#almost fifteen hundred Pokemon on one team??

[nightshadeis]

More Pokemon per Pokemon!!

With the release of Pokemon Scarlet and Violet, and a few of the new 'mons, I've decided to go through the pokedex and find out just how many Pokemon are actually MULTIPLE Pokemon disguised as one. I did not count forms that are actually two Pokemon combined, such as Necrozma Dawn/ Dusk wings or Calyrex with its steed, nor the gen 8 fossil Pokemon, which are each two halves of different ancient Pokemon slapped together.

First up, one of the originals: Dugtrio. Literally three Digletts. Now, it's entirely possible that's it's three heads on one body which we never see- but it's still three heads. Which is enough for me to call it three Pokemon per Pokemon.

Similarly, and yet not quite the same, we have Magneton. It's three Magnemite stuck together. There is at least one piece of Pokemon media (the original Pokemon Snap) that shows three Magnemite evolving by combining into one Magneton. The most literal three Pokemon per Pokemon.

Slowbro. "But Nyx," you might be saying, "I thought you weren't counting Pokemon forms that are two different Pokemon combined?" But consider this: This is my list, deal with it. Slowpoke + Shellder = Slowbro. I *think* (and I might be misremembering) there's an episode of the anime where a Slowbro devolves into Slowpoke when the Shellder detaches?? Don't quote me on this I've been awake since 8:30 last night

Doduo. Two heads, one body, I'm counting it.

Dodrio. Same deal, plus another head!

Exeggcute! They can separate from each other! It happened in a short before a movie, the second one I think, and they stole Togepi to pretend they had enough of each other until the other one got found! It's literally six Pokemon!!!

Exeggutor is kinda. I don't think it can separate anymore, but it's clearly all the Exeggcute stuck to a tree trunk.

Weezing is two Pokemon, but according to the dex, sometimes it's three! Never in-game though.

Kangaskhan has a baby! That baby can fight! What!!

Slowking is the same deal as Slowbro, but the Shellder bit its head instead of it's tail (or arm, in Galar).

Girafarig has two brains. This is canon. (Ftr, Wobbuffet does not. It is *heavily implied* that the tail is its actual body or brain or whatever, but it's not outright stated to be the case.)

Mantine, but only in gens 2&3 and in Home, where its sprite has a Remoraid attached.

Metang is two Beldum fussed together, and

Metagross is two Metang, ergo four Beldum.

Combee is three bees! I love them!!

Vespiquen is said to use its honeycomb abdomen skirt thing as a nest for baby Combee, but this isn't depicted in any in-game sprites. Still, more Pokemon per Pokemon.

Cherubi? Kind of?? It has a second head, but unlike Girafarig, that head doesn't have a second brain, and it loses it shortly before evolution. I'm gonna count it anyway.

Spiritomb is 108 souls trapped in a rock. Are they Pokemon souls? People souls? Do 108 people souls trapped in a rock count as 108 Pokemon per Pokemon???

Magnezone is a Magneton that got bigger. It's still three Magnemite per Magnezone.

Vanilluxe is another "two of its pre-evolutions stuck together" 'mon. Two Vanillish, one Vanilluxe. They melted and refroze together, so presumably they can melt apart?

Klink is two Klink per Klink, but it's canon that once they combine, they cannot separate.

Klang- one of the Klink got bigger!

Klinklang gains two more gears, but only the original two are sentient.

Zweilous has two heads, and they hate each other. So much so that one of the heads loses sentience upon evolution. Or maybe they just merged? Either way, Hydreigon only has one brain among its three heads.

While you were becoming a fully formed human adult, I was studying Doublade. Which is two distinct swords. However, I don't think Aegislash retains dual-sentience.

Binacle is two mons in a rock, but unlike Spiritomb we don't have to delve into philosophy about it. They're two physical and distinct entities, either of which can leave the rock to find a new partner.

Barbaracle is just a bigger rock, so the Binacles are seven roommates instead of two.

There are 50 Zygarde cells and 5 Zygarde cores (at least in Sun and Moon), which makes a 100% form Zygarde 55 Zygarde per Zygarde.

Wishiwashi school form is approximately 248 Wishiwashi, according to this person who did the math. Thank you, Goatman879.

I decided to follow Goatman879's example to calculate how many Meltan make up a Melmetal. Per the lore, it's just one Meltan that absorbed it's group (and then when it dies it splits into a bunch of Meltan again, though it's unclear if they're ontologically the same Meltan as before). Per the math, one Melmetal is approximately 100 Meltan.

Cramorant can pick up an Arrokuda or a Pikachu when it surfs or dives, so that's occasionally two Pokemon per Pokemon.

Now for the mon that set this off! It's not new as of Scarlet and Violet- this mon was introduced in Sword and Shield. It's Falinks! Six Pokemon per Pokemon!!

Drakloak carries a Dreepy with it.

Dragapult carries two!!

Now onto Scarlet and Violet spoilers, though if you've seen any of the pre-release material, you might already know about Farigiraf. I have no idea how to pronounce that! But I do know it still has two brains!!

Wugtrio, the not-a-regional-variant of Dugtrio. Though it has the same issue- is it three heads on one unseen body? The dex says no, it's three separate bodies. Not sure I believe it yet.

Tandemaus is the first multiple Pokemon per Pokemon I caught in Scarlet. It's two mice holding hands!

Then it evolves, by which I mean they procreate. Possibly. Now there's four mice, two of which are smaller and baby sized. (Or three mice with one baby size, but you have a random 1 in 25 chance of getting that form.) But it's """unclear""" what the relationship between the three/ four of them is? Or where the tiny one(s) come from??? The little one(s) just "appeared" one day????

Extra spoilers for this last one!! There are special Pokemon that appear to be ancient relatives of modern mons, that somehow survived to the present day? Including a mon known as Sandy Shocks, an Electric/Ground relative of Magneton. It's unclear if this Pokemon evolved from ancient Magnemite relatives, and is therefore also three Pokemon per Pokemon, but it certainly looks like it.

#Pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #Pokemon scarlet and Violet spoilers #more Pokemon per Pokemon #i love multimons #you could have a team of 330 Pokemon if you managed to get 6 100% Zygardes #more likely you could get 6 Exeggcutes or Falinkses and have 36 Pokemon on a team #okay actually doing the math and 6 Wishiwashi school forms is the most Pokemon per Pokemon team you could have #the amount of mons is approximately 1490 #almost fifteen hundred Pokemon on one team?? #c'mon ref that can't be legal

[harmoniarequiem]

THE SEVEN SAGES OF UNOVA 

a meta i should’ve written like a million years ago and i did NOT . 

officially established by sanivar harmonia , the sages are known to be the wisest living humans on the planet . originating from many different lands , there have been many members of this group . the position of ‘ great sage ’ is one that is held until voluntary resignation or death . by technicality , there are only six sages , as the seventh sage is the harmonia king . before the seven sages , there were the grand elders , who were basically doing the same thing , but a little less organized . 

the job of the sages is to maintain order , to tutor harmonia heirs , to regulate the decisions of the king , & to also commune with the gods . the sages usually have ties to at least one deity , or hold great supernatural abilities . sometimes , the sages are just very intelligent humans . a person doesn’t need to be a man to be a sage . the current sages all have ties to dragon type legendaries & are as follows :

GREAT SAGE BRONIUS . born in the village of dragons , bronius grew up under the tutelage of the priests & priestesses of the temples . he was training to be a priest serving the dragon golem , regidrago , when he met king ezaveyl harmonia . his ancestry traces all the way back to the kingdom of the vale , where his family had been one of the most avid supporters of the prince of truth , idraeil . he favors rock & dragon type pokemon due to his designated patron . he has had many encounters with regidrago , they have a strong bond . bronius was thirty when he was chosen as a sage . he is currently seventy three .

