Master of Faster
He/Him
25
December 12
Goldenrod, Johto
Straight
Mauville Gym Leader
Champion
"With great speed comes great responsibility."
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Josh Devlin
Battle Masters [GYM][C/Callan]
POSTED ON Nov 28, 2022 18:11:45 GMT
As Josh had learned, even a confounding barrage would not be able to take down very many Pokémon that could make use of TRICK ROOM well. Whether physically, mentally, or even spiritually, they were tough, some possessing nearly impenetrable defenses. Under its influence, Callan's Slowbro was just as lightning fast as the very swiftest of Josh's racing team, able to complete the motions for launching a potent PSYCHIC shockwave in a split second.
Understanding the distinction between an attack's wind-up and the attack itself was the key to beating a TRICK ROOM that had already been established, as it was only the wind-up time that was reversed. Just as he was beginning to see this, the shockwave had struck Saber and Twilight, sending the Electric-type flying across the battle court and out of bounds with a loud thud once it had left the confines of the warped dimensions. Even Twilight was not fully immune to the Psychic-type attack, the psychic-type's assault able to pierce through the Absol's defenses.
As he was about to say something to Callan, the standing Elite Four member laced his tongue with some truly scathing words that pierced his heart with a blade sharper than anything man had ever crafted. And every single word was true. Josh was holding back, but not for the reason Callan was saying. He had been under the understanding that the purpose of today's battle was to learn how to fight under TRICK ROOM conditions, not to win. As the speech went on, it tore his mind to shreds.
He had lost it.
With a scream, Josh pinched his fingers over the KEY STONE of his MEGA GLOVE, Twilight sounding a loud shout of her own. Shrugging off her burn from being bathed in the purple of light of MEGA EVOLUTION, she grew in size, sprouting wing-like tufts from her shoulders. While she was incapable of flight in this form, her imposing demeanor and increased claw sharpness made her nothing to be trifled with.
"Twilight, etch your true feelings onto that Slowbro's skin, NOW!" the racer's loud tirade continued. "AND MAKE SURE IT NEVER FORGETS THIS!" The dark-type Illumina Pokémon lunged toward Callan's Slowbro in seemingly slow motion, its forehead blade filled with the energy of both light and darkness as it attempted to brutally NIGHT SLASH, aiming for a critical hit.
Callan Young {WC: 393} {PC: 7} NAME SPECIES STATUS Saber Manectric Good Aslan Pyroar Good Bladestorm Skarmory Good Nitro Gogoat Good Twilight M-Absol Fair Resheph Dragonair Good
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