Grand Oppening[mod please]

[tgapp]

The continued to rage despite the pace being beyond agonizingly slow Penoa wondered when the battle would eventually end. However, as slow as Feineant was working and such the pokemon was still making progress which the young magician was going to make sure the dopey pokemon achieved its goal. He did not want to be like the Team Member rocket he just faced denying this creature the chance to become great. "a few more strikes your victory shall be guaranteed Feineant" the Great and Powerful Penoa proudly encouraged his partner as it doperly laid upon the ground. As it began to rise up to achieve the second tackle called forth it gazed at the sky before dropping down landing a hit. The opposing pokemon upon this strike grunted slightly notifying the coordinator the chance of it possibly waking up. The pink haired youth considered this possibility yet he knew his slowpoke had enough bulk to outlast his opponent. Still as the owl laid upon the pink pokemon as a make-shift pillow the young magician laughed gleefully something he haven't done in a while during his desire to appear powerful. Sometimes pictures such as this can allow anyone to be himself without a care in the world. Still despite this little glimpse of a care-free nature the coordinator proud and arrogant smirk returned back upon his lips.

"po...pooke" the derpy pokemon mumbled as it lazily laid upon the grass not paying attention to the owl using it as a pillow. It's derpy eyes was fixated upon a blade of grass was gently being pulled by the soft and serene breeze. Feineant pondered what it would be like to be a blade of grass allowing the breeze decided how it moved and such. He wondered if he would be happy or would he even be able to know what happiness was, did plants even know what happyness was anyways. Then again could plant based pokemon not able to be generally happy or was it a false bravado. So many question that it made its expression remain blank and obliviously derpy to the max. "Sire of Derplasia crush this opponent with your royal decree by using tackle yet again" Penoa called forth his confidence profound in his tone as the soft wind tugged against his white cape. After a few moments of remaining to gaze and mindlessly observe the blade of grass upon its face its ears twitched slightly, responding to this it began to slowly rise up. Painfully slowly the pink pokemon rose to its feet the opposing owl rolling off most likely, walking up to it it shifted over to the side. Getting to the position it used before to achieve successful strikes it lazily flopped over attempting to strike with a slow and successful tackle.

[Tiki]

Although Slowpoke would be a slow Pokemon with slower reaction to things, they were actually quite quick on their mind. Oh, if only the mind and body connects though. Feineant was deep in his thought about what it would be like to be blades of grass, swaying by the gentleness of the wind. This psychic Pokemon was quite fond of thinking. After hearing the trainer's order, the Slowpoke took a moment to recollect himself, and then slowly walked toward the Hoothoot to execute the equally slow Tackle. Basically the psychic Pokemon was attacking with his body weight and not momentum.

Though the Hoothoot was quicker in its feet, both in its movement and waking up. It blinked and rolled a little bit away from the Slowpoke before Feineant could land a Tackle. Then, the feather ball's eyes glowed red and examined the Slowpoke again. Hoothoot cawed in disbelief, that there's such a power within the Slowpoke to put it to sleep. Usually within the Hoothoot, they are the ones to put other Pokemon to sleep. It scanned the Slowpoke with its glowing eyes, looking for maybe a weakness that it could exploit. It tried its best though, until its energy ran out to finish scanning. Did Hoothoot found it?

Undeterred by the Hoothoot, the Slowpoke patiently made its way toward the hopping bird, when the opportunity struck, he painfully yawned from the amount of effort he had made so far trying to use the attack. But when he did, he slammed his entire pink body onto the Hoothoot, making the bird squeaked a little in pain.

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Hoothoot- Level 4
11/22
Status: Woke up!
Used Foresight!

Penoa's Feineant- Level 1
8/13
Status: +1 Atk, +3 Def, -3 Spd
Used Tackle!