GREAT SAGE GIALLO . born in alto mere , he is the oldest of the sages , carrying a unique blessing from latios . he once was the guardian of the soul dew . this unique job also granted him incredible longevity . he has been a member of the sages since the end of the reign of king razayen . giallo is almost one hundred fifty years old . he was well aware of the tragedy of alto mere . he carries a deep hatred for team rocket due to their hand in the death of latios . 

GREAT SAGE GORM . born in alamos town , gorm was the apprentice to the master architect , godey . he is the architect behind the ingenious moving dragons in the opelucid gym . many believe that his friendship with palkia is why he was able to design a gym that defied the laws of physics . gorm was twenty eight when he was chosen as a sage . he is currently eighty .

GREAT SAGE ROOD . his origins are unknown , but rood was a traveler & a healer . little is known about him , but some believe that his ability comes from a friendship with zygarde & their herald , cael , the sage of the deep forest . rood is the youngest of the sages , joining the ranks at the age of twenty one , he is currently fifty three . 

GREAT SAGE RYOKU . born in sootopolis , ryoku is a draconid serving rayquaza . he is the newest member of the sages , having only served for fifteen years , since when he was first offered the position , he declined due to his duty to rayquaza . at the age of fifty , he moved to opelucid after communing with rayquaza & receiving the heavens’ lord’s blessing . he is sixty five .

GREAT SAGE ZINZOLIN . born in lumiose city , zinzolin moved to lacunosa town when he was five years old . he has always been close to kyurem , as the lady of the boundary was there for him when no one else was . he is always cold to the touch . few people know that he is kyurem’s guardian . it is because of his bond to kyurem that he was willing to follow ghetsis’ plan once ghetsis became hero of the void . for a time , there was strain between zinzolin & the other sages due to this , but that has since resolved . he became a sage at nineteen , the youngest recruit . he is currently seventy .

HEAVENLY KING GHETSIS HARMONIA . born in opelucid city . the herald of zekrom , he is more dragon in genetics than human . he has made unova into “the world of ideals” . while he has also done great damage , ghetsis’ advancements for unova far outweigh the hurt he’s caused . while distant from humans , he is still a wonderful king . his body could not handle the power from kyurem as ‘ hero of the void ’ , but ghetsis harmonia is the hero king of unova for the prosperity he has brought to it . he is thought to be a legend to most who live in other regions , a legendary king from a legendary kingdom ... 

#* worldbuilding . #ghetsis looks like hes 38 but he was 42 in b2w2 #good old harmonia genetics and being a literal demigod

[gyromitra-esculenta]

Somewhat Discussed 3

Ok. So, chapter 3 of this monstrosity.  In which field medic Jack 'Perpetually Not Getting Enough Sleep' Morrison gets co-opted to Strike Team after FUBAR military offensive.

Warnings: Crack treated seriously; Smurfs; Pokemon; Blood and Violence; Neeeeeeeeeeeerds!

*

Fifteen minutes in, Gabriel had read (and not skimmed!) all the applicable reports, analyzed all the current projections and formulated the initial plan of action - pending approval, but a plan nonetheless. Then, boredom set in right on schedule. He eyed the trash panda sleeping in the chair and began the excruciatingly slow process of extracting himself from the bed stealthily, which, on its own, was met with a considerable amount of success up to the precise moment he decided to check his surroundings and looked up.

The trash panda was, in fact, very much awake, and observed him with a modicum of amusement as Gabriel froze with his bare ass hanging off the bed.

With the same amount of deliberate care, Gabriel pulled himself back into the bed while the trash panda sipped on his cup of coffee. If the liquid in the cup had any property indicated by the smell that still lingered, it was both highly corrosive and bitter enough to kill off all taste buds too weak to survive a serving of salty licorice.

"Good," the trash panda muttered as Gabriel meekly pulled back the blanket over himself, and with no unnecessary delay returned to the relaxed posture he held earlier in the chair - again immediately falling asleep on the spot. Only this time, his head fell back, and the snoring started. How, even doped beyond any rational thinking ability, had he ever imagined a person capable of producing sounds so reminiscent of, for the lack of a better word, a petrol chainsaw, to have an 'angelic voice', Gabriel would never understand.

The cup of the volatile coffee the trash panda still held onto somehow remained miraculously balanced.

With far too much idle time left and guarded by the apparent incarnation of Cerberus crossed with whatever survived the wood-chipper after its initial run, Gabriel turned to the contraband on his jailbroken top-secret-military-use-only PDA, not bothering with the earbuds. Halfway into the third episode, the trash panda's watch alarm went off, and Gabriel frantically scrambled to close the video - only upping the volume before he found the back button. With the way the guy blinked and straightened, he was safe.

What had not been saved was the coffee, because as soon as the trash panda woke, he looked at his watch - which required him to rotate his wrist, and, in consequence, pour everything that remained in the cup into his lap.

"Fuck." The trash panda gazed down with a look of defeat. "Fuck," he repeated, adding a special emphasis on the 'f'-sound, giving the word an elongated hissing beginning that came to a rapid stop - like a train hurtling off the tracks on a broken bridge hitting the rock bottom of the canyon below. The pronunciation was deeply artistic and empathetic.

And it was almost enough for Gabriel to feel sorry for the trash panda but, as his father oft said, in this bitch of a life you had to be hard, not soft. He hemmed to draw attention to himself.

"The hour's up, I take it I can get the hell out of here?"

"No."

"No?"

"No," the trash panda shot him a pointed glare at his indignant tone - or as much of a glare as he could muster under the circumstances of the cold coffee all over his lap and the obvious sleep deprivation. "Examination first. Sir. Or there's going to be pictures."

"I'll get them confiscated."

"You really think you're going to win this one?" The trash panda snickered in tired amusement. "Sir," he tacked on the end absentmindedly while pulling himself up, and deposited the now (probably) empty cup on the chair. "I wouldn't make that bet if I were you. Sir."

Gabriel erred on the side of caution and shut the fuck up. For now. The trash panda wobbled to the table, poured the disinfectant on his palms before pulling on the gloves, and, after some deliberation coupled with a hard glare of disappointment at his own crotch, he shimmied into the scrubs. Also, he promptly poured what appeared to be the other half of the bottle all over his surgical gloves, splashing the disinfectant everywhere around. It would be unsurprising if some of it made it even to the ceiling, to terrorize the local germ fauna. Or flora. Whichever one it was.

