Oscar smiled widely as Rowan brought out his pokemon of choice. "You already impressed me in the past Rowan, I'm looking forward to seeing more." Oscar snapped his fingers, prompting M.M. to step forward. However, the whimsical milktank was too busy dancing to notice. Oscar looked back, his expression turning annoyed.

He clapped twice, "Yo Milk, do you want to do drills all day or do you want to fight?" M.M. gasped, realizing her mistake as she shook away her day dreams. She trotted forward, putting on her best 'game face' as she stared down her opponent. Oscar snapped his fingers, "Go say hello to Mistral, M."

M. M. cheered, bending her knobby knees before launching forward with surprising speed. This cow ran forward so quickly that the very earth shattered around and in front of her, creating a wave of sand and rocks to slam into her opponent with (High Horsepower).

Rowan Wrynn

M.M. slid to a stop, turning toward her opponent as they charged to retaliate. However, the short-witted bovine thought that she could perhaps end this fight by befriending the prinplup. Perhaps then her master would see the value in her peaceful shenanigans.

She gladly ran toward her charging attacker, leaping into the air to give them a flying embrace (Body Slam). If the prinplup didn't change course, M.M. would indeed get a nasty jolt from that metal claw. But perhaps that was worth it if she got to hug a new friend. 

After all, friendship is the greatest form of victory.


@rowan 

Mist covered the battlefield, and as M clumsily pushed herself to her feet she would find herself unable to locate her opponent. Oscar tilted his head as he watched M, wondering if she could figure out what to do next. It only took a few seconds to confirm that she had no idea how to proceed. That's okay, this is what trainers are for. 

"Clear the mist, Steel Roller." M perked up, nodding happily as he processed her orders. She leapt forward into a roll, surging forward with great momentum. The cow spun so fast as he charged, that her skin appeared to become metallic. Wind burst around her, pushing the mist aside as she rampaged across the arena. She wasn't intending on hitting her opponent, but if her opponent happened to be in the way she wouldn't be able to prevent injury.

Rowan Wrynn

"Shit."

Oscar watched with a strained expression as the hapless M.M. rolled right into the whirlpool. She began spinning around and around, stuck in her Steel Roller attack. The most worrying part was her momentum, with every trip around the rolling cow would get faster and faster. It soon became rather--concerning.

Oscar didn't keep his feelings to himself, "Um--Rowan I think you should stop the Whirlpool." As the spinning cow picked up more and more speed, a startling sound could be heard. It was like a loud whistle, very similar to that of a car speeding down a highway. Oscar stepped back a tad, "Holy shit dude, what the fuck?" 

He had no idea a milktank could go that fast.

Rowan Wrynn

Oscar folded his arms with a huff as he watched the bubbles inch toward the spinning cow. He didn't expect much to happen, let alone what would occur once a single bubble popped upon M.M.'s body. In the blink of an eye M.M. was gone, launched upward by the momentum of her relentless rotations. Oscar lurched his neck upward, watching as M.M. soared into the sky. 

He covered his mouth to stifle a yelp, "Holy shit I think you launched her into space!" It seemed that way, the blubbery ball of milky goodness was now a spec among the clouds. Oscar thought she would keep going, until her dot sized silhouette suddenly got bigger and bigger. Oscar put his hands on his head as he watched his blue-moon bovine hurdle toward Mistral, her limps splayed out as she came down like a meteor (Body Slam).

"Holy shit dude..."

Rowan Wrynn

M.M. slammed into the arena, laying motionless in the crater created by her impact. Oscar slapped his cheeks with both of his hands. "Oh fuck is she dead!? Moo Moo, speak to me!"

M.M. did not move an inch, she didn't even make a sound. Well, that was that. Not only did Oscar lose the battle, but his fuckin' milktank was dead. Oscar groaned as he tried to hold it together. Sure she was a fuckin' joke but she was his joke. This was supposed to be a wacky spar, not a death match! What a travesty.

Oscar was about an inch away from actually crying, when suddenly M.M. would twitch. Oscar gasped, "M! Come on M you can do it!" M.M. very slowly rolled onto her back, her entire front side covered in dirt. She slowly reached for her udders, painstakingly squeezing them to make milk pour out. She squirted it in just a way that it could arch like a fountain and fly into her open mouth.

A moment passed, she stopped pulling and lay still. And then she popped back up like she just woke up from a nap, happier than ever (Milk Drink). Oscar slapped his forehead, dumbfounded at what has unfolded before him.

"That's gotta be the best dumbest thing I've ever seen!"

Rowan Wrynn