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[attr="class","bisc"]The discordant screech forced the cat to lift its paws to her ears. Fiery eyes pressed tightly closed as she tried to shake off the disorientation. The battlefield wavers around her, the high-pitched squealing enough to put the cat off balance. Plate-sized paws take a step back as the fire-type shudders. “Shake it off, JJ! Come on!” Biscotti’s voice is full of worry. Typical of that little wuss. With a wince, the Incineroar forces herself to stand straight. “Roar.”

Then, the lady calls out her next attack. One that can put both of them on their ice if they’re not careful. “Jangle—!” Biscotti reaches for a strange ball at his side. He fumbles and almost drops it—clumsy as always. Just as the water draws near, the cat’s cloaked in a ball of crystalline energy. With a snarl, the now fighting-type feline charges straight into the watery blast. Her fur turns feathery as she strikes with an Acrobatics attack.

The move aims to take the swamp monster off its turf—the ground—and get it somewhere more neutral.

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nabi park

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[attr="class","bisc"]With a roar, the cat sends the radioactive bee spinning away. Her fiery eyes stare the overgrown fly down as it rights itself. Though somewhat recovered, the poison left her left arm feeling heavy. As if she’d slept on it wrong. As her opponent regrouped, the Incineroar flexed her arms. Clawed fingers gave a few rolls as she tried to assess the damage. The gouge in her shoulder burned.

Then, the sound of the approaching bee swelled to a crescendo. With barely any time to think, the cat responded on instinct. She alternated between various punching attacks to knock the flurry of venom aside. A cross-chop to the top two and a Drain Punch at the central one. Knowing that this only delayed the inevitable, the cat tried to get herself some breathing room. All the while, the poison crept up her limbs like a slug through a prized garden.

In a desperate haymaker, the cat finished with another Drain Punch.

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[attr="class","bisc"]Jangle feels some satisfaction when her foot connects with Sparky’s face. There’s no holding back in that move, each strike intending to put the speed demon in its place. Just because Jangle was less rare didn’t mean she’d just roll over and die. Screw what her doofus of a trainer wanted to do. The Incineroar feels prepared for this burst of speed. Shame on you if you fooled her twice. If this crap worked again, she deserved the loss. At the last minute, however, the cat pivoted into an unsuspected Bounce.

This lifted the Incineroar off her feet. The upward punch drove the air out of her lungs. Again, her claws grasped desperately at the slimmer cat’s back. A primal noise of anger burst from the fire-type’s chest. “Grawr!” Hoping to leverage the lack of air maneuverability, the cat unleashed another Flare Blitz. For a moment, the light from the Alolan starter was blinding. Another recoil seemed a small price to pay to land another hit on this slippery eel of a cat.

Was this how his family felt when he hurt himself for laughs? Watching the blood pour and him keep going? A noise of frustration bubbled in the boy's throat. “Stop being a one-trick pony!” Biscotti’s protest is drowned out by the roar of battle in the Incineroar’s ears.

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[attr="class","bisc"]Seeing Josh’s headgear, Biscotti remembered his still hung around his neck. That was probably why he couldn’t see anything. With flushing cheeks, he pulled his goggles back over his eyes. So captivated by the Zeroara’s speed, Scotti didn’t really know what to respond with. The Quick Attack took the bulkier cat in the chest. Her sharp claws slammed downward—an attempt to hold this eel of a Pokemon in place.


He watched as his companion’s hearts dropped to three.


Unfortunately, her attempt proved unsuccessful. The pair separated as the electric type started to circle her like a Carvanha, chucking Electro Balls at her. Not big on being peppered with ranged attacks, the Incineroar moved to close the distance with a swirling series of Double Kicks. The associated pirouettes intended to help her avoid the worst of the attacks.

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[attr="class","bisc"]Scotti and Jangle were taking a minute. A day full of battles had left the two of them surprisingly exhausted. Or, well, it was surprising for the human. He hadn’t done much but stood there and looked nervous. But all that anxiety had gotten to him. After a moment of exhaustion, he pulled out two lunch bags next to him. One was offered to the cat. As he stuffed the lab-grown ham sandwich in his mouth, his honey eyes roamed the crowd.

That’s when he saw her. The elegant woman he’d spent twenty years with in Galar. The princess of the modern version of that land. A rather ironic role reversal he somehow still felt guilty about. With a gulp, he stood up and raced toward her. His partner, meanwhile, just watched the heartsick dope with an exasperated expression. “Hey!” Biscotti ran closer to her. “Elise! Are you competing too?” Later, the fact that he was still chewing would mortify him.

Just as he finished, a piece of bread went down the wrong way. The brunette started coughing.

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[attr="class","bisc"]The brunette grins back. He’d been so obsessed with the idea of fighting a Smeargle that he forgot that this was a pretty person. All of that came crashing back in. “I—uh—you too, Siotti.” That smile froze at their next words. “Wait, what do you mean by—?” He turned to where his Incineroar dozed. His cheeks flared a deep shade of red. At that time, a familiar head of maroon hair turned the corner.

“Biscotti!” His sister shouted at him. A few words of Paldean slipped out—not super nice ones. “You couldn’t wait two more minutes!?”” That grin shrank into an awkward smile as he shuffled his shoes. “Sorry, Cannoli.” With a frustrated mutter, the woman took her spot at the counter. The idea that this person wanted a dessert never crossed either of their minds.