Gabriel, suddenly uncomfortably aware of the fact that under the medbay blanket he was clad in a typical hospital gown bought from the lowest bidding contractor, clutched the flimsy barrier of thin cotton privacy protectively to his chest.

"Off with it," the trash panda grunted. Having been caught earlier in the act with his ass hanging off the bed notwithstanding, Gabriel still refused to relinquish his grip on the fabric. The trash panda continued, unamused. "Unless you have something worse there than dickachu, or pokeballs, I've seen it all."

The absurdity of the statement got to Gabriel, and he stared dumbfounded.

"Oh, yeah, was trying to get the pants off that one guy, and there it was, smack dab in the middle, almost on his dick, a tattoo of a Pikachu." The trash panda waved his hands in the air, imitating the motion, while he elaborated. "Got past it, and then, bam!, two pokeballs, in full technicolor, on the ballsack, right in my face. If you can top that, more power to you, I won’t judge, but I will laugh."

"...definitely can't." Gabriel, still in a state of moderate shock, brushed the blanket aside. But not all the way, no, he wouldn't be the one to do that, no fucking way. The trash panda shrugged and pulled the gown up and away from his side, at least with enough decency to leave it bunched over the more sensitive areas, and started prodding the injury, none too gently.

"Looks decent." The trash panda hemmed.

"So I can go?"

"No." The trash panda swung the scanner around and lowered it, still manhandling the sensitive healing tissue with his hand. Until, focused on the screen, he jabbed his fingers in, probably trying to get right at Gabriel's kidney from the outside. Gabriel, eyes watering, was now of a mind that he had been retroactively in the right for breaking the guy's face. He definitely did deserve that, and no judge or jury would find him to be in the wrong here. Especially after the sad wheeze the treatment got out of him.

"What should stick, sticks, and the rest is unsticked," the trash panda yawned, stepping back, and promptly kicked the scanner back into its corner - completely oblivious of Gabriel's seething glare. "So, you can call someone to give you something to wear, or, like, walk like that, I don’t give a shit."

Gabriel took his tablet to ping Ana as the trash panda slowly advanced towards the trashcan with the movements of someone on the verge of a full system collapse. He pulled on the scrubs, balled them together with the gloves, and missed the bin from less than twenty centimeters away – which had to be some kind of achievement. He contemplated the situation for a moment before looking over his shoulder.

"Hey, I've got a strange question. Was there Smurfs' theme playing earlier?"

Sweet Mary, mother of Christ, this couldn't be happening. Gabriel almost let go of the PDA for the second time this day.

"What the fuck is 'smurfs'?" Full-on denial it was then.

"Huh? Funny. Auditory hallucinations are setting in earlier than usual," the trash panda mumbled to himself, shuffling out of the room. Gabriel breathed a painful sigh of relief before his brain made a record-scratch sound. The imaginary needle ground to a halt and backed up, suddenly going the other way altogether with an unearthly screech, broken up only with Ana's surprised voice coming from the corridor.

"What happened to your pants?"

"Coffee, ma'am." The trash panda slurred. "Mostly."

"Mostly." Gabriel did not need to visualize the expression that accompanied Ana's curt tone.

"I guess, some blood and guts under?"

"We're flying in half an hour," Ana concluded with an exasperated sigh. "Get your gear together."

"Aw, shucks. I wanted to grab some shuteye before."

As soon as Ana marched into the room, Gabriel met with a faceful of clothes. Compared to the trash panda, her aim was deadly, and her throwing arm never wavered.

"You're lucky we're making a resupply stop on the way before we pick up Liao because this is your last intact set."

"Not like it's my fault," Gabriel muttered while untangling from the pants’ legs that have somehow multiplied into a number higher than the usual two.

"Of course, the mine just happened to jump you, from the other side of the field." This was worse. This was her 'mom' voice. Gabriel winced.

"Difference is, I can take it."

"For how long, Gabriel?"

Not an argument he was willing, or in the mood, to rehash, especially not under Ana's scrutinizing gaze boring into him with the intensity his third-grade teacher (who really, really had it out for him) employed.

"As long as it takes," Gabriel grumbled under his breath, even more uncomfortable with changing in her presence now that he made the connection to his childhood's anathema and felt her ghastly glare drop the temperature in the room by around ten degrees due to a mere flashback.

"Could you, you know..." He whirled his fingers in the air and, with a sigh, Ana turned around, folding her arms in front of her chest.

"I've seen it all already."

"I said I was sorry!" He was. Not a hundred percent, since the shower had been built shoddily, but sorry nonetheless. But it was a train of thought best forgotten (because of a field facilities mishap resulting in not only a disintegrated shower but also in one of Gabriel's own flip-flops gaining a near escape velocity). Thankfully, Ana didn't intend to dwell on it.

"So, what do you think?"

"What do I what about what?" Gabriel paused with pants around his knees, convinced some finer points of Ana's question flew past his head with no context for the discussion they were apparently having right at this moment.

"We are lacking when it comes to a medical specialist, remember?"

No. Oh no. No way in hell and neither above, the sheer discomfort of having around someone who from the very start had that much dirt on him would slowly drive him at least a tad bit paranoid if not outright insane - but the rejection of Ana's proposal necessitated a careful and thought out strategy.

Not unlike crossing a minefield, situational sarcasm intended.

"If I remember, we'd agreed on putting in the requisition order for the attachment? We're going to have a pick then, not the first one that comes along," Gabriel stated matter-of-factly, buckling his belt.

"We will get cream of the crop of the fledglings straight out of the basic and that's why we've been putting it off." Ana turned around and gave Gabriel one raised eyebrow as he finished dressing. Having his own very reasonable arguments used against him sucked balls, honestly.

"This one looks like he might keel over any given moment if anything as much as looks at him wrong." He was flopping around with his reach like a hooked fish.

"He stitched you up on evac, with a broken nose, which, if I may add, you broke moments earlier, didn't you?"

Didn't help the situation that Ana smiled a smile of a cat that not only ate the canary - it gobbled up the whole aviary and left behind a satisfied kind of bloody carnage because it gave no fucks about being discovered and tried for its crimes against the avian folk.

"All slander," Gabriel muttered, "there's no proof."

"I'll testify. Anyway, he's got over a year of active and counting, knows what he's doing, and," Ana tapped her forearm with her fingers, "somehow forced you to take some bed rest, I can't imagine how."

"Threats of violence and embarrassment?"

"Now, that one I'd like to see myself." Ana slowly, with the affectation of a street performer, inspected Gabriel from head to toe, and then, with the same attention to the detail, back from toe to head. "I've sent you his file."

"Is there any way I can say no?" Gabriel groaned, moving out. Ana kept to his side.

"With compelling counterarguments because, at the moment, I'll take Francis over any star-struck rookie they're going to throw at us."

"God, his name's Francis? Doesn't look like one."

"It isn't. He goes by Jack."

"Well, with a name like Francis, I'm not surprised."

"Weren't you insisting a week ago 'Francis is a blessed name' because one 'Francis' made your favorite vampire movie?"

Ouch. Busted.

