The harsh motion Salemn did didn't save him from much of the damage. The claws raked against the precious wings of the dragon and the large beast let out a furious roar; with some pain in it. With tears in it's precious wing, the beast attempted to correct itself as it spiraled out of control. Skids lost his enthuasim to keep the battle going, his happiness to help Hideo out was replaced by a overwhelming dread as he watched his pokemon go though the air.

"no no no..." Skids muttered, searching for Salemn's pokeball.

The loud sound of something heavy and large slammed into the ground, tearing a path into the ground and there was a low groan from the pokemon. Skids stopped searching through his pockets and looked to where the dragon landed. They were already pulling themself up, a death glare being given to the small cat. The wings of a salamence were VERY important to the dragon pokemon, it was their nature. They were happiest in the air and now..now that ability to fly was compromised; lightly compromised and would heal, but still. The dragon started to power up one of their breathe attacks and Skids rushed to block em.

"No Salemn! Enough." Skids ordered as he put his hands on the large dragon's face and tried to get them to look at him. "No more.You did marvelously, it's okay. We'll get that checked..."

A angry snort of smoke was pushed into Skids' face as the pokemon turned their head away, very angry and Skids couldn't help but cough. Waving the smoke away before he looked to Hideo.

"Let's call this a draw, I think I see something I can help you with though." Skids said as he walked over to Hideo. "We can go over the battle at the pokemon center if you'd like? Or we can go over it the next time we met up?"

Hideo Kino
notes:
slash hits
Skids calls the fight a end(and if you want it this can be my last post)

Fightsalot’s fall didn’t sound too good, but he must have gotten some kind of critical hit in there before he got thrown off because Skids’ Pokemon hit the ground hard. Hideo could even feel it from where he was standing.

But he heard the dragon-type get up just fine. He breathed a sigh of relief.

He heard the dragon-type prepare another attack. He breathed a gasp of shock.

Skids was able to stop his Pokemon in time, though. One more sigh of relief until Hideo remembered Fightsalot wasn’t going to take that lying down. He didn’t hear the cat’s footsteps, but he was certain he was already running to retaliate against the attack that never came.

Which was exactly what happened, the injured Perrserker rushing ahead with claws drawn.

The sound of web flying through the air whizzed past Hideo’s ears, restricting the Perrserker from going any further. He knew it wasn’t going to last long - a Perrserker’s blade-like claws could tear through them easily - but that delay was all he needed to press the button on his Pokemon, pulling the ornery cat back.

“Thanks for that, Squeeze,” he said, pocketing the ball. The Ariados rushed forward, hugging the boy - her way of saying “you’re welcome.”

Hideo looked over towards Skids, nodding. “Maybe when we’re at the Pokemon center. I think our Pokemon shouldn’t be kept waiting.” Squeeze needed proper treatment for her burn, and Fighstalot needed to be checked after that fall. Not to mention Skids’ Pokemon; whatever his Perrserker did to that dragon-type had to be rough.

He could already guess how the conversation there would go; he had poor control over Fightsalot, and said Pokemon lacked any effective ranged abilities. Plus, like most Perrserkers, he didn’t know when to stop.  If he got proper control over his Pokemon, he'd be a force to be reckoned with.

The only question was how to discipline him in the first place.

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