The time on our hands (BCC)

[Thirdie]

Dros, lvl 22: Tackle, Poison Powder, Leech Seed, Razor Leaf

Martin squashed down a huff, when the Scyther unceremoniously swatted the ball to the side. It was beginning to be a question between if it was the poison or the time that would end this battle first, and Martin felt the stress of it linger as twitches in his fingers as he tried to decide his next step. Dros had gotten a reprieve this time, but... Martin's eyes lingered on the Ivysaur a second longer as he calculated the chances, then he sighed. "Here, Dros" He applied the potion he had gotten out beforehand, and then prepared to throw another ball in an attempt to surprise the Scyther.

(Ooc: Using a Potion, then a Sports ball if allowed)

[Tarlar]

Dros certainly was glad to get a bit of his strength back but the scyther looked devastated. It began to be difficult to win this and keep its freedom in the park, even though it had been able to smell victory.
It rushed forward and slashed Dros once more with its scythes and then it got hit in the side with another park ball and got sucked out. It was determined to fight it!
The ball shook once, it shook twice.. and confirmed the capture!

Beside Martin the shelmet materialized and looked around confused before it sneaked away and disappeared.

Dros grows to level 23!
He also gains +1 Happiness.
He can learn Sweet Scent if he forgets another move.

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Contest Concluded!
Pokémon Submitted


Scyther
Name: [Choose]
Gender: [Choose]
Level: 14
OT: Martin Roth
Attacks: Quick Attack, Focus Energy, Pursuit, False Swipe
Ability: Swarm or Technician
Nature/Personality: [Choose]

HP: 21%
Balls Broke: 5

[img src="https://play.pokemonshowdown.com/sprites/ani/scyther.gif"]
[b]Scyther[/b]
Name: [Choose]
Gender: [Choose]
Level: 14
OT: Martin Roth
Attacks: Quick Attack, Focus Energy, Pursuit, False Swipe
Ability: Swarm or Technician
Nature/Personality: [Choose]

Catch attempt: U7nSFovL1-1001-100

[Thirdie]

Dros, lvl 23: Tackle, Poison Powder, Leech Seed, Razor Leaf

Finally the Scyther lost its fight and succumbed to the mechanic of the Pokeball. Martin collected his price, only allowing a smirk to flash shortly across his face with the feeling of victory. He looked to Dros who was still standing ready to take the beatings coming his way, and frowned momentarily. The Ivysaur had actually done well, and as he ran a mental check list of his remaining potions, he couldn't quite regret having used from his meagre stock. "Good enough" Martin allowed casually without mentioning any names again. "Time's up though, so better get back."

Dros shook himself carefully, and fell in trot behind Martin. He still hurt a bit all over, but Martin hadn't let him exhaust himself to fainting, and he looked at the trainer's back wondering. He was fast to shake his head, reprimanding himself for even entertaining the painful stab of hope that the man actually cared.

(Ooc: Dros doesn't learn Sweet scent)