"That's different," Gabriel muttered. "Fine. Draft the request."

Ana shot him another smug feline smile.

"It's waiting for your signature."

"Fine. I'll think it over," he groused. "I promise nothing."

For the next fifteen minutes, Gabriel refused to acknowledge her presence hovering over his shoulder expectantly as everyone got onto the transport. When Rein asked about the date, and if he's invited to the ceremony, Gabriel suffered a near heart failure - at least until Rein added in his booming voice: ‘you punched his face in, it’s the least a guy deserves after that’.

"You're not invited," Gabriel bluntly retorted.

"It's a sore spot," Ana laughed. "The itty bitty medic hurt his pride."

"And neither are you," Gabriel hissed, looking around from his spot on the bench. "We're taking off and he's not onboard."

"He has five more minutes, Gabriel."

"That's five minutes too late."

"That's perfectly on time." The trash panda - Francis 'Jack' - mumbled as he climbed inside, looking like the only thing keeping him on his legs was his hand braced precariously on the side of the door. The other hand held loosely the straps of his dangling field backpack. He stumbled, focused his unseeing stare on some point on the wall (or well far past it), and then marched forward, swaying. The thrown pack landed on the floor and slid with momentum to stop under the bench, followed feet-first by Francis 'Jack' himself with the efficacy of a frequently repeated action. There, with everyone watching his every move, he propped his back and legs on bench supports and snuggled the backpack like it was his girl and he was just starting his leave.

In the ensuing silence, the first snore sounded louder than the obnoxious electronic bells of that one church Gabriel had the misfortune of having once lived by. Even the takeoff Ana okayed didn't disturb the supposedly peaceful sleep of the trash panda, who was now in active violation of at least three regulations that Gabriel actually knew. Amazed, he observed the phenomenon quietly.

"Fine. You won. He's in."

"Told you," Ana smirked.

#sometimes I write #reaper76 #r76 #it's crack #crack treated seriously #said and done verse

[razieltwelve]

Battle (Final Rose x Pokemon Teaser)

For centuries, Grimm have waged an endless war against the people of Remnant. Civilisations have risen and fallen in a cycle of seemingly eternal despair. Now, the world once again stands on the edge of a great calamity. Huntsmen and huntresses stand on the front lines against the Grimm, but they are not alone. The world’s militaries and militia stand with them… as do the world’s pokemon.

X     X     X

“Chu!”

“I see them.” Vanille patted the Pikachu on his head. “But we can’t open fire just yet. We’re going to have to let them get a little bit closer.”

“Chu chu!”

“Yeah, I know it’s risky, but you can only fire those weapons so many times before even you guys run out of power. Waiting means they’ll be more bunched up, which means you’ll do more damage.”

Each Pikachu and Raichu on the Hit Squad was armed with a specially designed rail gun that used a complex array of lightning Dust and other technology to amplify the electricity each of the pokemon could generate. This in turn allowed the Pikachus and Raichus to wield rail guns against the Grimm, vastly increasing the damage they could do and reducing their risk of injury.

In the skies above Mountain Glenn, Skarmory, Pigeots, and other flying pokemon prepared for battle against the aerial Grimm that could be seen flying over the approaching horde. At the centre of the flying pokemon was Bahamut, Fang’s legendarily powerful Dragonite. 

“Now, remember,” Vanille advised the pokemon beside her. “Pick your shots. Aim at the centre of groups. Each of your rail gun rounds is also filled with explosives that will detonate on impact. If you see any really big and scary Grimm, then focus your fire on them. They’re the ones who might be able to breach the walls.”

“Pika!”

“Good.” Vanille was wearing her power armour. Its interface gave her instant access to and control over the dozens of automated guns and other weaponry she’d stationed in and around Mountain Glenn. The Grimm were almost close enough for her to commence firing her artillery. “If you get hurt, then fall back and get patched up. You can’t help anyone if you’re dead.”

“Pika pika!”

“I’ve got all of you hooked up to emergency pokeball recall. If you’re badly wounded, your pokeball will activate and will call you back. That won’t fix your injury, but it will put you into stasis, so we can get you treated later. Okay?” There were nods all around. Vanille raised her voice for both pokemon and people to hear. “Brace yourselves. Firing artillery in one, two, three… fire!”

Dozens of artillery guns opened fire from within Mountain Glenn. The automated barrage unleashed devastation on the charging Grimm horde. Craters were ripped into the earth, and Grimm were blown to pieces and enveloped in explosions, but they pressed on, their sheer numbers allowing them to shrug off the attack.

“Charizards!” Vanille bellowed. It would have been better if Lightning and her team were here, but they were still en route. Bahamut, at least, had been here delivering a package, but Lightning and the others were at least an hour away. As the highest-rated huntress currently in Mountain Glenn, it was up to Vanille to mastermind its defence until reinforcements arrived. “Attack run, now!”

At her words, a squadron of Charizards dove, unleashing a brilliant river of fire upon the Grimm. One of them went down almost immediately, a hail of Grimm projectiles piercing the pokemon’s wings. Thankfully, a nearby drone activated the creature’s pokeball, recalling him and retreating. Another was less lucky, blasted out of the sky by a gigantic beam of energy from one of the Grimm fliers. But the others managed to wheel away, readying themselves for another attack as the first of the Grimm closed in on the walls.

“Hit Squad!” Vanille bellowed. “Open fire!”

The Hit Squad had twenty members on the walls, fifteen Pikachus and five Raichus, all of whom wielded one of Vanille’s specially made rail guns. They fired almost at the same time, and twenty explosion bloomed to life amidst the Grimm. The Grimm caught in the blast were vaporised, and the shockwaves knocked others back. But they continued to press on. And above them, the aerial Grimm prepared to dive on the walls.

“Aerial forces!” Vanille shouted. “Engage! All other forces on the walls, fire at will! Try to keep them off the wall!”

Thousands of soldiers and hundreds of pokemon on the walls opened fire. Bullets and lasers were joined by blasts of water, fire, electricity, and even boulders as well as attacks of a more exotic nature as the city’s fairy, psychic, ghost, and dark pokemon added their powers to the assault.

In the sky, the aerial Grimm collided with the city’s airborne defenders. Claws were stained black with the hideous blood of the Grimm as Pigeots and their less evolved cousins launched themselves at Nevermores and other Grimm. 

A thunderous roar shook the sky, heralding the arrival of a Grimm dragon. 

“Bahamut!” Vanille shouted into her intercom. “Target the dragon, use Draconic Apocalypse!”

Draconic Apocalypse was a special dragon type attack that only Bahamut had so far managed to unleash. It dwarfed the output of even techniques like Outrage or Draco Meteor by orders of magnitude. It was probably their best weapon against the Grimm dragon since Vanille’s biggest weapons couldn’t be used safely anywhere near a city.

Bahamut soared into the air, his ascension covered by a squadron of Skarmory and a few ordinary Dragonites. His body began to glow, and a corona of energy formed around him, a mix of violet, black, and orange. 

