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[Blazey]

Sarara Hayes

Using Potion! Marchel using Tackle!

Marchel winced as he stepped back slowly from the tackle attack collision. Sarara noticed how he was doing it and already began finding something in her bag. "Take it easy Marchel, step back carefully to my voice," Sarara said calmly, knowing that will help him pinpoint her a bit more. Marchel nodded listening to her voice as he walked before he walked into her.

"That's it, come here you" Sarara stated before kneeling down and spraying a potion from her bag on him. Marchel would then smile as he felt himself get stronger again and showed his teeth in the direction he thought pidgey was at. "Alright then, Marchel go for a tackle!" Sarara ordered out with a smile. Marchel would then bolt into action with a: "You got it!" Sarara watched as he ran forward, he could do this. She knew this deep down and just hoped it was would the case.

OOC: Let's go Marchel! Let's go!
Words: 153 words

Blazey

[Fallen]

The fog continued to cover over the battle between Sarara’s Marchel and Peter’s Pidgey. It wasn’t going to hinder the battle from raging on it seemed. The rattata seemed to be close to fainting until its trainer applied a spray-type medicine to him. “Pidgey, take advantage of this moment!” Peter called out to his flying Pokemon, currently flying above. “Go for a tackle!”

The pidgey dove down as Sarara applied the potion, hitting directly on top of the rattata, quickly retreating back. The pidgey herself wouldn’t have minded a potion at its current health, but it was going to have to go on fighting without one. “Good hit!” Peter called. The effects of the potion were still easily apparent, but at least they were capable to reduce some of the health gained. “Your rattata is truly a fighter!”

With the potion used, Marchel would charge towards the Pidgey (who had landed next to Peter) for a tackle attack. Before the speedy rat Pokemon could land its attack, the Pidgey quickly tossed more sand towards the rattata to prevent it from hitting its mark. It failed. The rattata charged right through, ramming right into Peter’s pidgey and knocking it over onto the ground. She was becoming quite weak. “Pidgey, hang in there just a bit more!” His Pidgey struggled to get herself back up, but she did. She was going to fight until the end. It would help her teammates out greatly if she could defeat the rattata.

Route 32 Trainer Battle VS Bird Keeper Peter

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Weather Status: Fog 

Peter's Pidgey | Level 11 | Tangled Feet
Health : 9% (3/33 HP)
Status : Normal
Used Tackle! Used Sand Attack!

Sarara's Marchel | Level 8 | Guts
Health : 60% (15/25 HP)
Status : -2 Accuracy
Used Potion! Used Tackle!

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[Blazey]

Sarara Hayes

Marchel using Quick Attack!

"He is a fighter yes. But it makes sense with how I found him. He tried to attack professor Elm you see while I was getting my Pokemon" Sarara explained as she chuckled, thinking back to it. "We have had little kinks but I wouldn't change Marchel for the world. Now he is understanding teamwork he is going even better. Maybe he will be soloing gyms one day" She had said the last bit for a small joke but everything was possible. That just made Marchel even more determined to finish this off and get even stronger for Sarara.

He found it harder to see now after even more sand and would be glad when the battle was over. That didn't however, stop this final decision from him. "Sarara lets go with a Quick Attack. I wanna finish it with style, sand or no sand!" Marchel called out to Sarara which her chuckle. "Dangerous but alright, your wish is my command. Marchel, Quick Attack!" Sarara ordered Marchel who did not hesitate to run forward quickly for his attack. He hoped that despite the sand this would hit, otherwise he is going to look very, very silly.

OOC: Well, this was a bit of a shorter post compared to Banes XD
Words: 196 words

Blazey

[Caramell 🍬]

The fog snaked around the battlefield like a sleeping serpent. Its tendrils were dense but ethereal, and so they slipped between the lush green leaves of the canopies and slipped slowly down their wide, expansive trunks to the ground below. The Bird Keeper had a hard time managing through the dense fog. His eyes searched and scanned – making out his companion through the movement of wings as the Pidgey bought and battled on. “How ya hangin’ on? Ready with a Gust when the time is right, Pidgey!” He called.

He tried to flash a smile to Sarara, but her feminine form was lost as just shadows through the foggy air. Perhaps the words carried the actions during such a battle? “That Rattata of yours can handle his own pretty well.” Begrudgingly. Honesty would only help them capitalize on their weaknesses, so that they could come back stronger. And hit harder! clawed feet scrabbled across the earthen ground below. Fast. So fast!

The purple and cream-colored mouse moved more like a ghostly phantom through the dense fog. The dusty brown feathered bird’s sharp eyes followed the apparition through the wispy phantom tendrils as the Pidgey tried to keep up. “Pidge. Pidgey. Pidge pidge?” Neck craned this way and that, as wings danced low on the air currents just trying to keep up with its opponent. Left. Right. Underneath? Where?

Marchel launched his attack but flew past the Pidgey in a leap of faith, missing the bird by just inches as the feathered avian fluttered and flitted about trying to keep up. Seizing the moment, the Pidgey flapped its wings long and hard together, summoning a strong wind to barrel at its opponent. It flapped tirelessly, and the air current billowed around between its wings. Though the weakened state and the fog caused the Pidgey’s momentum to lose it guide and course. The gusty winds instead buckled, not only missing the Rattata entirely, but only just being able to lighten the fog at best. A weak attempt that the bird would have to try and fix next time.

“Don’t give up!” Peter cheered Pidgey on from the sidelines. A fluke nonetheless was a fluke. But they were stronger and better than this. They would come back swinging in the next installment. He believed in his birds, and that faith always saw them through to any finish line that awaited them. This definitely wasn’t over with yet..

Wild Encounter

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Weather: Fog || -10% ACC

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[attr="class","qkt-clip"]Peter's Pidgey

LV 11
HP 9% [3/33]

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[attr="class","qkt-clip"]Sarara's Marchel

LV 8
HP 60% [15/25]

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Peter's Pidgey [Tangled Feet]: Normal
Sarara's Marchel [Guts]: -2 ACC


<Marchel used Quick Attack. Missed. Pidgey used Gust! Missed.>
^{<Marchel 3/5(.6)-10(.50) 50% Shot, roll 62. Attack Failed. Pidgey 90%, roll 91. Attack Failed.>}