For the arcanine, each breath was painful. It was clear, he was no match for this legendary beat. After all, look at it. It’s a f—king tank! Despite this realization, Evo continued to hold his ground the best he could. Although the canine may seem rough and tough, his mate was next to battle and he wasn’t to weakens the foe as much as he could before she entered the battle. And with that in mind, the arcanine glared at the heatran. Watching and waiting.

Maverick paid no mind to his comment. Simply because, it was correct. Evo has met his match.

He didn’t have to wait long to see what its next move was. The beast inhaled, only to send out a wave of red hot lava across the battlefield. His eyes widened, attempting to run from the sweeping move. However, the canine quick ran out of room to dodge. He had to make a decision, and fast.

Sparks skipped across his fur, the canine darting forward with great speed in hopes to intercept the attack before it swept at him. The crackles of electricity encased his body, ready to wild charge at the heatran with all his might. But just as he closed the gab, it was too late. Evo leaped to hit his foe, only to get blasted by the magma storm straight into the face. The canine screamed in pain, blasted back several feet before landing with a solid thud onto the ground and sliding a few feet before coming to a stop. His body lady there before Maverick, almost lifeless if it wasn’t for the shaky rise and fall of his chest cavity.

Maverick grunted, honestly displeased with Evo’s performance in front of the counsel men. A hand reached into his pocket, plucking out his sphere and recalled in the knocked out beast. Azula’s intense gaze lifted from her knocked out mate to the formidable heatran she will be facing. She bared her teeth, waiting for her turn. “Unfortunately,” he grumbled, waiting for the creature to be fulling recalled before shoving the ball into his pocket, “But hopefully, life changing for him.”

Crimson colored orbs lifted to meet the tall slender mans emotionless mask. “Azula, you’re up.” The massive six foot seven hell houndoom strolled out into the battlefield, each step unwavering confidence. Muzzle parted, a ferocious snarl ripping through her throat. Long arrow tipped tail twitched like a pissed off cat. “Don’t disappoint Azula.” She was his star. But already, the odds against continued to stack higher. “Go.” Without a moment of hesitation, the canine leaped into action. Her muzzle parted, ready to CRUNCH down on any part of the heatran she could manage to sink her teeth into.

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