It wasn't like Mikey hadn't lost battles before but it was really frustrating when you were pretty sure you'd have won had you just remembered to bring a couple of potions. It could get the better of anyone and kids like Mikey still needed to learn to cope with it, some never did. He sounded rather desperate when he gave his next order. "Come on Apple! You can do it, give it all you got!" He shouted and and watched worried as his pidgey flapped towards Charmander, who opened his maw and gathered flames ready to shoot. Mikey's eyes snapped at Suriat when he spoke and he glared furiously. "I'm no crybaby!" He shouted angrily and stomped his foot, "you are just mean and try to make me feel bad by saying that! I made a mistake but you don't have to rub it in!"
A huge ball of fire was fired from the fire lizard, or so it looked to the tiny bird and the lizard himself, while it to bigger pokemon or more experienced trainers probably just would look like some smaller embers. Whatever it were it worked and the pidgey dropped from the sky.
Mikey clenched his fists, forcefully pulled out Apple's pokeball and recalled the bird. He then stomped over to Suriat and stood and glared at him for a moment, before he threw his money at his face and shouted: I hope you loose a lot of battles and will cry about it! He then spun around and ran home, he hoped to never meet such mean trainer as this one.
As he’d expected, this second battle ended quicker than the one before; Charmander’s Ember enveloped the Pidgey and it fainted, hitting the ground out cold. Suriat, pleased, recalled the fire-type just as the kid recalled his Pidgey, and he stood with the capsule held in his hand as the midget stomped over to him before hurling a few notes into his face.
He spun on his heel and ran then, missing the roll of Suriat’s eyes at the childish tantrum; he stooped to collect his earnings from the dirt and tucked them into his pocket. He’d use the money to replenish his stock of potions, which he’d used up over the course of the battle, though he was sure that the two wins had leveled Charmander up to a point where battles shouldn’t be too hard from now on.
And he continued on his way, steady on the path toward Cherrygrove City and the next battle that lay in store for him and his Charmander.
The nice summer weather soon became chill as a cold mist from the nearby sea came drifting in, it also brought brought a very faint smell of the ocean with it. The wild pokemon was used to it so it did little to change their behaviors, most of the pokemon Suriat saw were either paying no attention, like the flock of pidgeys that flew past, or just made sure to keep a good distance to not bother him, and avoid him trying to initiate a battle. He saw several rattatas who fled in various states of speed, depending on how close he was, so it took quite some time for the aspirering ranger to find his next opponent.
Suriat spotted a group of sentrets in the distance and the flock spotted him almost at the same time, and rose to their tails to get a good look at him, scouting for the best escape route, and then with calls of warnings rushed off. It also set off a lone spearow in a tree who decided it wasn't going to risk it here. Then another sentret rose to its tail to watched the other go, it rolled its eyes although Suriat was too far away to see it, and it dropped to all four to go straight at the human, its tail was held high above it clearly showing where it was as it trotted through the grass.
It rose confidently on its tail as it reached Suriat and looked him over, then it nodded pleased to itself, he would do. It waited, looking expectantly at him to start the battle so it could get some proper training. It was no scaredy-cat like the rest of its kind and it was going to be stronger so it could leave this dull place, it was meant for something bigger.
Sentret [lvl 6] challenges you confidently. Mist will be in effect.
Despite the slight chill, there were plenty of pokemon out and about; Suriat watched each of them as they went about their lives- most spotting him and fleeing. Except for the one Sentret, who seemed to have a different idea about how to handle the situation. Unlike the rest of its group, who had run away, this one came at him, a determined gleam in its eye. It faced Suriat without an ounce of fear, and the new trainer was more than willing to take it up on the challenge.
He sent out the Charmander in the next moment, watching as the fire-type starter emerged. Refreshed and ready, it stared down the Sentret with narrowed eyes, and when Suriat gave his first direction, Charmander obeyed without hesitation. “Ember,” was the short order, the single-worded command. Mouth opening, the Charmander drew breath and then let loose his attack.
The sentret looked even more pleased when it saw what its opponent would be, this was not a newly hatched pokemon that had just left the town with an unskilled trainer, they might not be champion materials yet but they certainly was much better than else the normal type had met on the route. "Sen sentret sen!""Let it be a good battle and let us hold no grudges whether the outcome!" It declared solemnly as Suriat gave his order and Charmander obeyed. Sentret winced as the embers hit it and it made a quick roll in the grass to make sure to put them all out, and patted a smoking spot on its belly with a paw afterwards. It chuckled, "Tret, sentret,""It is polite to introduce yourself first," it pointed out but didn't look like it was angry about it. Trainers often caught pokemon they won over and the normal type knew that could happen here as well, it wanted to be on good terms with the lizard if that would end up being the case.