The Grimm dragon sensed the threat, and the massive beast drew its head back, unleashing a storm of flame in Bahamut direction. The attack was met by jets of water from Mantines soaring through the skies, and although their defence was eventually overwhelmed, the other Dragonites threw themselves in the way, bearing the brunt of the attack to give Bahamut the time he needed to retaliate.

The corona of energy collapsed forming into a ball of energy in Bahamut’s mouth. The mighty Dragonite took a moment to aim and then bit down, fracturing the ball before spewing what looked like a solar flare of pure energy at the Grimm dragon. The attack was blindingly bright, and Vanille felt the backlash of it from her position on the wall. Everything else in the sky was shoved violently away, pokemon, aircraft, and Grimm alike floundering. 

The attack struck the Grimm dragon head on, and there was a sound like a mountain being torn in two. The Grimm dragon was driven down, the blast shoving it toward the ground. It hit with enough force to crush hundreds of Grimm under its bulk, and the blast continued, pinning it to the ground. The thick bony armour that covered its body began to crack before it shattered, the blast striking home and then detonating in a gigantic explosion.

When the dust cleared, the Grimm dragon had been completely obliterated, along with a sizeable portion of the battlefield. However, there were still thousands upon thousands of Grimm remaining. Bahamut sagged in the air for a moment.

“Get back down here,” Vanille ordered him. “Get healed up. I know how draining that attack is for you. Help can’t be far off.”

As the Grimm assault on the walls resumed, Vanille continued to bark orders to soldiers, militia, huntsmen, huntresses, and pokemon. One by one, the members of the Hit Squad had to retreat, exhausted from firing their rail guns. Each of them was hustled back to the nearest poke centre, where they would be given potions and other things to help bring them back into the fight. They would definitely be feeling it later, but there wouldn’t be a later if they couldn’t hold on.

And then, on the horizon, Vanille’s sensors picked up a massive cold front moving in. She dispatched one of her drones and smiled.

Articuno was coming, and that meant Lightning and her team couldn’t be far either. As the legendary pokemon entered the fray, unleashing a torrent of ice and snow on the Grimm, a missile raced past, a vaguely humanoid figure clutching on it. The missile hit a clump of Grimm and detonated violently. As the dust cleared, a familiar figure rose and roared in challenge.

Ragnarok had arrived. Vanille smirked. Well, grabbing onto a missile was one of the things Ragnarok could do that most other Semblances couldn’t. As Fang hurled herself at the closest Grimm, tendrils of destructive energy flashing through the air as she ripped and tore through anything that got within reach, a transport flew over head. A figure dressed in gleaming crystal leapt out - Lightning had arrived with Saviour already active - along with two others. 

Snow’s blue giant appeared, the gigantic figure encasing both Snow and Caius as the pair entered the battle as well. They were joined by an assortment of their own pokemon, Snow’s Steelix and Lapras leading the charge as a bevy of dark and ghost pokemon from Caius leapt into the fray.

There was a rush of energy then an explosion as Vanille’s favourite lab assistant drifted through the air toward her.

“It seems you humans and Faunus need my help again,” Mewtwo rumbled.

“Oh, come on,” Vanille said. “Admit it. you’d miss me if I got killed. Who else could put up with all your monologuing?”

“Perhaps.” Mewtwo gestured and a Raichu with an eyepatch and a metal bat jumped onto the wall beside Vanille. He was Thunder Bat, the leader of the Hit Squad and one of the lab’s longest-serving employees. “Thunder Bat suggested we accompany the others to assist you.”

“Good.” Vanille grinned. “Now, let’s get to work. Even with Team LFSC here, there’s a lot of Grimm. Whoever kills the most gets to decided what video games we play next game night!”

#final rose #fanfiction #pokemon #oerba dia vanille #pikachu #raichu #dragonite #bahamut #team lfsc

[nemrut]

A Song Of Trash and Fire - Mistakes Were Made ( Pokemon)

"When you find a path to the top, "Is it too abrupt?"..."Can you do it?"..."Is that possible?"...None of that matters! You just have to climb!" The sisters Lyn and Cassie, after a decade of separation, start their climb together.

  Ao3 and fanfiction.net

Quote in the summary was taken from Eyeshield 21.

The white board in front of her had the pictures of her classmates attached to the top rows. Under each picture was a list of their pokemon, their types, what attacks they had used during the two years they’d all been together and other information Lyn found relevant. Most importantly, a big question mark in each column, for things that they must have had kept secret.

These were going to be a few of her opponents today and she’d been staring at this board all night and most of the morning. Left out were the people she just didn’t know, who would also be taking the exam, bringing pokemon and tricks she had no real way of preparing herself for.

A quick, hot shower had been all the reprise she had granted herself.

The Saffron City gym had a reputation for being one of the toughest in the whole circuit. The leader had proved herself by obliterating the previous official gym of the city, one which had defended that title for decades, despite the type disadvantage. That didn’t mean that it was any more difficult per se to get the trainers license there. In theory, at least. While the process itself didn't involve Sabrina until the end, it would still be her judgment that counted. And Sabrina didn't suffer any fools. The gym leader was notorious for her low passing percentage. It made her stomach queasy just thinking about it.  Browsing the Saffron City gym thread earlier hadn't helped. The experiences the hundreds of posters had shared hadn't painted a promising picture, once she had filtered through the incessant complaining and insults. “When’s your match?” Lyn looked up from her white board to see her mother – step-mother - entering her room. Elyse Winter was a tall, blonde woman with a homely face. She had gained some extra weight after Amy’s birth but was still considered an attractive woman by many as the countless times their neighbor kept finding excuses to ring at their door proved that. Now in her early 40s, she had married Lyn’s father three years after his divorce from Lyn’s mother. “Later in the day. The theoretical part comes first,” Lyn said. She had turned around to face Elyse. “I think it should be before noon.” Elyse glanced at the clock that hung over the door. “Just after seven,” Lyn said.

“Would you mind if we watched?” she was rubbing her left elbow but was still smiling. “Because I would love to be there and so would Amara.” She paused for a bit. “Your father as well, but he said he'd be busy with writing.” Or drinking. Lyn shrugged. “Sure, if you want. It’s not going to be that interesting though. Just a bunch of beginners fighting.” “Oh, don’t say that, I’m sure you are going to be amazing!” she said with a lot more vigor than Lyn thought the situation warranted. “Cassie might be there as well, though,” Lyn said. Elyse didn’t frown but the smile fell from her face. “How nice, I haven’t seen Cassandra for years.” Her voice lowered, now more solemn. “Are you sure you can’t stay a few more days? Tomorrow is so soon.”

“We’ve been planning this for a while, not going to change the plan that drastically on the fly.”

