i'll challenge you even if it's unfair

[attr="class","starrytext"]this fighting kitty was determined. a QUICK GUARD would catch the HIGH-JUMP KICK by its leg. slamming the cat, by its legs down unto the ground--hard. holding onto its legs, mateo ordered, "don't let go, MEGA DRAIN!" the seeds upon its back begin to glow a bright yellow.

with physical contact having been made. sceptile begins to drain a great deal of energy from the mienshao. tightly holding onto the opponent and having no idle intentions of letting it go. "hold on tight with all your might!" his trainer shouted.

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[attr="class","starrytext"]was she...enjoying this?! sceptile was a bit confused at first. but it wasn't until they became separated due to wide guard. she broke free. this mienshao was really annoying, luckily sceptile kept a cool head--even from the early surprise. sceptile DETECTed something unpleasant forthcoming. with quick precision he'd use QUICK ATTACK to take a quick step back.

in doing so, he'd charge within the palm of his hands a LEAF STORM. releasing a hellish funnel of sharpened energy leaves toward the mienshao. a long ranged retaliation was his current option--for now.

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[attr="class","starrytext"]the bounce struck. a kick right in sceptile's gullet. it was so strong that it forced the grass-type to nearly almost crash into mateo. he'd catch his ally, "are you alright?!" sceptile was shaken. it was a simple physical attack, but it held great power. "sceptile..." the gecko shinobi stood, shakily, upon his feet. was he still going to fight?

mateo felt a strange power beginning to well-up within the grassy gecko. it seemed as if he were unconscious from the brute assault, but as he stood...he noticed something. sceptile looked to have been "unconcious" but stood as if he were. a menacing aura began to radiate throughout the pokemon's body--its color green.



"sceptile..." mateo couldn't remember the last time sceptile was forced to tap into his innate ability. the pokemon was barely conscious, but he stood with tenacity. "alright, round two!" standing, they had to end this quickly. "sceptile, LEAF STORM!" with a single palm a sphere the size of a gumball was crated. without delay, a grassy storm --stronger than the last--was hurdled toward the mienshao.

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[attr="class","starrytext"]risen arms, he'd place up a QUICK GUARD. the mienshao was gone. in her new stead came a doublade?! "sceptile, are you okay?!" sceptile would look back to mateo. he said nothing. he merely just gave his trainer a look. "right, we'll keep going..." he was pushing himself. he was practically nearing his limit. if anything, sceptile hated relying upon his ability. it was cheap, it wasn't true strength--not the strength mateo helped him build.

to rely on a short burst of power. sceptile cursed his ability. he wasn't just running on this short burst of energy, but willpower as well: he was doing this for his partner--for mateo, his best friend. the young boy who, now a man, screamed to the world that sceptile was a dragon-type and nothing else. such nonsense, remembering such a moment within such a critical position.

he'd return back to reality. his sight set upon his new opponent. "osu!" mateo shouted. removing the coat that adorned his body, he'd toss the leather trench to the side. things were at stake, mateo understood that. tightening his goggles around his head, patting the brace of his stomach and fixing the choker upon his neck. he'd ready himself, as if he, too, were fighting with sceptile. "you can win, you can win, you. can. do. this!" mateo chanted.



he began to perform a series of squats during his chant. when ready, he'd shout at the top of his lungs, "get your shit together, sceptile! aren't you a dragon-type?! where's that dragon energy! fight like a dragon, don't hold back! if you even think of holding back, you're going to do double suicide relays! if you lose, triple! where the hell is your fighting spirit you goddamn idjit?!" they were fired up! the barely conscious sceptile became invigorated as he released a war cry.

"do it!" his back began to glow. pulsating as energy began to sap away from the doublade. this was the power of MEGA DRAIN, provided with the buff of OVERGROW, sceptile would forcibly drain the ghost-types spectral energy. they weren't down for the count just yet.

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[attr="class","starrytext"]that badge was coming home with him one way or another. sceptile DETECTed the ghost-types whereabouts. his spiritual pressure was, in no way, capable of hiding from the powered-up grass-type. especially with his senses currently heightened. a LEAF BLADE extended from the back of sceptile's left elbow, parrying the doublade's night slash from behind as the elongated blade protected him.