OOC:
with 2 growls and 3 curse I'm pretty sure it's what the current status is listing right now

[tgapp]

Penoa remained patient despite the many minutes which the battle dragged seem to quickly evolve into hours. During this time the opposing pokemon finally woke back up which forced the young magician to plan out his attack pattern. He hoped with the boasting from earlier that by the time the bird woke up it would have been defeated yet it seemed that was not the case. A a long and very tired sigh the Great and Powerful Penoa frowned out of annoyance and dullness of the speed of this battle. No matter how long the battle actually took the coordinator still planed on helping his dopey pokemon to achieve his first victory. There was great potential in this pokemon but it would have to take a tremendous amount of work that was for sure. Silently lightly blue eyes gazed upon the opponent as it began to scan Feineant trying to figure out what exactly was the pokemon. During this time the very slow creature walked over to the owl before lazily flopping over landing a successful hit upon the opposing opponent. He wondered how much defense did his pokemon actually achieved in case the hoot-hoot decided to go on the offensive.

"Make the bird wish it still slept in its worthless fairy tale"the pink haired youth called forth masking his face with the same proud and smug smirk upon his lips. Feineant of course laid upon the soil once it flopped over its ears twitching a few times once it heard its trainer's remark. "just like before use tackle" he called forth the attack. A few moments of having its signature dopey expression etched upon his face the royal pokemon began to slowly stand up. Once it got enough it would lazily waddle over to the target before just like before flopping over using its weight to inflect the damage upon its target. Patiently the young magician continued to relax while the battle continued to painstaking progress while the sun itself began to drop past the horizon.

[Deleted]

Although his mind was still incredibly sharp his reaction times were still terrible and Feineant could not outpace the owl physically under any normal circumstances and Hoothoot had been taking advantage of this every chance it got. This round was no exception either as it knew the only way to win this battle was by doing damage. It was easier said than done as Curse had made Feineant's body steel hard. With the only offensive move it could use being Tackle the owl had a long battle ahead. With no other options however it had to strike now and hope for the best.

Colliding with Feineant Hoothoot became dazed by the impact into the clueless Pokemon's chest. To make matters worse Feineant slowly walked towards Hoothoot before charging with a sudden burst of speed into the owl's stomach. Such a move by any other Pokemon would have been normal speed but for a Slowpoke it was lightning fast. Add to that the greater damage done between the two attacks the battle was once again neck and neck with neither Pokemon looking like they would give in any time soon. Unless one of the combatants scored a lucky hit this battle was just getting started and Hoothoot was more annoyed than ever that this was not going to be a fast paced battle at all but there was nothing the owl could do with the rather weak moves it currently knew.

Hoothoot: | Level 4|
Health: 36% (8/22 HP)
Status: Normal,
You move slower than a snail
Move: Tackle

Penoa's Feineant: | Level 1 |
Health: 53% (7/13 HP)
Status: Normal, Attack +1, Defense +3, Speed -3
Derp?
Move: Tackle

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[tgapp]

The two pokemon continued to battle it out while the opposing owl wished to end it quickly yet Feineant desired to enjoy the calm flow. Penoa on the other hand watched patiently yet feeling his legs become tired he sat upon the soil intently watching the battle play-out. He usually would be cheering and taunting the opponent but he was honestly getting tired. Indeed, the young magician been upon this route for what felt like hours. Light blue eyes watched the two creatures collide the pink creature hardly budging from the tackle yet the strike it delivered to the feathered fiend left a more resounding reaction. This meant that the magician's pokemon could deliver a stronger attack compared to the other. The pink haired youth smiled very proud of his plan coming together despite it being painfully slow to set up. He enjoyed making sure that his actors had the best chances to illustrate their skill during battles and life itself. "marvelous his pink partner victory is surely in your little grasp" he encouraged happily while a slight yawn escaped the coordinator's lips.

"same as before use tackle" he instructed with some encouragement despite the same actions being called forth over and over again was becoming annoying. Still this was the best way to utilize the increased attack from the previous curses. Hopefully with a few more strikes this battle would finally come to a close allowing the slowpoke to grow stronger.

[Tiki]

As the long battle marches toward the end, both sides are beginning to show sign of their fatigue, but this doesn't mean that either party wants to give up anytime soon. The Hoothoot attacked as soon as it heard the trainer calling out a move, as the bird wanted the battle to be over with and get some rest, and it would still like to try to win! Hopping on the ground quickly, the fluffball ran toward the pink Pokemon, and just as before, slamming onto the Slowpoke with its small body.