The sound of the stall’s door being slammed woke up the Incineroar. “Hey, JJ! You ready?” A cavernous yawn followed as the cat wiped at her eyes. A toothy yawn showed off a hot, glowing core. She waved off his brewing apology as she squared up against the Smeargle. Once the sleepy-eyed cat was squared up, the boy took a deep breath. “Let’s try a—uh—” What worked against normal?

“Cross Chop!” For once, satisfied with his choice, the Incineroar listened.

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SIO SOTÍ

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[attr="class","bisc"]The Incineroar felt a sense of satisfaction as its attack landed. Flames gnawed at the Beedrill’s carapace as both partners watched its hearts drop from three to two. Too high my striped arse, Scotti. An assured nod followed as she dropped back to the concrete below. Little sparks flew off her heels. Patches of bare fur showed where the attack bit back, little blisters already forming on Jangle’s dark skin.

Unfortunately, the drop didn’t give her much room to reposition herself. A blinding light draped over the insect. Then, it burst free. An, as usual, Captain Obvious swooped in. “A mega!” The feline barely had any time to glare as Queen Zing swooped. I have to keep some of those off of me. With a snarl, the feline lifted her arms in a Cross Chop. The powerful fighting-type moves aim to fend off at least one or two drills.

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[attr="class","bisc"]With his sister on lunch, Biscotti’s battles came to a temporary halt. Instead, he was selling what sweets he could to spectators. Ones that were designed to be carried around. A lot of sundaes, mini doughnuts, and waffle bites. Most of them were designed to be Pokemon-friendly too. “Mmm! This stand smells so good, honey!” A lovely old lady piped up at him. The brunette just smiled awkwardly, “Uh, yeah.”

His condition meant his olfactory meter hovered around ten to twenty percent of the average person. It kind of sucked hearing people tell you how nice your house smelled when you couldn’t appreciate it. Still, a white paper bag and a grin were handed over and the grandma flounced off to satiate her inner battle nut. Biscotti glanced briefly at his phone—only a few minutes until Cannoli got back.

In front of the stall, his Incineroar napped on top of a superhero sleeping back. After hours of battling, JJ deserved the break. “Whoa!” Biscotti’s eyes widened as he spotted a pair of batlers. It was one of those painting Pokemon! The funny things that could copy whatever move they saw! He had to try his hand against that. After checking to make sure the place was truly deserted, he raced toward the Smeargle and its trainer.

“Hey!” He started with an awkward grin. “I’m Scotti! Do you, uh, want to battle?” His Pokemon was still sleeping. Something that should probably be pointed out.

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[attr="class","bisc"]A pinkette squared up against him. Her eyes were a bright, gorgeous green. She looked elegant and cool. Why’d it have to be a girl? Sure, he swung both ways, but women made him nervous. Just talking to one his age took his normal awkwardness and ratcheted it up to eleven. The Incineroar, meanwhile, was a lot more worried about the water type beside Nabi.

Biscotti rehearsed his introduction before he spoke. Just give his name and kick the battle off. Easy-peasy. “I’m Kingscotti.” His cheeks pinkened, but he made no move to correct myself. “This is Jangle.” A name that sprung from the fire bell on a collar that no longer existed. “And, uh, luck of best.”

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[attr="class","bisc"]Biscotti’s Pokemon didn’t have much in the way of setup. When he was little, he didn’t see the point. It was way cooler to just punch stuff and set things on fire! While the Froakie multiplied, the Incineroar began to build heat in her core. “Incin.” She knew a water attack was coming, but she didn’t have any spread moves to counter it.

As the frog prepared, the cat allowed the temperature in her body to skyrocket. Her whiskers became almost incandescent as her belt began to boil at its center. “Jangle! Just get out of the—” Biscotti’s order died as the cat lashed her tail. The irritation meter was at a dangerous point. As the water attacks neared, the Incineroar unleashed a Flare Blitz. An attack hot enough to turn water into reinvigorating steam. She paired this with a jump, aiming to push the heat down and out.

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[attr="class","bisc"]Biscotti grins awkwardly. “Nah, I’m good!” What percentage would he even take? Five percent? Ten? At that point, he’d rather go without. His starter turns to him, her expression illegible. “I can’t diss JJ like that!” The cat rolls its eyes. Bushy brows dropped close as the other man volleyed back. “Roar.” Humans were so weird.

The brunette’s response was the opposite of Josh’s. “Go ahead!” Winning didn’t matter to him. It wasn’t like the outcome actually affected anybody. Nothing was going to eat him if Jangle got knocked out. “You need it more than I do!” As the Zeroara leaped forward, Biscotti gasped. “Whoa!” That thing was super fast.

Jangle was ready. With a snarl, she charged to meet the electric cat’s attack with a Cross Chop.

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Josh Devlin

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[attr="class","bisc"]Bees had wings. Righ. That might be a problem. Biscotti watched as the giant insect took to the skies. The storm clouds behind it make its toxic colors pop. “Uh. That’s pretty high up, J. You think you can—” The cat spared her buddy a piercing glare. The irritation stems from both his lack of faith and his boneheaded habit of stating the obvious.

The brunette took the anger in stride. “Right.” He chuckled. “Sorry.” Just as the cat turned back, the buggy projectiles came into being. With most of her attacks being melee, the dark type only had one thing to do. Maybe they’d correct that next time they swung by the Pokemart. “Go ahead with a—” The cat turned into a whirling ball of fire, Flare Blitz. “That.”

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