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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 10, 2011 1:19:42 GMT -5
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The Guts induced rage really was something to fear as the Tyrogue hurried towards Kindle with the look of a bull being grabbed by the horns, frightening the toddler as he attempted to escape. It was futile as the Fake Out snapped around him, making the pink cat cry out in fear as he felt completely locked in place, trapped and frightened on what to try next. Thankfully his defenses were very high to block out the attack boost that Guts provided, as well as the weak level difference between the two. The most Kindle could do was cower as the poison worked its way on the Tyrogue with a patient but steady speed.
[/div] Turn 10 Level 13|Male (Defense +6) |Chlorophyll|Leaf Guard| Splash|Encore| Double Edge|Cotton Guard Synthesis|Tail Whip|Tackle|Poison Powder Hit by Fake Out!Flinch! [/center]
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Post by Italian Panda on Nov 11, 2011 0:36:20 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan watched as Jet slowly lost control while the poison still damaged his body. It was certainly a whole other pokemon than the usual calm Jet. Jet's body continued to take miniscule damage from the poison, not feeling any form of pain. It was as if he went bestial, bent on taking down any opponent that gets in his way. He had no control over his body, he was just aware that he had a fight to do. Blinded with rage and fury, he rushed in, breathing heavily as if he were exerting much effort and power. Suddenly, with a domineering presence, he struck down with a quick bullet punch attack. He certainly showed his power through the punch, especially when he was slowly losing health to poison. |
::tyrogue:: used bullet punch! Guts active health lowered
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 11, 2011 0:55:01 GMT -5
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The battle was a long one, but the Tyrogue was starting to break through Kindle's defenses bit by bit as the fighting type took advantage of Kindle's fearful state. It was like the Pokemon was a mad man, fists flying all over the place at a mad speed as Kindle earned a punch right on the nose, making him fly backwards with a whimper. The battle was super serious, yet Kindle was stubborn on winning. The fighting type looked sick anyways, so he was determined he could get by...somehow! The Hoppip twirled around in amusement, using a cute Tail Whip on the Tyrogue to remind him that they should be having fun, not beating the pulp out of each other. With a giggle, the Hoppip was making an easy going Tackle on the Tyrogue as he hopped and skipped, trying to lure the Tyrogue in with his happy nature.
[/div] Turn 11 (yo ted, don't forget the tyrogue's lowered defenses~) Level 13|Male (Defense +6) |Chlorophyll|Leaf Guard| Splash|Encore| Double Edge|Cotton Guard Synthesis|Tail Whip|Tackle|Poison Powder Hit by Bullet Punch, tiring!Tail Whip and Tackle! [/center]
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Post by Italian Panda on Nov 12, 2011 2:14:57 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Jet continued brawling with his opponent, not caring about form or restraint. His body was taken over by rage as the damage felt like nothing to him. It was simply a matter of time before his body collapsed due to the damage and the poison. His eyes focused on the tail, his guard lowered for another tackle to hit him. As he was pushed back, he fell on one knee, tired from the poison and the repeated attacks. It was as if his attacks were not doing anything due to the toddler's heightened defenses, but that didn't matter to him. As long as he could defeat his opponent. So he rushed in, for yet a tackle attack. |
::tyrogue:: hit by tail whip and tackle def -3 used tackle poison hurts getting weak
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 12, 2011 14:51:59 GMT -5
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The battle was long, but that was only because the Hoppip had goofed off in the beginning by being thoughtless. Now he was starting to learn how his different attacks were having an effect on the Tyrogue, though he was learning rather painfully. Whenever he used tail whip, his attacks seemed to be more painful to the fighting type. It was interesting to watch, especially because he thought it was only supposed to make others nicer to him. Blinking as the Tyrogue came running after him, he debated flying out of the way. No, it seemed to be too much work. He ended up getting hit by the Guts induced Tackle as he started to pant, trying to shake himself out of his tired gaze. The Hoppip gave a babyish look to Seamus, who looked as if he pitied Kindle, but tried to seem indifferent to the match. Kindle was pretty much on his own, gulping at the realization. He wanted his daddy, but he knew that Seamus was at least here to root for him. That was when Kindle went ahead for another Tackle on the Tyrogue, figuring that it would do something at the very least.