The damage was done, as the Slowpoke looked battered, even if his expression was slow to make the face to show his tiredness. Feineant don't have enough steam to keep thinking now, and he "quickly" ran toward the Hoothoot for a returning Tackle attack. He figured that if he got stronger, he would be able to use moves without moving his body. For now, this tackle would have to do. The Hoothoot flopped backward form the impact, but quickly rolled itself back, standing on its foot/feet. It looked like the battle was nearing the end.

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Hoothoot- Level 4
5/22
Status: None
USED TACKLE!

Penoa's Feineant- Level 1
3/13
Status: Attack +1, Defense +3, Speed -3
USED TACKLE!

*insert pokemon game "low health" sound effect*

[tgapp]

As the sun began to settle in the distant horizon the real duration of the battle began show. When the fight began the sun was just barely going down now it as near sundown. A yawn escaped the young magicians mouth, he was really hoping to be back home yet that was not going to happen. Light blue eyes gazed upon the two pokemon seeing they clash into each other. The opposing feathered fiend stood up after the clash showing signs of damage such like his slowpoke. Noticing this one of his light pink eyebrows raised slightly the tackle before did not seem to do that much damage but yet there were obvious signs of wear on Feineant. He was so close of achieving a victory it would be horrible for the opponent to land a lucky win. Deciding that the best bet was to return the dopey creature so it could rest and allow Bun-Bun to deliver the final strike. "you did well Feineant time for you to return to your royal chambers" the Great and Powerful Penoa gently said to his partner while pointing his pokeball at it. A bright light erupted from the device before it cloaked the pink creature soon it was dematerialized into light before it retreated back into the pokeball. Fishing out another pokeball from his hat the young magician gave the owl a smug smirk upon his lips before pressing the button which made it enlarge. "final scene Bun-Bun" he called forth while gently tossing the ball up which it opened with a brilliant white light erupting from it. Soon the light materialized into  the coordinator's faithful assistant Bun-Bun the buneary.

"make sure this pugnacious fool dont forget who the Grrreat and Powerful Penoa and his spectacular assistant are" the pink haired youth called forth the attack. Hearing the order the little bunny quickly hoped forward attempting to put on a confident smile which ended up looking adorable and harmless in nature. Once it got close enough it gave one more final hop while it curled up its left ear, while it descended it quickly snapped the ear out before swinging it downward attampting to bash that limb upon the feathered opponent. Patiently Penoa awaited for the result of this attack wondering if it was enough to end this drawn out battle.

[Tarlar]

The hoothoot yawned again and shooks its head. This was going so slow it almost was lulling it into sleep again, but with an opponent this slow, it shouldn't be too diffocult for it to win soon. Then it could go back to its well deserved rest that had been so rudely interrupted by the earlier battle.
Even though it hadn't managed to scare awayt the trainer by first and it took longer for it to get back to its nest and sleeping.
It looked at Faineant and decided it wasn't an immediant threat due to being far away from it. It's calmed mind along with the tiredness and exhausting made its mind wander a bit. It daydreamed a bit about its cozy nest and where it would go hunting as soon as the darkness covered the land. The sun was starting to reach the horizon, but it was far too ealy to be up already, you were still supposed to sleep at this hour!

It was pulled back to reality when Penoa shouted something, and it looked around warily, but there was nothing threatening in sight. It frowned and looked around more closely, where had its opponent gone to? It had disappeared into thin air! It shot a quick glance upwards to be sure there was nothing hiding up there.
The hoothoot looked suspiciously at the buneary that appeared in front of the trainer, and it growled threateningly at her to tell her to keep her distance. It had no idea about what was going on at the moment, and it wasn't sure what kind of trick they were playing in it with the disappearance of the pink and slow pokemon.

Being distracted and expecting a backstabbing attack, it was easy for Bun-Bun to get close to the hoothoot. Her punch went straight in as it had got used to Faineants tempo and was taken by surprise by the speed of the buneary's ear.
It was blacked out and laid sprayed out on the grass, it was not this kind of sleeping it had dreamed off.

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Wild Pokemon Battl
Weather: None in effect.

Wild Hoothoot |Level 4|
Health:0/22
Status: None
Used: Growl + Fainted.

Penoa's Bun-Bun |Level 6|
Health: 24/24
Status: Normal (-1 atk)
Used: Switching in + Pound

Bun-bun Won the battle and grows to level 8!

