the thing about using sound based moves is that one doesn't have to direct it as seriously as one does with moves like hyper beam. they covered a huge area, which meant less effort on aiming moves and more on other things.

"uproar! and keep moving while doing it!"

an open hand was raised partly as the instruction started. by the time kyle chooses to close it, it would mean that the mightyena can stop the barrage of noise he releases prematurely.

the distance of the tropius from the field helped the mightyena dodge the beams as they closed in. it also made the mightyena appear smaller on the opposing pokemon's point of view, and allowing with quick footwork, would make it difficult to aim.

the first solarbeam takes the mightyena by surprise, narrowly dodging but grazing his side. the following one, however, misses as the dark-type starts move and get acclimated with the battlefield. he inhales deeply, before releasing a deafening noise that drowned every sound in the area, including instructions from both sides.

kyle already closed his hand to signal the end of the uproar, though it took the mightyena a while before he managed to slide a quick glance at his trainer. eventually, the sounds stopped.

kyle assesses the situation during the time he awaits the mightyena to take notice of him. the recovery of the tropius under the sun only signified the reliance of the pokemon with the sunny day. he had thought that it only used its presence offensively, which kyle can adapt to, but defensive plays would leave them unable to move forward from the battle. his mightyena weren't exactly powerhouses to force their way through them.

he needed to get rid of it somehow.

the ambiance eventually returns as the racket ends. it only marked the start of kyle giving orders to his pokemon, however.

"shadow ball here."

echo stops from his tracks as he stands firm and faces the tropius. an orb of energy forms on his mouth, firing it at the pokemon as it glides through. it collides with the air slash, a small explosion happening as the two attacks clashed. smoke from the collision lingered, but kyle knew that his mightyena was still fine within it.

"and another one up there."

a shadow ball is fired towards the makeshift sun. the darkness from the attack swallows the intense sunlight as the two orbs neared each other. should the two collide, kyle would assume it should be enough to get rid of it.

"don't you have modelling to do?" he reacts to her taunts. 'praise the sun' isn't exactly the best thing he heard from her, although it may just be the worst one yet. "shouldn't you be finishing the fight instead of stalling out like this?"

regardless of the annoyed tone of his words, a smirk found itself on his expression.

without the tropius in the air, the sun wasn't so threatening. the grassy terrain from the florges also gives him an opening, although the type matchup wasn't in his favor by any means. still, it doesn't hurt to try an idea out.

he recalls the mightyena and brings out his previously injured mightyena.

delta feels the relief as soon as he hits the grass. his bruises would recover, albeit slowly. any type of recovery was welcome when his mightyena did not have any means to sustain himself. it wasn't the only reason he brought out his mightyena, however.

"we're going to have to use attract, delta."

the mightyena then proceeds to seduce the flower from afar cause he's handsome as fuck.

"oof." he gives her dress one last glance before he releases a chuckle. "guess i'm doing you a favor. use this match as an excuse so they won't see you in that getup."

attract had always been a gamble. gender wasn't usually as obvious as any other pokemon trait. he usually lets delta identify it for him, although in this case, he got lucky that cait sent out a female-only species.

"we're stalling, delta. protect."

stalling or not, it was the only choice that the mightyena has. the recovery from grassy terrain was going slowly, and a direct hit from the petal blizzard would surely knock the dark-type out.

the mightyena erects a barrier around himself, the minute healing that the terrain gave enabling him to regain the strength to get the protect to last for the duration of the attack. the dome would soon be covered with petals that, while unhurt, the mightyena would find himself buried on it.

"swagger."

delta bursts out of the pile, and like a shoujo love interest, gets a backdrop of pink petals as he shows off his swagger to the florges.

"it's just a dress. no need to get fussy about it."

there was no ounce of guilt in his expression.

he had done it. he wasn't exactly sure how, but he did. cait was mad for some reason. he supposed it was a woman's trait to overreact on everything as every other female friend he got close with did so. the dress was just impractical, and he couldn't see the appeal in it whatsoever. oh well.

"that makes it better for me, actually."

the healing done to delta was not the best, but it would help later, if he does decide to use him again. the mightyena gets recalled to its ball the moment cait gets her roserade to deal with switching. a direct attack would have guaranteed to knock delta out without his protect, but thankfully, cait did not go for that.

"fire fang."

the instruction comes as kyle releases his fourth mightyena of the match out. poison seeps from his paws as soon as he steps into the field, and without wasting any moment, the dark-type comes rushing forward despite the status condition. poison fuels the adrenaline that comes with being put in a corner as soon as he gets into the fray.

quick feet activates. alpha quickly makes it towards the roserade with fangs ablaze in no time, pouncing after a hastened sprint as he aimed to sink the sunny day-empowered fire fang.

"burn everything."

the mightyena would increase the output of his flames, enough to put the combustible creature on fire. the giga drain hit, which extends the roserade's staying power for a bit. kyle attributes another source of longevity for this. he eyes the grassy terrain, the same magical field that lessens the pains from the poison from them mightyena.

"shake them off. fling him. then chase"

the fangs would attempt to yank the roserade away from him with a jerk not long after the attack hit, trying to toss it in the air and away from the grassy terrain. its passive healing and the boost its move would receive while the roserade was in contact of the terrain were troublesome.

as per kyle's instruction, the dark-type went for it should it be tossed, an easy feat should the pokemon not be as invulnerable to flames as he thought grass-types were. running after it, alpha would pounce as soon as he hears the next words from kyle.

"go for it. smash."

alpha would barrel himself towards the roserade midair afterwards, using his momentum from quick feet to send him away with a great force.

the roserade makes a last stand. it was hurt, and it was about to fall if he correctly judged from appearances. the weather ball was likely a last ditch move to damage the mightyena before it falls down.

"ice fang!"

the trajectory wasn't going to change. the only thing the mightyena could do was to intercept the move with his own. covering his fang with frost, ice would grow around his maw until they extended the reach of his fangs.

the bite would connect with the weather ball, ice melting as it dropped the temperature of the attack. while it would obliterate those within the reach of its bite, embers from the move still dispersed the moment the fangs pierced through it, putting parts of the mightyena's fur on fire.

now literally on fire, the collision would go through in a fiery tackle.