[/div] Turn 12
::hoppip:: Level 13|Male (Defense +6) |Chlorophyll|Leaf Guard| Splash|Encore| Double Edge|Cotton Guard Synthesis|Tail Whip|Tackle|Poison Powder Hit by Tackle, weakening! Tackle on Tyrogue!
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Post by Italian Panda on Nov 16, 2011 2:19:47 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Jet's aggressive behavior continued to get the better of him as he blindly rushed the little hoppip coming after him. He fought out of pure instinct and anger, charging straightforward while dodging the hoppip's tackle, only to use a barrage of bullet punches on the little thing. He growled loudly, as if he were an animal, ready to finish its prey off. His eyes slowly became bloodshot as he attacked and his body tensed quite a bit until he was down on one knee. The poison continued to hurt him throughout the battle and it seemed to get the better of him. It did not seem to matter too much to Jet, however, as he wanted to continue fighting. He struggled to his feet, ready for the next attack as he breathed heavily from exhaustion and poison. |
::tyrogue:: dodged tackle used bullet punch def -3 hurt by poison weak
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 16, 2011 14:36:10 GMT -5
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The Tyrogue was taking this way too seriously, from what the Hoppip could gather as he heard the loud and primitive growl. The Bullet Punch barrage was a lot and hard to take for the smaller Pokemon, but with his finely tuned defenses he was well prepared to take the hits with a wince and a smile. If only this Tyrogue could learn to be happier, but the Hoppip didn't think that he would be able to pull off something like that. Not in a battle like this, or in a situation like this that involved poisoning. Gasping as he wiggled his tail to regain his lost balance, the Hoppip stared at the Tyrogue as if he was trying to decide something. Should he use his strongest move? He felt like being risky, so with a mischievous grin he bolted after the fighting type with a Double Edge--hopefully it would be enough to take it out for good.
[/div] Turn 13 Level 13|Male (Defense +6) |Chlorophyll|Leaf Guard| Splash|Encore| Double Edge|Cotton Guard Synthesis|Tail Whip|Tackle|Poison Powder Hit by Bullet Punch, almost weak!Double Edge on Tyrogue! [/center]
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Post by Italian Panda on Nov 17, 2011 15:40:43 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]It was a good battle, but everything has to come to an end. Jet took the tackle in stride, keeping himself on his feet in order to keep fighting. HOwever, his energy was soon used up and his endurance could not carry himself to the end. The poison, constant attacks on the hoppip, and excessive energy use on guts caused him to snap back to his original self, only to fall over in pain and silence. The battle was over, Jet had lost. Tristan, as calm as ever, approached his pokemon and picked him up. He did not say much to him, all he did was stand there. "...thanks for the battle....did well I suppose." He said silently, as if he were trying to hide it. With the tyrogue in hand, he walked off, thanking the opponent in the process |
BATTLE ENDED JET LOST ::tyrogue:: hit by tackle weak hurt by poison fainted gains +1YAAAAAY
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 17, 2011 18:55:33 GMT -5
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As the Tyrogue fainted, the Hoppip grinned with relief as he plopped down on the ground with a pant. Kindle was definitely tired after that one, letting out a yawn as Tristan quietly walked over and dragged the exhausted baby Pokemon away from him. Kindle rubbed his eyes, shaking his head then sneezing as if he wasn't even phased anymore by what had recently happened. "You too." Seamus responded with a cold tone to his voice, a little irritated at the teen's attitude towards it. What was with that? No good job? Just sarcasm? Kids these days, honestly he worried about the newer generations. Scooping up Kindle into his arms, Seamus sighed from the fatigue in his muscles as he wandered out. Nothing to do here.
[/div] +1 level --donedone-- [/center]
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