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[attr="class","bisc"]With a few battles behind him, Biscotti felt his confidence growing. Not so much in battling--fat chance—but in his ability to ability to talk to other people. Especially people he marked as pretty. Maybe one day he’d be able to manage two sentences without putting his foot in his mouth.

He’d also managed to give Jangle an order or two. And, even if she didn’t listen, it felt nice to at least hold the reins. “How many battles is that, JJ? Six? Seven?” The Incineroar goes to hold up her ‘fingers’ before realizing she doesn’t have enough.


After a brief moment, she goes the Roman route. Both hands display a capital ‘v’. Had it been that many? Dang! “Well, you’d know better than me.” Jangle was the one getting slugged, after all. The big cat snorted and rolled her eyes. She almost always knew better than he did. A beep on their goggles told them the time for the next match had come. Pivoting on his freshly bandaged foot, Biscotti looks for a new partner. But, just like in sports, it looks like he might be getting picked last.


Then he spots Makoto and her silver Ninetales. His labrador eyes widen as he races toward them. “Hey! I’m Scotti!” The boy stutters through an introduction to Jangle. “Your Pokemon's sweet!” Standing behind him, the Incineroar’s aura oozed intimidation.

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[attr="class","bisc"]The brunette grinned as he turned to his cat. Layers of muscles ran like rivers beneath her thick fur. The claws were ivory knives at the end of her little digits. To people who didn’t know her, that face was rage incarnate. But he knew she purred whenever she ate apple pie and absolutely loved baby Pokemon. Those same arms also clutched at couch cushions during scary movies. “She’s awesome.”

The play bow draws up the cat’s eyebrow. For a moment, she seems tempted to repeat the gesture. Her trainer opts for some weird half-curtsy thing instead. His injured ankle bulges beneath his jeans as he struggles to keep his balance. Let’s see what you have, Fiery Mercury. When the other person grabbed a Tera Orb, Biscotti’s slipped to his own. But he didn’t have anything that could help with a dragon. Not that he knew what those things were weak to anyway. Those type trees always got him screwed up.

“Fight fire with fire!” The boy called from the sidelines. Though today showed him he needed some long-distance artillery, it wasn’t like he could fix that now. The TM seller he saw looked super shady.

Preparing herself for the recoil, along with the burn of dragon fire, the Incineroar charged toward Tsukiko with a Flare Blitz.

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Preparing herself for the recoil, along with the burn of dragon fire, the Incineroar charged toward Tsukiko with a Flare Blitz.
The jungle cat hisses as the purplish flames wash over her. Her flames veer around the draconic fire as they smothered against the cobbles beneath her feet. “!?” Her arm throws itself across her face as the heat licks at sensitive eyes. Whiskers smolder as the Incineroar stumbles backward. When she manages to open those fiery blues, the tails rocket toward her like sledgehammers.

Biscotti doesn’t butt in this time. Jangle didn’t like being treated like a kid or a pet. She was a strong, independent Pokemon who saw little need for trainers. That and he was way too indecisive to respond in a battle as raging as this one. Still, the baker’s breath catches as the Ninetales charges. Don’t just stand there, JJ! Fortunately, the feline isn’t planning on sitting still. Just as the tails near her, the fire cat unleashes a powerful burst of flying energy.

The sudden burst of speed and agility aims to both evade and damage.

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[attr="class","bisc"]“Great job, JJ!” Biscotti calls out as the cat’s dodge saves her from a Dragon Hammer to the face. Her blue eyes roll upward at the praise. It isn’t like she needs it. That pacifistic labrador couldn’t fight his way out of a wet paper bag. Still, she does wave her claws forward in a beckoning motion. “You got this!” The intermission, however, is brief.

The silver fox doesn’t take long to bounce back. In seconds, those tales are undulating like waves of cobalt-tinged mercury. “You should probably—” That teasing motion turns into an irritable slash. She knows Scotti’s mind as well as her own. There’s no need to waste his breath. Knowing her strength was at close quarters, the fire-type raced toward the cat.

As the stinging pedals hit, the feline unleashes her core’s heat in a blistering Blast Burn. Those Sakura petals didn’t do very well in the heat. Hopefully, with the Terastal, the licking flames would leave their mark.

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[attr="class","bisc"]As the last wilted petal falls, the Incineroar drops to one knee. Her mouth opens in impotent little gasps, the draining smoke trying to claw air back into her lungs. With the fox’s dodge, she’s a sitting duck out here. The gem at her belt is flat and lifeless—all of its fervor drained for one spectacular display. Shaking her head, the cat raises her gaze to meet Tsukiko’s directly.

Then, she grins. A hand lifts to beckon the vulpine forward. Bring it on. That look seems to say. And the Ninetales don’t disappoint. Shuddering from the cold, the cat grits her teeth. All the while, she tries to demand her legs to move. Which doesn’t happen until the Blizzard starts to subside. Eyes glowing like hellish sulfur, the hell cat rises to her feet.

With the dregs she just scrounged up, she tries to close the gap again—this time her path ends with a Hammer Arm.

Gimmick: Terastal

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[attr="class","bisc"]Before the Dragon Hammer connects, Jangle stumbles onto her knees. That last punch had taken a lot out of her. With a heavy sigh, she watches her last heart vanish. As the depressed cat settles into a seated position, she pauses to flash the silver fox a thumbs-up.

Biscotti, meanwhile, offers up a grin. Though he does go over to squeeze the cat's shoulder. "Yeah! You too! You guys did great." Fishing into his pocket, he pulled out a little coupon. It's for a free snack at the Kingsley Confections's stand across the way. "Have a doughnut on me!" Or, his sister.

Hopefully, she didn't mind the free advertising.

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