusknoir. Iron, the last of the poison still dripping from her mouth, glared at Arshtat, who smiled back as everyone ignored the exasperated old man complaining about
all the damn cotton and the
poisonous crap all over the damn statue.
Arshtat began to spin in place in the air, throwing seeds instead of spores this time. These seeds, which glowed green in the pale mists, reached far and wide across the battlefield, and sprouted instantly upon hitting the grass, growing into...more grass. This grass, however, looked much healthier than the dull, crunchy mountain grass, and as Iron watched the blades climb from the ground, she felt a certain serenity, as if whatever this attack was, it wasn't truly going to hurt her. With a soft smile, she pawed the ground with one stubby leg, exhaled forcefully, and charged Arshtat like a raging Tauros. With a mighty leap, the Aron sailed into her opponent, crashing into her (with a
paff! and a burst of cotton) at just enough of an angle to send her spinning wildly through the air. Arshtat cried out as she righted herself just in time to avoid careening into a rather large headstone (belonging to a particularly revered Donphan named Groove--"May you find happiness in the Motocross course in the sky"), while Iron stuck the landing, digging into the dirt as she slid to a halt and shook her head.
Arshtat caught her breath. Crap. That really hurt. Leaves are okay, though, nothing feels broken, thank Celebi for all that cotton. Time to kick this up a notch. She curled her leaves above her, kicking her legs a bit to stay afloat. A green spark flickered between her jagged wingparts, blossoming into a large ball of radiant energy. The tall grass angled towards it, seeming to reach for it earnestly, then settled as Arshtat threw the ball at Iron with a "Hyahhp!" Standing at too awkward of an angle to dodge, Iron let out a rattling whimper through her metal visage as she skidded along the grass, then launched herself into another Head Smash. Arshtat was ready for it this time, and flapped one leaf as the Aron neared her, drifting to one side and avoiding the attack. Iron landed in a tuck-and-roll, and was about to try again when The Omskivar waved his flag, signaling the end of the round. Bemused, Iron trotted back to her trainer, feeling the green grass brush her belly and carapace soothingly.
The old man pounced on the opportunity to scrub the poison from the statue and rake the excess cotton from the grass, muttering in a curmudgeonly fashion.
Round 1
Team Zexion
OOO
Iron ♀
Health: 90%
Energy: 80%
Status: Feeling calmer than you'd expect.
Team surskitty
OOO
Arshtat ♀
Health: 80%
Energy: 89%
Status: Gazing somewhat wistfully at the grass. (Def +3)
Calculations
Cotton Guard- 3% energy
Toxic- 4% energy, missed (needed a 90 or lower, rolled 95)
Grassy Terrain- 4% energy
Head Smash- 20% damage (base 15%, STAB 18%, CG 15%, SE 22%, Eviolite 20% final damage), 8% energy
Energy Ball- 11% damage, 4% energy, did not lower SD (rolled a 54)
Head Smash- 8% energy, missed (needed an 80 or lower, rolled an 88)
Notes
-Toxic and the second Head Smash both missed. Awful luck, really.
-Iron healed for 1% at the end of the round, because that was the only action she was damaged in.
-Grassy Terrain is in effect for 4 more actions.
-Grassy Terrain only affects Pokemon on the ground, so Arshtat is actually not benefiting from it at all, being inherently hovering.
-The old man hates you.
-Zexion commands first.
Flame the male Cyndaquil <Blaze> @ Fire Stone
Star the genderless Starmie <Illuminate>
Sparky the female Shinx <Intimidate>
Ninja the male Nincada <Compound Eyes>
Who the female Hoothoot <Keen Eye>
Piggly the male Swinub <Snow Cloak>
Iron the female Aron <Rock Head>
King the male Slowpoke <Oblivious> @ Quick Claw
America the male Rufflet <Sheer Force> @ King's Rock
Chippy the male Chespin <Bulletproof>
Viktor the male Machop <Guts> @ Prism Scale
Sierra the female Zubat <Inner Focus> @ Black Sludge
Schtolteheim Reinbach III the male Cleffa <Magic Guard> @ Soothe Bell
Arshtat the female Hoppip <Chlorophyll> @ Eviolite
Jeane the female Pichu <Static> @ Soothe Bell
Chiepoo the male Meowth <Technician> @ Amulet Coin
Elenor Silverberg the female Venonat <Tinted Lens>
Eugene the male Taillow <Guts> @ Prism Scale
Cleo the female Fletchling <Gale Wings> @ Sharp Beak