This time, she did frown. “Oh. Well, if that’s what you want, of course. I can prepare some snacks for you two then, for the road.” “You don’t need to bother, Elyse.” “But I want to.” She smiled, which didn’t hide the sadness in her face. “And come down for breakfast, dear. Amara was rather hungry earlier and she desperately wants her older sister.” Lyn had forgotten about breakfast and Elyse insisted on all three of them being present before they began eating. It'll be only the two of them, from now on. She should feel a bit bad about that but she needed to go. “I’m sorry, be down in a minute.” Elyse nodded and went downstairs. Someone had to keep an eye on Amara, and the pokemon downstairs weren't always up to the task. Lyn wasn’t too worried though. Amara - or Amy- was usually well behaved in that regard, especially for a six-year-old. Too bad she had charmed Lyn's team. She turned her PC off and went downstairs, to see that breakfast was ready on the table. Amy was in her seat with Jolt hovering next to her and they were playing their usual weird game of tag. Amy tried to poke it but it floated out of reach at the last second every time, its hollow hum of amusement and silly expression made her giggle. Empy, the lilac nidoran was already digging into her bowl with pokefood alongside Bella, the sunflora. Carrie was nowhere in sight, which led to one conclusion. Can’t forget to feed her before we go. Abras may not do much outside of sleeping but they did need regular meals nonetheless.  “Hey Amy,” she greeted her younger half-sister who turned to her with a big smile. “Morning Lyn!” she yelled. Jolt used the momentary distraction to float to the small electric station in the far end of the kitchen. Magnemites and other electric types preferred electrical currents as nourishment. Some could consume food but Jolt needed to recharge at stations like these. She had already packed the portable one alongside everything else she needed for her journey. Her backpack was ready to go. “How are you feeling?” Elyse asked between pouring everyone some orange juice. “Okay.” “Lyn is going to win against everyone today.” Elyse smiled at Amy and then at Lyn. “Yes, I’m sure she’ll do fantastically today. We’ll be cheering you on extra hard, my dear.” Lyn nodded and forced a smile on her face. “Thanks. I’m a bit a nervous but I should be able to pass the exam.” “Just do your best,” said Elyse. "We know you can do it." It was a relief that from then on Elyse steered the breakfast conversation back to Amy and she immediately began to gush about what had happened in kindergarten yesterday. One of the caretakers had brought in a new marill which had in return captured the hearts of the kids on the spot. Being the adorable critters that marrills were, Lyn wasn't surprised. She finished her meal in a hurry, thanked Elyse and left the room. It didn’t take her long to find Carrie. She had teleported herself into Elyse’s wardrobe. It was one of her three favorite spots in the house to sleep in. Luckily for all them, Lyn knew her step-mom didn’t mind. Waking her up wasn’t difficult. Carrie had long gotten used to her presence. It takes a while for abras to do that and not teleport away immediately, even after getting captured. Lyn was lucky in that regard. Receiving her education in Saffron with its extensive focus on psychic pokemon had helped. Given that the gym specialized in them, they had a lot of tips to give with regards to training one. With a grunt, Lyn carried Carrie to her room and gave her a few snacks, watching her eat them on her bed. She let out a small sigh and shook her arms. Carrie wasn’t exactly a lightweight. She knew she'd be at certain disadvantage later today. She'd have only two pokemon to fight with whereas most participants would have one more. Until she evolved, Carre was only able to eat, sleep and teleport. Still, it has to be enough. It should be, Lyn had faith in Empy and especially in Jolt. Magnemites weren’t super-rare or anything but not that many people used them. And they were solid fighters. Another quick check on the clock showed that it was almost eight. She still had more than an hour but she wanted to be there on time and it was a bit of a walk. Satisfied that Carrie had eaten up, she returned her to her ball. She grabbed her backpack and left her room. Empy and Jolt were still lounging in the kitchen, while Elyse was washing up. On a normal day, she would have long since dropped off Amy at kindergarten before going to work herself. For today though, it seemed she had already taken the day off. Her boss was fickle when it came to giving her employees a day off and Elyse had still gone ahead and done just that. Just for the chance that Lyn would be okay with Elyse watching her match. She didn’t quite know how to feel about that. Lyn wasn't too psyched about spectators, least of all Elyse and Amy but it was…nice, she supposed. They were doing what no one else in her family was going to do. That deserved more than the awkwardness that Lyn was giving them. “I’m going out now.” Empy and Jolt had perked up at that and hurried to her. She returned Jolt to its pokeball. Empy squeaked at her, happy that she could remain outside. She and Jolt took turns but nidorans needed more movement than magnemites. It was important that Empy got to walk as much as she could. Wish I could have more than one pokemon out in the city. That had to wait a while, though. One needed a good reason to receive permission to have two of them out. Feeling like it unfortunately didn’t count unless one was a gym leader. “Okay, honey,” Elyse said, coming over and giving Lyn a quick hug. The younger girl hesitated for a few seconds before returning it. “Good luck and do your best.” “Sure,” mumbled Lyn and with a quick good-bye to Amy, she rushed out of the door, glad to be out of the house. She took a deep breath once outside, and started to walk. She passed the lone oak tree in the Winter family garden which housed Fred the forretress. Elyse had him for years. Both seemed content with their dynamic and neither Lyn nor Amy had could understand why. It seemed so boring. Soon, she had left their property behind. She had walked this path hundreds of times in the last few years. Ever since she started studying at the Gym for her trainer’s license when she had turned fifteen. The same day she'd gotten Empy as her starter. The city was full with people as always. Countless people hurried to work. Many had their pokemon at their side, filling the streets in-between the large buildings. One of the interesting things about Saffron City was the variety of pokemon on its streets. As the capital and also the biggest city of Kanto, they got people and pokemon from all over the continent. So, one was just as likely to meet those pokemon most common to Kanto as one was some of the more exotic species. You didn’t see a ribombee every day, for example, like that one guy had following him down the street. Many of them came for Sliph Co., a veritable titan of commerce and innovation in the world. It was a heavy weight and had a lot of people under its employ. While it was the biggest firm by a good margin, it was also not the only one. Its headquarters were a sight to behold. Lyn got to pass it on her way and it was always buzzing with busy employees skittering in and out of its big entrance. The guards and their pokemon,- an arcanine, an alakazam and a venosaur -, were observing everyone entering with keen senses. There had been a break a few years back and ever since then, the security had increased. Now and then, you could see a police officer wandering the streets. Once or twice, the occasional ranger would rush through, always busy. The cars, busses and bikes were loud and obnoxious in a lot of ways. Their smell, their noise, their speed and frequency. Thanks to the years of living in the city, Empy, and most other pokemon, had long since gotten used to that. Saffron City had stricter rules on releasing pokemon on its streets because of that. There were a few that normal people and even licensed trainers just weren’t allowed to release. One had to have the appropriate license for it. You just couldn’t release an onix in any city, for example. Needed to be a gym leader to do it or a company that was building something. Otherwise. you had to be mindful of the people and property around you. In about twenty minutes, they reached the gym. Standing in front of its doors. It was modern. A huge dome made from inter-lapping segments the color of a soft lilac. Twelve spikes extended from the segments and drilled into the ground. Six on each side framing the entrance, eerie and unnerving. The gym itself dwarfed all buildings around it and it was second only to the Sliph Co. HQ. The gym had undergone intensive renovations fifteen years back. It was the most modern gym in Kanto ever since. The Fighting Dojo, the previous city gym, wasn't even a third of its size. An older building, almost antique, it had been a temple with a shrine before, over a hundred years ago. It was a relic of older times. The gym teachers had claimed the reason the Saffron City gym was rebuild there, right next to the dojo wasn't to shame anyone. Rather, it was a reminder to never get complacent with your training. A rival was always waiting for you to slip up. Winning once wasn't enough, everyone could fluke into a victory. You had to keep winning. Again and again, until there was no doubt. The rivalry between those two institutions had never waned. It was bad form to roam a gym with pokemon out of their pokeballs and Lyn recalled Empy. People were working with all kinds of pokemon in there. Since one never knew which, it was best to be careful and not cause any complications. With that thought in mind, she opened the gym gates. The reception hall was large, with a tired, balding man sitting in front of his computer. Albert was the longest working person in the gym; he had seen three leaders during his time. He'd been here before this had even been the official gym of Saffron City. Lyn gave him a quick nod and hurried through the many halls to the classroom. xxxx The theoretical part, answering a bunch of questions for an hour and a half wasn't difficult. Lyn knew anyone taking the training business seriously better be able to answer those. There had been two questions to stump the candidates on meaningless details, though. Lyn hadn't wasted any more time on them than she had to. Generally speaking, few people who had stuck to this for years failed this part. Those who did, deserved to fail. No, the difficult part came with the mini-tournament afterwards. Between all sixteen hopeful trainers taking the exam today. “You don’t have to win to get the trainer’s license and the pokedex,” said Florence. She was a gym official and one of Sabrina’s top trainers. In her late twenties, she was also one of the tallest people working in the gym. She tied her long brown hair in a casual ponytail, had a strong tan and wore the usual gym uniform. The jacket with the gym symbol draped over her muscular arms. Sabrina rarely talked with the budding trainers leaving that to others. She was watching, though, right now, of that Lyn had no doubt. It would be her decision, after all. Few people had the authorization to grant a trainer license. "But you’ll have to put on a show worth watching. You gotta prove to us that you understand what it means to train and lead a pokemon in battle. That said, if your actions are unacceptable, then even a win won't give you the license. No such thing as space for trash or idiots in the pokemon battling world. That's true for all battles. Whether it's here for the license, in tournaments or much later for the badge. You screw up, you’re out and generally I’ll do the throwing unless you’ve shit luck and Sabrina does it.” Florence was sort of an anomaly in the gym. The trainers employed tended to favor psychic pokemon, for obvious reason. Yet, she had a personal focus on a more physical based combat. Still, she had impressed Sabrina and was working as one of her top people for years now. Her metagross was a beast. Besides, everyone had a healthy respect for the woman who could lift her own larvitar. It wasn’t anything they hadn’t heard before though. Florence or whoever taught had delivered a lecture like this a few times in the last three months. Whenever an instructor felt the class needed to hear this again, which was a lot. That said, not everyone in this exam had been a student here. Besides Lyn, there were eight others who had been in the same class. The other seven had either taken private lessons or had moved in here recently. Or had just come for the exam. While most exams were happening on this day, not all gyms had them. Some were a week later. Not everyone was the same age as well. While Lyn was eighteen and so were five of her classmates and one of the outsiders, the rest were a few years older. One of the candidates, Bryce, was nearing thirty. “Oh man, that guy looks tough,” said Nigel to Vyle, both of them Lyn’s classmates, loud enough for her to hear him. Nigel was tall, had dark skin, short black hair and a fondness for flying pokemon. Vyle was short, not even coming to Nigel's shoulders, had long, wavy brown hair and glasses. They'd been dating for a few weeks and if Lyn had understood things correctly, they'd be traveling together. He wasn’t wrong though. The boy,- she didn’t know his name-, looked to be the same age as them and dressed in particularly high quality clothes. That wasn’t what was remarkable though. That would be the fact that one of the three poke balls on his belt was blue with red dots. A great ball, rather than three regular ones that beginners like them had. Whatever he had inside that thing was likely to be stronger than whatever anyone else here had today. Vyle seemed to agree. She was looking annoyed as she nodded. Her eyes were still glued to his great ball. “Heard about guys like that. Could've taken the exam at whatever private big shot thing they studied at until now. Instead they take part in exams like this to make a big splash by beating the idiots there.” “Why not graduate with his other big shot friends?” Nigel asked, a frown on his face. “Because his chances to win against his big shot friends is less than his chances against us,” Lyn said, before Vyle could. She looked surprised and nodded. “Probably. A bit cowardly, if you ask me,” Vyle said after a short pause. "A gamble." "What do you mean?" asked Vyle. Nigel seemed to have understood though. "I'm guessing people at those schools have better pokemon, yeah? But aren't really better at using them, right? That's what you want to say?" Lyn nodded, hands in her pockets.

