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FERNANDO SILPH
BATTLEFRONT 1: LEAGUE HQ
POSTED ON Nov 1, 2018 5:49:44 GMT
the ZAP CANNON is harmless. the current brushes up against cloth and fizzles into nothingness. whatever raw blunt force the attack has is wasted on mimikyu's DISGUISE. the decorative head piece slumps with a defeated recession but the devil inside remains okay, if not a little stiff. paralysis sets in but tiamat doesn't have the time to capitalize. rather than commit to a botched assassination attempt, the mimikyu melts into the ground, disappearing with SHADOW SNEAK. a high pitch giggle pierces the hallway as it dissipates, a reminder that its watching. waiting.
------- fernando's attention is divided two fold-- rockets swarm in droves and the looming threat above. the latter requires the utmost attention since the grunts below are easy pickings with the right move. "block," is the command. a rare circumstance for a man who pride himself on adaptability. his pokemon are supposed to be autonomous but even they don't have an answer for everything. a carpet bombing salamence? not something he's encountered, or at least one willing to sacrifice its body.
bronzong illuminates with an arcane light. the occult binds it to the salamence that plummets. it'll find itself stopped, both spiritually and physically. the psychic BLOCK prevents it from leaving a set area. it belongs in the sky and bronzong will keep it there. it can only travel so far before the metaphysical laws of the world reel it with an invisible tether. bronzong's body is the physical manifest, using its body to BLOCK it from proceeding. the mystical arts PROTECTS it from the supernatural aspect of salamence's ZEN HEADBUTT. the robust stainless steel PROTECTS it from the impact of the dragon's weight and velocity. what comes next is punishment, retribution that's long due from the FUTURE SIGHT laid out before. an unseen force rends the pokemon from the side, a percussive blast cutting through scale and skin alike. if only salamence could see it coming. too bad it can't. that's a gift for the psychic.
down below seems worse on paper but in practice comes out as a clear victory. they can swarm, they can gang up, but the closer they get the more vulnerable they become. no one takes heed when fernando ditches his pokemon in an all out sprint. they expect cowardice, fear of their sheer numbers. how wrong they are. only when the glalie lets out an audible inhale do they realize the extent of their mistake. their numerous attempts to batter the pokemon through its frozen shell, to break apart the rock hard constitution that PROTECTS the pokemon's core, comes to a frigid end. nothing hurts more than the SHEER COLD. it happens in an instant. all heat is absorbed and converted, inversed, used to turn everything in the vicinity into raw ice. it's a pale comparison to the glacier fernando will put NIKOLAI PETROV in-- but for a single pokemon, it's not bad. that's the problem with mobbing up too close, the area of effect of fernando's most lethal attack.
------- mimiyuki surfaces not too long after. from a distance, it watches @names get to work. watching the trainer get her hands dirty by tying them up herself, along with her beedrill, it allows the pokemon to observe. in comes @yiannis , garchomp and all in a flash of unchecked fury. the SAND TOMB is put into place and @names is trapped. it'll be her grave. another ghost comes out and threatens to CONSTRICT the pair, porygon-z as the primary target and @names by proxy of proximity. wearing a pokemon as an accessory may be cool, effective even - the ZAP-CANNON from earlier is not forgotten - but bundling the two of them together makes them an easy target.
from the cover of the shadows.
from the cover of the sands.
it arrives, patient, conniving. from behind, mimikyu threatens another attempt at @names 's life. a hand lurches forward, ready to strangle, to mangle, to snap that precious little neck in half. but the attack never connects. mimikyu remembers the moment from before. it hesitates, appearing frozen. paralysis? possibly. but in less than a blink it stutters from existence, emerging from below, half protruding from the ground using its ethereal, phantom composition. it's a dirty trick - an underhanded dark attack! a FEINT ATTACK that threatens to wallop the child with a punishing uppercut. one straight to the jaw, ready to dislocate and knock both the wind and consciousness from her still developing body.
≫ ZAP-CANNON hit mimikyu but DISGUISE np ≫ mimikyu retreats with SHADOW SNEAK, paralyzed ≫ bronzong BLOCKs salamence from leaving too far from its original position in first post ≫ bronzong BLOCKs salamence with its body using PROTECT ≫ glalie PROTECTs from all rockets that "swarm" it ≫ they're frozen solid by SHEER COLD ≫ mimikyu braves the SAND TOMB to come in close ≫ mimikyu attacks from behind below with FEINT ATTACK
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