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bo vs greyson [H✩T]
POSTED ON Jul 5, 2021 9:52:51 GMT
Scraggy landed successfully on Copperajah’s back, and Bo gave a short sigh of a relief. Keep going. Their style was unorthodox, and it drew more than a few eyes. People gathered at the sidelines more, holding up phones; parts impressed, baffled, and amused. Bo had not taught them this—merely helped them ‘refine’ it, if that was the word. Whatever worked. Scraggy was a bit of a mastermind, really. Anorith sailed into the Comfey, breaking its shield and driving home. However, once landed, it found itself become victim to an immediate barrage of pain. First blinded, it didn’t know where to attack. Hits were coming from everywhere. Meanwhile, as the Copperajah rounded back, Scraggy dove off its back, palms pressed together to BRICK BREAK over top the Zoroark’s head. However, as it did so, it was hit by the Glaceon’s BLIZZARD, and became FROZEN solid halfway through the air. Its ice cube body, stuck in its strange sort of diving position, stabbed into the sand upside down and stayed there. Bo put a hand to his forehead. “Shit.” He didn’t really have any way of recovering Scraggy from such a fate, so, a pokeball withdrew it. Down to two, already. Damn. “Copperajah, ROLLOUT on the Comfey!”The elephant tucked into itself and did as told, heading for both the Anorith and the fairy-type. Just in time, Bo commanded his endangered shellfish. “Anorith, PROTECT!”It would safely be pressed within its guard, into the sand under the weight of 650 rolling kg.
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