Faineant, Sire of Derpalasia helped out and grows to level 2!


The New Player Protection makes it possible to capture the hoothoot. If you wish to do so, please fill out the form below:
[img alt=" " src="http://cdn.bulbagarden.net/upload/a/ab/Spr_4d_163.png"]
[b]Hoothoot[/b]
Name: [choose]
Gender: [Male/Female]
Level: 4
Moves: Tackle, Growl, Foresight
Ability: Keen Eye
Nature/Personality: [choose]

[tgapp]

OOC- Requesting an Silver encounter please

Once the final hit was successful the young magician flopped backwards practically exhausted with the day. It was great being powerful and such yet that took so much effort still the pink haired youth smiled. Standing up he beckoned for his little bunny to fallow as they headed onward hoping to reach the next town before it got any later.

[latani]

Route 29
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Whispers of Penoa had spread throughout the route, some passing trainers remarking over the magician enough to reach the ears of a certain trainer. He had spent the last few hours trying to find a challenging trainer or Pokémon to fight to no avail, and had grown rather aggravated to the point of being ready to physically lash out. But then he had heard about Penoa, and out of a mixture of curiosity and mirth decided to seek out this strangely attired trainer. Searching for Penoa wasn't a difficult task of itself, although the person who stepped out onto the path the magician was on did not look at all enthused as he turned to face him. There was a certain fastidious distaste in his eyes as the stranger glanced at Penoa and took in is attire, stifling laughter with a hasty cough.

"Those losers weren't kidding. Didn't know the circus was in town," the youth said, barely concealing a smirk. He was young, with long, red hair and piercing eyes narrowed in amusement. His attire consisted off matching indigo clothing trimmed with red, an ordinary outfit that contrasted with his somewhat intimidating presence. Well, as intimidating as one could be while trying to withhold laughter. "Or maybe they kicked you out because you spent too much time working on yourself instead of your act. You think anyone's going to take you seriously as a trainer in that stuff?"

Extracting a single Poké Ball from his bag, the redhead bounced it in his hand and stared at Penoa, this time unable to refrain from smirking. "Tell you what, I'm feeling generous today. I'll make something disappear for you, free of charge - either your Pokémon or your pride," he said with a snicker, letting his Poké Ball fly to release a small, shrew-like Pokémon. Unfurling itself with a timid look, the Cyndaquil stared nervously at its trainer before turning towards Penoa, squeaking feebly. "Time to see how 'great and powerful' you really are," the stranger said, ignoring his anxious Pokémon to cross his arms and wait for the magician's answer.

Attention!

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A mystery kid has challenged you to a battle!
He sends out Cyndaquil (Level 8!)

Please choose a Pokémon to fight with.

[tgapp]

Light blue eyes gazed upon the setting sun as the soft wind blew against his link pink locks. He masterfully juggled his two pokeballs each containing his beloved actors. Although he slightly turned his head off towards the source of the talking. Gazing upon the red haired boy everything about his attire seemed boring and here the stranger was starting a greeting with an insult. Most people would be annoyed at this yet the young magician smirked with a very wide and smug smirk upon his lips indeed it was time for an amazing play. "o yes its town the first act is to juggle your pride and confidence welcome to the grrrandness show of the day" he said smugly before drastically turning around while gently tossing up one of his pokeballs. Once the young magician turned around he effortlessly caught the ball before pointing it at the stranger. "maybe the Grrrreat and Powerful Penoa may teach ya something yet someone without talent regarding presentation seems like a waste of his precious time" Penoa said taunting the opponent his prideful smirk widening. He wanted this battle to be filled with emotion and this stranger was going to provide the tools for the show. "really a disappearing act that is pitifully novice how about he gives you a free show one consisting of cutting your confidence in half without leaving a mark" he said while pressing the middle of the pokeball. A bright white light erupted soon a slowpoke forming from the brilliant light.

Glancing at the opposing pokemon Penoa gracefully twirled his white top hat around his index finger. It did not look impressive not even an attractive entrance ether. "another boring entrance from a foolish trainer Penoa should be getting paid for being presented with such lackluster materials to work with" he said letting out a yawn. "act 1 scene 1 use watergun Feineant" the young magician ordered forth the attack. Taking in a deep breath the pink creature taped into its water core before letting out a large exhale. A jet of water burst from the pink pokeman's maw heading towards the fire type hoping that it would land its mark. "charmed to know his name yet still wishes to face against grrrreatness you are light in the head although Penoa does not mind giving a show to those who are less mentally capable without charging them" the pink haired youth cruelly taunted letting out a boastful laugh afterwards.