“Richer folk can get the pokemon that require an higher upkeep. Which beginner could afford to feed a snorlax for example?” “Man, that’s bumming me out.” Nigel groaned as he put both of his hands on his head, his fingers combing through his hair. “Still, no reason to give up though.” “Of course not,” Vyle agreed, crossing her arms. “A pokemon is only as good as the trainer. For all we know, he simply didn’t have the chops to graduate where he was and had to come here.” “Well, we'll see if his gamble pays off. Should be fun." Vyle seemed amused. “What's got you so chatty today? Usually don't gossip with us like this.” "Usually, you two don't talk about anything interesting." Nigel laughed as Vyle rolled her eyes. "Harsh, Raine. Harsh." Florence, until now distracted with a phone call, focused her attention back on the group. “Okay, people. You know the rules. Two pokemon each." She looked at the screen in her hand that was the size of a book. "We even got our first pair. First ones up are Lyn and Faze. Go through the door and give us a good fight.” The trainer they had been talking about started moving. Speak of the devil. "Good luck," said Nigel and patted her lightly on the shoulder. "Have fun," Vyle said, a small smile on her lips, no doubt remembering Lyn's earlier words. "Oh, I will." Lyn nodded at Florence and followed Faze, walking through the door. After entering the indoor arena, she stepped forward to the fighting field. The arena they were fighting in was one of the smaller ones of the gym. It was a mixed field. It had several smaller, connected pockets of water, each the size of a kiddie pool. Around it was plenty of land with sand, grass, trees and rocks covering it. That way, it allowed for a multitude of pokemon to fight at their best. All around the fighting field, there were seats for roughly only a hundred spectators. They had designed this room for either training or fights of low importance such as this. The big gym battles happened in the arena that could host thousands. It even had expensive cameras fixed all over. The fan remixes of some of these battles had become popular over the years.

The audience was already present. Not even twenty people. There wouldn’t be any cameras here today. It was rare for something spectacular to happen at one of these. Most of the time, only family members cared about this. Lyn knew that at times scouts from big firms like Sliph Co came to scout some promising talent. Sponsors and news could find their way here but they needed to already have an interest in some one. Today, it was just two bored looking reporters sitting in their designated seats. Each one had a smart phone ready, just in case. Lyn hoped to give them something to see.

