Arbok Nine
he/him/his
28
October 31
Shalour City, Kalos
Heterosexual
Ranch Owner
Gym Leader
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
TAG WITH @thomasbenoit
Thomas Benoit
Drag On (Mission)
POSTED ON Jan 31, 2020 16:56:54 GMT
Brutus narrowed his eyes as the Kommo-o began his stride towards him. Brutus himself would do the same, aiming to meet him in the middle. The scaled dragon would begin to raise up a hand curled up into a clawing position. Meanwhile, the Pangoro would begin to cock back a punch, both combatants picking up in speed. The Kommo's claws took on a brilliant purple glow, while the Pangoro's fist became encased in an icy aura. The fated clash would be interrupted, when a pink rabbit tackled the dragon to the ground. With a cry of surprise, the Kommo-o would be brought to the ground. Somehow, this was not only an attack that worked to great effect, but would outright take the dragon out of the game. Due to the combination of Clanging Scales weakening his defenses, and the Wigglytuff's bolstered strength, the move had more than enough punch to deal with the Dragon. The Kommo-o gave one last roar of pain and terror, before he fell limp, albeit breathing. The Pangoro, seeing this, stopped his stride, his normally stone-faced expression becoming one of shock at seeing what transpired. Brutus would cross his arms, fretting to himself about how anti-climatic that all turned out to be. But unlike Ripper, who would be visibly angry with it, he would gladly back down, just glad that the situation was over. Thomas would make his way over to Avery, unfazed by the fact that she was vomiting. It was something he was used to seeing. When she finishes, Thomas offers her a hand up to help her. "Your Wigglytuff is pretty good.", Thomas would tell her. "Thank you for that, made the job much easier.", he'd tell her. "Now, I think I owe you a proper explanation as to what happened back there. Normally, I wouldn't treat the elderly like that, but as I said earlier, he was something of a special case.", he'd begin. Whether or not she'd hear him out, or would stick around to report that the dragon was taken care of, was up to her.
tags: avery jones notes: Kommo-o down, passing on it
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