[Rane]

"Pft, you really are some babbling idiot,"the red-haired Trainer snickered, this time not even trying to hold back a mirthless laugh. "Lucky for you, your whole "act" is going to be burned down by the time I'm done with you. At least make it somewhat entertaining for me clown,"he snided, his face turning into an ugly sneer.

"Sending out that pink blob isn't going to give you an encore you know. My Pokemon will be crushing it shortly. Use Leer!"the teen commanded to the Cyndaquil. The Fire Pokemon gave a timid nod, still trying to get the hang of battles as well as its harsh-mouthed Trainer. But determined to prove itself, the Cyndaquil locked eyes with the dazed-looking Slowpoke and flashed a malicious gaze. The Slowpoke merely stared back, unblinking, its jaws gaped wide and his attention clearly seemed unfocused. For almost a minute, there was a hushed silence as the two Pokemon stared each other down. The Cyndaquil twitched, seemingly hesitant and unsure if the Slowpoke was affected by its attack. Then, what looked like a very delayed reaction, Feineant let out a low groan and shudder, blinking slightly.

"Tch, did that pink blob seriously just notice that?!" the redhead growled in irritation, clearly not looking forward to what will appear to be a long battle. Feineant finally registered Penoa's command and opened his maw wide, launching a tiny spray of water straight at the Cyndaquil. The Fire Pokemon flinched visibly as the splatter of water hit it straight in the face, crying out in fear of the water it was known to be weak against. However, the attack wasn't as bad as it expected, and it merely shook away the droplets that clung on to its fur. Slightly startled, the Cyndaquil was nevertheless alright.

"Hah, I knew you and your Pokemon were weak. Just pitiful,"the teen goaded, letting out a chuckle that didn't meet the cold glint in his eyes.


Trainer Battle
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? Cyndaquil Lvl 8
HP: 24/26 92%
Successful Leer


Ew...water

Feineant Lvl 2
HP: 16/16 100%
Successful Water Gun
Status: -1 Defense

....Wha?

[tgapp]

Moments slowly ticked away as the two trainers bickered well mostly one. The red head was beginning to sound like a annoyed puppy yapping itself to death. The Great and Powerful Penoa adored the frustration that was beginning to show from Silver. Although to keep up the act the pink haired actor let out a bored and unamused yawn. "a yapping mutt can bark all it want yet still a worthless creature" he replied to the other trainer regarding the clown remark his smug smirk remained upon his face. "as any show need a mascot how about Penoa gives ya a little dog biscuit before buying a dog suite" The young magician taunted letting out an haughty laugh. Looking at the sent out pokemon he gently placed his hand upon his face laughing at the little creature. This boy was foolish sending out a fire type against an water type it was trainer basics. The attack was sent out and such of course Feineant reacting after the opposing pokemon.

The move used was lare which with a few delayed moments seemed to have worked lowering his slowpoke's defense. Then the water gun was sent out landing and an hite yet due to the difference in level the power was severely lacking. Not allowing this fault to show the young magician put his hands upon his hips while puffing out his chest slightly. "the Grrrreat and Powerful Penoa only use minimal attacks on weak opponent why pull out the grandest techniques pathetic imbeciles" he continued to taunt his demenur and tone filled with pride and mockery. "use water gun once again Feineant" he called forth the attack. Hearing the order it slowly opened its maw before tapping into its water reserves. Conjuring up the element it let out a strong exhale, water launched from the creature's maw heading towards the opposing fire type. "are you gonna yap anymore boy come on you get an nice little treat just roll over and beg" Penoa taunted his voice nice and soft yet oozing with mockery. "worthless mutt" he mentioned shortly afterward his signature proud and cruel smile widening upon his lips.

