Lars
he / him / his
thirty-two
july 26
Sootopolis, Hoenn
don’t know, don’t care
ranger & courier
ex-head ranger
lucha libre [mission]
POSTED ON Jul 4, 2019 15:40:28 GMT
[attr="class","lars"] pokemon tag words 276 notes oboi | All too soon someone entered on the opposite side of the ring, and for a moment Lars had to do a double-take—whoa. Was this match-up allowed?
Shit. No, wait, I think Wukong has a fighting chance, he thought idly, remembering the set-up of moves that his Monferno had. At first he thought it was stupid to pick up Acrobatics, but well, maybe knowing the move would come in handy.
“Wukong. Just—be careful out there, okay?” he says to his companion, looking at the simian who’s raring for a fight. Seeing his bigger from across the ring agitates him. For some reason he doesn’t know why, but hell, the sight of the Infernape across the ring is enough to make his blood boil.
“Don’t be a reckless idiot and rush in!” Lars barks at the dual-type, who’s itching to go. Hell, the bell hasn’t even rung yet! After the usual paltry introductions of the respective fighters, the bell rings, and then that’s the time the Monferno charges forward with a cackle of glee, fists raised and ready to rumble!
“Wukong, don’t just—“ Lars calls out again, resisting the urge to smack a palm to his forehead at his simian’s hot-headedness. Gee, why the hell was he wanting to scrap?
Who the hell knew!
The Monferno wanted to take the lead and began the charge with a well-placed Taunt, waving its fists at its much larger opponent in a “come and get me” gesture, ready to get the hell out of the way whenever the opponent came charging forward.
He was going to win this without having to resort to too many moves, damn it!
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