She also saw Elyse and Amy in the stands who were waving their hands at her, but didn't bother waving back. Instead, she settled for a quick smile. The contestants took their spots on opposing sides. They nodded to each other and grabbed their first pokeballs and released their pokemon. Empy and an horsea materialized on the field, Empy on the land, whereas the horsea found itself in the water. That was an unfortunate matchup. How annoying that I can’t switch out Empy for Jolt. Still, it was winnable. It was quick and agile but not that strong. It also wasn't the most durable of pokemon. Then again, neither was Empy. Not yet. But Lyn would reckon that she could take more damage than the enemy. “Water gun,” ordered Faze and the horsea shot out a stream of water from its mouth. Empy was able to dodge by jumping to the side without needing to wait for an instruction. Never get hit was a command in play at all times. Horsea fired a few more in rapid succession and Empy was able to avoid all but the last one, which hit her in the side. She winced and the force of the impact pushed her back a few inches. Empy had avoided to get hit in the head though. “Growl!” Lyn said, her eyes darting between the pokemon and her enemy. Empy belted out a loud, piercing cry. Given her size, was more of a hiss, but it did its job and intimidated the horsea, making it flinch. It looked wary now, swimming on the spot, its focus on Empy, who was trotting nearer. This was something they had practiced. Always try to get close to the enemy. Long range was bad for them. While there were no type advantages and disadvantages in this match, it was still in favor of the horsea. It was fast and could dart in-between the pools and take shots at Empy from a distance. Sooner or later, it would get a few more hits in. In turn, it'd be difficult for Empy to attack horsea hit back. She was lacking any and all long-distance attacks for now and it was hard to reach something in the water. It wasn't impossible though. A small smile found its way on her face. “Dash forward!” Empy obeyed and closed the distance with surprising speed. But not fast enough. “Dive and water gun!” came the order to horsea from Faze fast enough and it disappeared from view. This wasn’t unexpected. There was always a drawback with this tactic though. It did shield the pokemon from enemy attacks, that was true. But it also stopped any and all communication between trainer and pokemon. In a lot of ways, it was a double-edged sword and Lyn knew how to exploit it. She didn’t bother looking at the pools themselves to look for the horsea. The movement of bigger water pokemon might stir the water and betray their location. Small ones like horsea didn't. But Lyn knew that trainers liked to give instructions on where to emerge beforehand. For exactly situations like this. Preplanned strategies. It was the sensible thing to do. Lyn had made the same. But sometimes, the trainers forgot that they themselves were a part of the match as well. Lyn saw that Faze was looking at the pool to the left of Empy. It wasn’t guaranteed. It might well be the case that Faze was trying to trick her by looking at the wrong pool. She didn’t know enough about him to tell. Overestimating an enemy can be just as dangerous as underestimating them. She had to take the gamble. Either it paid off here and they got a few important hits in or they had bared their back to a water gun. It was better than getting whittled down without ever being able to fight back. “Empy, turn left and rush to the edge of the pool. Double kick the second it breaches the surface.” Faze flinched, a frown appearing on his face. He watched as Empy positioned herself, waiting for the horsea to come out. It didn’t take too long. A few seconds later, the horsea burst through the surface. Its cheeks were already bulged and ready to fire its water gun. To its and Faze's dismay it found itself face to rear as a stubby leg smashed into its face. Empy, her head turned to watch for movement, had reacted before the horsea could. Faze's desperate order had no chance of reaching his pokemon in time. Horsea’s were fast but they weren’t that fast, least of all when the kick was coming at point blank range. It was lucky for Lyn and Empy that it had come up so close to the edge. It made sense, the closer the distance, the higher the chances of hitting. We have to finish this with this attack though. Might not get another chance to close the distance like this. The first kick slammed right in the middle of its forehead. The kick was strong. It made an high pitched howl escape its small trunk but it also pushed the horsea a few inches away from Empy. That made the second kick only graze her. Lyn had an idea that was as risky as it was stupid. “Jump backwards!” Empy didn't hesitate for a second and leaped. Horsea, still dazed from the kick, was unable to react to this unexpected move and Empy slammed into it. Her toxic spines dug themselves into horsea's small body before Empy landed in the water with a small splash. “Get out now.” Empy paddled hastily towards the land and it was lucky that it was not far. Unfortunately, the horsea, while poisoned, had now recovered enough to attack. And while the distance was short, Empy wasn't a fast swimmer. “Water gun!” its trainer roared and the water attack slammed against Empy’s back of the head. That had hurt. Empy let out painful squeak but the attack had also given her the necessary push to climb out of the water. Wincing, she turned around, waiting for the next attack. “Smokescreen and then water gun,” Faze gave the next order. A stoic look replacing his frown. The small pokemon covered the pool it was in with white smoke in seconds. While it made it a bit more difficult to aim, it didn’t make it impossible. It did make it a lot harder for Empy to dodge though. Not to mention that it could dive and emerge from another pool and attack from there. This time Lyn didn’t think she would get a convenient forewarning. Only an idiot would make the same mistake twice. A stream of water shot out of the white smoke and grazed Empy as she was able to avoid the worst of it. The second shot hit her right in the cheek, tough, making her let out another painful squeak. “Leap right!” and Empy obeyed immediately, dodging the third shot by a narrow margin. Lyn shot out a torrent of orders. Alternating in which direction to jump, allowing the nidoran to avoid the next few shots. There was one thing Lyn noticed. The water gun is getting weaker. So the reckless jump had paid off and the poison was doing its job. It made Lyn’s lips curve into a satisfied smile. Now, the ball was in Faze’s court. Lyn was content to run down the clock, until the poison knocked out the water pokemon. The scanners scattered over the battlefield were analyzing the whole time to make sure no pokemon took permanent damage. Besides, a small, light body like horsea couldn’t take that much poison to begin with. The bad thing was, Lyn could see that Empy wasn’t doing that hot either. The first water gun had nailed her good in the ribs and all the movement since then hadn’t done her any favors. Not to mention the other hit to her head. The smoke screen was clearing up by now, revealing a panting horsea, it’s eyelids half closed. The noises it made were mewls of pain. Florence took one look at her and stopped the fight. “Round's over, this is Lyn’s win.” Faze winced. “Thanks little guy,” he said after he had the horsea return into its pokeball. Florence, meanwhile, was giving Empy a critical look and checked something on the electronic pad in her hand. “Well, this was Lyn’s win. Nidoran can continue but I’ll be keeping an eye on her in the next round,” she said after a few seconds. That is unfortunate. Lyn had seen that Empy was not in a good condition anymore. She hoped she'd at least get a few hits in on the next pokemon. Best case, she'd be able to poison whatever Faze was sending out before going down herself. “Do you keep your nidoran in?” “Yeah.” “Okay. She turned to Faze. “Round two begins now, chose your next pokemon.” Lyn was observing Faze. His hand had reached first to the normal pokeball on his belt. It hovered over it for a second or two before he, with a grimace, reached for the great ball right next to it. Here it comes. The smile had returned on Lyn’s face. “Brace yourself.” She watched as Empy’s muscles tensed, lowering her center of gravity, ready to dash at any second. Lyn was concentrating on Faze, and to her surprise, he still had a bitter expression on his face. He looked as if he had swallowed a lemon. For a second Lyn thought she would have the type advantage. That is until the red energy from the great ball took the form of a magmar and robbed her of this notion. Fuck.

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