[latani]

Vs. ???
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The youth's face, already screwed up in a grimace, flushed a dull red with fresh anger at Penoa's taunts. "Mock all you want, I haven't seen what makes you 'great and powerful' yet. All boasting and no real show, what a crock," he replied in acerbic tones. His intense eyes landed on the dopey Slowpoke with evident disdain, knowing it was likely going to take a real thrashing to finish it off before it could douse his Cyndaquil's flames. Much as he longed to wipe the arrogant smirk off of his flashy foe's face, he had to play it safe for the time being. Giving his partner a harsh nudge with one foot, the redhead pointed at Feineant when the shrew let out a sharp cry and glanced nervously at him.

"Use Leer again. With how weak you are, you need all the help you can get," he growled. Given the type disadvantage, Leer was a safe bet, and his already timid Cyndaquil appreciated that. Shuffling forwards out of range of its trainer's feet, the Fire-type lifted its head and fixed another malevolent glare Feineant's way. Like before, however, it took a full minute before the Slowpoke responded to this with a shudder, giving his head a slow shake as if to dispel the unease he felt. Watching this, the redhead sighed and put his face into both hands, not even bothering to watch Feineant attack.

Seeing Feineant's mouth part, Cyndaquil squeaked and hunched back down, attempting to make itself as small as was physically possible. But even a Slowpoke could move fast when it wanted to, and Penoa's partner was quick to give the Cyndaquil another dousing. Water splattered all over the rodent's face, drawing out a shrill cry of discomfort and causing Cyndaquil to shake itself wildly to rid itself of the clinging droplets. "The only imbecile around here is you. It really shows, you know. Like your clothes. Did they not have a nice suit for you in the kid's department?" retorted the stranger, trying, and failing, to stifle his rising anger.

Trainer Battle

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???'s Cyndaquil | Level 8 |
Health: 84% (22/26 HP)
Status: S-scared yet, punk?; Normal
Cyndaquil used a successful Leer!

VS

Penoa's Feineant | Level 2 |
Health: 100% (16/16 HP)
Status: If I act scared, will that help?; Def -2
Feineant used a successful Water Gun!

[tgapp]

The hostility emitting from the red haired opponent was truly a grand sight to play with. Penoa loved these moments more than anything not caring about the opponent's feeling only his own. Light blue eyes glanced over at the small pokemon wondering if it could see how easily sture up its owner became with simple taunts and such. Listening to the opponent's yapping the young magician rolled his eyes as as his pompous smirk widened. "you speak that if an grand show is not occurring" he replied simply shrugging his shoulders before defiant pointing at his opponent. "pugnacious simpleton you are Penoa's show your words fueled with emotions for he to toy with" the pink haired youth cruelly said to Silver his smirk never weakening. "continue to yap and sneer wonderful star" he taunted his words gentle yet oozing with scrutiny. Feineant during this exchange of words blankly stared upon the opposing pokemon his bleak eyes absent from relevant thought. Despite this dopey face it pondered how the fire pokemon was not in pain despite its back being on fire. It wondered if there was an resistant mucus or slime that protected the fire pokemon's back. Also it wondered if the flame was an flame at all maybe it was simple hot air that flowed out. Then again if it was hot then would the pokemon be in pain so many questions. "poke slooooow" it dully mentioned as it gazed upon the opponent the thoughts numbing its senses and such.

"Encore encore Feineant set the mood for the show to continue now use snore" the egotistic trainer ordered. Responding to this it slowly opened its mighty dopey maw gathering all of its tired sensations and such. "sloooooooooooooooo..hmmm..poke" the pink creature exhaled an infections yawn towards the enemy. If this was successful the infectious ton would be enough to install an urge of tiredness that with due time could make it fall asleep. This was the window which the pink haired youth was looking to expose. No matter who was the opponent, he was confidant that they would fall and be defeated. "soon you will learn that amoungst the Grrrreat and Powerful Penoa you are nothing diminished of worth" he taunted playfully spinning his top hat upon his index finger.

"impossible for an mut to understand style and glimmer" the young magician replied sending forth an cruel and hearty laugh. He carefully picked out his attire to emit style and powerful more than an simple ruffian to understand. So many hours practicing insult and taunts so he could be where he was at this grand moment. This opponent was an simple hurdle to break down and burn, nothing was going to take this glory away from him. Awaiting for the attacks to commence and such his light blue eyes gazed upon Silver burning with pride in his own ability and prowess.