“Thing is, Noah,” a hint of somberness slips into the sheriff’s tone, “I don’t got a choice.” Shuwen takes the iron head head-on. It sends him spiraling back to the edge of the cage, right by Navy. Strong hands grip the edge, waiting on his partner’s command.[break][break]
“Things are heating up. Every day, something new’s going on. Gotta be strong. Strong enough to do my part. Strong enough to take some punches.”[break][break]
Gunmetal eyes find Shuwen. A nod carries an unspoken command. It’s time to go all out, play their last trump card. What that entails, the sheriff leaves in Shuwen’s hands. His bear has two trump cards to play. One is far safer than the other.[break][break]
Surging infinity energy gives him his answer. Shuwen falls into a flowing, fluid stance. He’s psyching himself up, but the mega stone on Navy’s watch remains dormant.[break][break]
“So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” Shuwen nods. “Then let’s go!”[break][break]
“ORA!” Shuwen screams, blurring as he charges. Once more into the breach, head-on, his head ringing from the iron head. If this doesn’t work, one strike will take him down, one strike from a Pokemon who needs no more than that.[break][break]
“Ora!” He strikes once, putting everything he has into this close combat.[break][break]
“Ora!” Twice he strikes, the aftermath of this close combat being anyone’s guess.[break][break]
“Ora!” Thrice he strikes, victory or defeat hanging on the edge of a knife.[break][break]
What happens next as the energy leaves him, Shuwen’s defenses utterly lowered, is anyone’s guess.[break][break]

Combo Hit[break]
A secret technique of the rapid strike school. for a brief period of time, all offensive moves hit 3 times, but the follow-up attacks are weaker.

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+ noah faber [break]
Shuwen is hit![break]
Z-Move: Combo Hit Activates![break]
x3 Close Combat, the last 2 weaker than the first.

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navy was right.[break][break]

there is always something new. someone new. to suggest that hoenn had a status quo would be divine folly. and if this universe's rota fortunae was a water wheel built of starf berry wood, the SURGING STRIKES would spin it better than any turbine. [break][break]

noah postures with fierce brilliance. he clutches the heated air, drags it down into an inspired fist.[break][break]

"punches? no. just one." noah shouts. "WICKED BLOW!"[break][break]

after the martial crossfire, one bear stands. another falls.[break][break]

the weight of collapse shakes the stiff ring and rattles the chainlinks who bear witness. a bell announces defeat and triumph in one.[break][break]

noah gasps for breath. drenched with sweat, he wipes his brow with one arm while the other stretches forth to recall his fainted friend.[break][break]

"damn." he utters under his breath. he grits his teeth and swallows his sour pride without tasting it. "you got me there. congrats, man!"

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TL;DR: noah's urshifu faints[break]

“Yeaaaaaaaah!” His wild cheer rings out across the gym, fist pumped in the air. “You see that, Gabe?! I did it! Your big bro got Noah’s badge!” His words are for one who isn’t there, lost to this war.[break][break]
Shuwen inclines his head back towards Navy, a silent plea. His pride demands he not fall, but his legs are wobbling. Going all out does that to a man. Taking out a pokeball, the bear is recalled. There, he can pass out in peace.[break][break]
“Thanks so much, Noah! That match was good, man! We gotta go out and celebrate!”[break][break]
Beat.[break][break]
“Uh, when you’re off. That pizza sounds mighty nice right now.”




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+ noah faber [break]
WOOOOOOOOO

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