"rotate!" mateo ordered. leaning forward for the doublade to fall ahead, sceptile, lowering his body, disconnected the blade that which blocked and held night slash. the sceptile, then, rotated its body, still leaning, to deliver an upward slash with its second leaf blade upon its right elbow. attempting to send the ghost-type upward. if successful, he'd follow up with a LEAF STORM, except this time it was from his maw.

though, should his first counter prove fruitless, or even second, sceptile readied to shift course within the plan of action if needed.

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[attr="class","starrytext"]woah, talk about a nuisance. he did harm to sceptile, what sort of ability did this thing even have? and to be able to withstand sceptile's own blade even with overgrow in effect? talk about some overpowered swords.


and now he was going for overkill?! "return!" quickly, before the sacred sword could hit, he'd recall sceptile for now. "take a small break, buddy." releasing a sigh of relief. he'd stare down alex's doublade. placing sceptile's ball back, he'd take out two. a difficult choice. to do the expected or unexpected, he did want to win. but the other pokemon wasn't very much so needed unless he had his partner in crime.

he sat on for a bit. "mm...he's pretty ferocious. most of my pokemon are, but..." thinking about, it'd be like fighting alongside kyle lopez. it was time to do the unexpected. so as he stood, he'd toss the pokeball in his hand and snag it. "alright then, i'm calling out this gift from a friend. he'd be mad at me if i never used it." it was time, "time to tear it up, fetch, kyle the arcanine!" calling out the ferocious fire dog. he'd release a loud war cry.

"sometimes, in order to win, we have to do the unexpected. though i wish i could've gotten the chance to use him in a solo battle." he smiled softly, placing the ball back inside. "next time, besides, kyle has the personality of a dragon. so that's good enough to be on my team!" pounding his chest, he'd look toward alexander. "we're gonna pay you back tenfold for what you did to my best friend, stone." he grinned confidently. "come at me with everything you got, please!"

it was time for the show to begin. "kyle, fetch!" he knew what that meant. and he wouldn't give the doublade ANYTIME to run nor hide. with EXTREME SPEED, kyle the arcanine would come to manifest from BEHIND the doublade--his maw was open. there was no time to run, so he'd bite down with CURNCH upon the doublade on the RIGHT.

as he held down upon the RIGHT DOUBLADE, mateo ordered, "burn it!" should the ghost/steel-type even dare to attempt to raise any form of special defense, it would come to be shattered by the CRUNCH as arcanine bit down--hard. following up, he had no intention of letting the blade go. for he'd charge up a FLAMETHROWER that would try to be expelled from the arcanine's mouth, but could not due to the blade being in the way (a.k.a. in his mouth). so, it would come to be burned by the fire that could only escape through small openings as the dog bit down upon the doublade's bladed head.

considering the LEFT DOUBLADE was tethered to the RIGHT, it would, too, feel damage. so had it dared to even try to save its brethren, how could it?! it would be suffering after all. guess it'd have to fight through the unimaginable pain. "you want war, stone. you got it. you better have its brother come save it, kyle (kyle lopez) doesn't know how to take it easy." mateo cheekily grinned.

mateo wasn't showing it, but he was a little pissed. he harmed sceptile greatly, it was time for some payback.

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[attr="class","starrytext"]a whistle was given by mateo--something he learned from kyle.


talk about overpowered. how is that even possible?! no matter, arcanine HELD his flamethrower in the moment the right doublade escaped his maw. the left and right doublade attempt to puncture and stab arcanine by surprise, but, on command, he'd roll over to the side. wagging his tail as he maneuvered from his position.

not today, doublade. as the right doublade traveled upward and the left forward, he could only hit one or the other. so who'd he go for? the one above of course! "light'em up!" he'd release the held FLAMETHROWER up above. and, due to using POWER TRICK, his defense was gravely weakened. so weakened that taking the heavy flames would prove unavoidable. the RIGHT DOUBLADE would be engulf from underneath within a blaze of glory. no shadow sneak would save him this time. so what could he do? simply perish.

but as for the LEFT DOUBLADE, did it wish to tussle with arcanine again? "talk about unfair. you have two pokemon in one." but he wasn't complaining. this would prove good training. he could only but smile from the exciting battle.