the perplexing advance in a swift and lost pace may be foreboding in the eyes of alex. humans stood no chance against these creatures. it was only them — and them alone that could clash on equal grounds.

he does not say anything for his confidence withholds the capability of his friend. raichu is just as quick.

a rounded tail is enveloped by the pearly hue. it slams down onto the poised fist with a prominent display of iron tail. the counter is not meant to penetrate the defense of metang. instead jasp uses it to propel backwards once more. wagering on the space it would provide. if the other would not offer them a chance than neither would they do the same.

thunderbolt comes crashing downwards once more. the feeble pokemon moving around with each bolt fluctuating outwards in a serious of pauses.

the hidden energy trespasses through the coverage of the dangerous element as raichu uses it to move around more quickly. eventually it breaks the distance. another thunder punch is directed its way.

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dwindling in distance is all that is needed. the measly limb of jasp isn't enough to buffet the metallic creature into the jagged surface below but it allows a steady hold. nearly struck by the advance; it slips the hair of a rounded tail desperately latched onto the metang.

"thunderbolt!" despite calling out towards his companion, the raichu is akin to the idea that is in mind. truly being together for so long meant the necessity for commands was slim. if not nonexistent.

it starts again. the element is immediate in encroaching into the system of the opponent. they would light up together in pulsating flashes. whether or not jasp was able to be shaken off was dependent on the effect. the terrain around them was deadly enough. in both frantic collisions and the fate that would determine this battle.

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despite every unsteady motion cascading into the vortex of an eventual descent. raichu holds on firmly. thunderbolt continues over and over again and the vision becomes unsteady as the world spins around him. with all that occurs in the blinding rises of a golden essence the sturdy earth below comes closer. for now it must stop.

protect is just as it is before. it may shield him from the harm of getting crushed but it is not as strong as before. with every use the move grows weaker. raichu takes the full force of the attack as the thin lining shatters like glass. the only thing that is keeping it together is the calm mind.

tumbling outwards from the clouded burst of the broken terrain, what is presented is a tire for the situation. the clear blue still shines with determination as it awaits for any sign of movement. physically within brawl jasp stands no chance. it is the lightning that will decide the fate of this battle.

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the battle is not that short. both are unshakable in their exertion against each-other and that much is clear. metang bursting from the coverage is not that much of a surprise.

the stirring opposite feels the shift like the heartbeat drumming against its chest. iron tail follows up into the counter. two powerful advances poised against the brutality of their force.

it may need distance in order not to get crushed. beneath the weighty fist is nothing but an eventual loss. raichu uses the momentum of their clash to bound upwards as always. the floating tail keeping it marginally steady within the air. "thunderbolt!" alex shouts out, the electricity immediately coming forth.

it cascades downwards like a heavy waterfall in order to envelop the other once again.

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as the metallic figure stumbles and wavers. eventually just before the fall it is swallowed into the capsule; disappearing in a brilliance of white light. raichu hovers just a bit closer to the ground.

the adrenaline of this intense clash has it in disbelief that it is finally over. at the same time it seems rather happy. latching onto the grinning alex with a prominent sound of glee.

approaching his brother with a bit of precaution to the slippery flooring, he manages to make the distance with the psychic support, "thank you for battling me." although just a sliver of the power they'd been faced against.

it gave alex a much larger idea of how well versed fernando was. "i thought this before but you have some pretty strong pokemon at your side! the next time you pass by...we should battle again." he pauses before adding, "for real." the glimmer of zeal does not overlook the also present kindness.

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alex looks up at fernando, both elated and inspired for what the future would bring. maybe it is just the pleased older brother that makes him feel content. in the once distant gesture, although difficult to confirm in the notion, it still settles at his gut. 

"of course, i'll be more than ready." grinning at the remark, the dwindling thought hits him suddenly, "can you stick around for awhile longer? your metang probably needs some treatment. i can escort you to the pokemon center if you'd like?" keeping the other from undeniable duties was not his intention. both very different lives never stopped alex from reaching out, if only for a moment.

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he escorts his brother to the local pokemon center. there are few townsfolk that gesture a friendly wave in the stroll. some most familiar with alex and some delighted to see a councilmen present.

especially within dewford.

alex waits patiently till metang is sorted out and left behind. technology was advanced enough that pokemon could be transported through the system by the all so magnificent poke ball. some part of him still couldn't believe he was apart of the family which had invented such a well used device. 

"gonna head off now?" he says, but, he already knows that much is obvious. "thanks for listening to me and the battle...i hope i didn't take to much of your time." as much as alex found these moments with family precious. the other still led a much busier life. something he couldn't begin to imagine.

they stand just outside now, jasp no longer present given the slight injuries. "travel safe, brother." and he means it. like always, the smile that graces his features is gentle and fitting of the soft-spoken. 

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