It rolled its shoulders and looked confidently at its opponent, they might not bring it along but it would still learn and grow stronger from this battle. Either a trainer would take it away, or it would grow strong enough to be able to leave on is own and keeping trainers away, both worked for it. It leaped without warning and landed squarely on top of Charmander, ran its claws down his neck and back before leaping off again and beginning to circle the two.
Wild Encounter Weather: Mist
LV 6 HP 36% [8/22]
LV 10 HP 83% [25/30]
Sentret [Ability]: Normal Charmander [Blaze]: Normal
It was too bad he had to battle- Charmander liked the Sentret, he decided. He was an opponent, but he wasn’t acting rude or anything- and he had a point. It was polite to introduce himself. “I’m Charmander,” he ventured agreeably. “I’ve never seen- one of you before. But I’m still young! We haven’t been together long.”
It was kind of odd- sharing polite words one moment and exchanging blows the next. But such was the nature of a battle, and though the scratches stung, Charmander didn’t take it personally- they were both working toward the same goal and this was the way of it.
“Scratch,” Suriat ordered, and Charmander obeyed, darting toward the Sentret as it circled and lashing out with a paw toward the round, brown-and-white body.
The sentret had no trouble having to battle the charmander, even though it liked it. You could have a friendly bout right? It liked to battle and knew it was good at it, at least compared to most other pokemon on this route, most refused when it tried to challenge some for a battle, but it was also what had given it its confidence. "It's alright, most pokemon aren't polite at all before or during a battle, which you will soon discover," Sentret said dryly, there was a lot of reasons to why it was so and Sentret would prefer to get most of them changed.
Sentret sped up as Suriat gave his order and the normal type expected the charmander to attack straight on, had he done so it would have dodged and gotten its own attack in, but Charmander's circling around it took it by surprise and it was thrown to the ground. It laid still for a moment and tried to push itself to its feet, and then realized it was of no use. It raised its front paws in a sign of submission. "You win, that's all I got in me," it panted and smiled sadly at Charmander, it wished it could have been a bigger challenge, "you are strong, I wouldn't have thought you were young and just started out." Sentret glanced at Suriat and wondering what he would do now.
Charmander won and grew +2 levels to [lvl 12]! He can learn Dragon Breath if he forgets another move.
The defeated Sentret can be caught due to the New Player Protection, if you wish to do so please fill the code below. [img src="https://play.pokemonshowdown.com/sprites/ani/sentret.gif"] [b]Sentret[/b] Name: [choose] Gender: [choose] Level: 6 OT: Suriat Kadendale Attacks: Scratch, Foresight, Defense Curl Ability: Run Away or Keen Eye Nature/Personality: [choose]
It hadn’t been a long battle, but maybe that was a good thing- it meant Charmander was getting stronger. It might be a good idea, soon, to move on to the next town and take on stronger pokemon to ensure he continued to level quickly. Suriat watched, impassive, as the second attack landed and the Sentret stayed down, too winded to rise and carry on.
Charmander took a couple steps forward, his eyes bright. “I’ll be polite for them,” he promised. “After all, you’re right. There’s no reason to be rude, even if we’re rivals. You are a good fighter, and I hope you get stronger!” He glanced around as Suriat started off, spurning the chance to claim the Sentret as his own- rather to Charmander’s disappointment; he would have very much enjoyed the company. “Maybe if we’d fought you first. We met another trainer before you- and they were tough. You would have been too. But it was still a good fight!”
He wasn’t entirely sure if he was making things worse or better, and he scuffled in the dirt on the path for a bit before looking at his trainer as Suriat called his name. “I- I should follow. Thank you. Maybe we’ll meet again some day?” A last wave and he scampered to catch up to his trainer, sticking close as they continued on their way to Goldenrod City.
--- Charmander will learn Dragon Breath and forget Growl.
The sentret quickly realized that this trainer wasn't going to capture it and it accepted it without any grudges. It lay still and smiled to Charmander as he promised he'd be polite no matter what and blinked kindly as Charmander sounded like he apologized for his trainer not capturing it. "It's alright, not all trainers want normal types like me, perhaps he was some specific preferences or is best with some pokemon or types," it said and glanced at Suriat's back as he was leaving, "I don't hope for you, that he plans on going through his whole journey just with you, that will be really tough since you never get a break." "Take care!" The sentret called after Charmander as the lizar hurried after his trainer, and the normal type pushed itself up on its feet. It looked around, no danger in sight, it could relax for a moment and gather the strength to get going, it had lost the battle but had learned a thing or two about pokemon like Charmander. It already had a few ideas for next time it met something similar, soon it would be strong enough to find a better place to live than here.
Suriat and Charmanders continued trek continued peacefully and the road climbed a small hill which was free from trees. As they reached the top they could see Cherrygrove in the distance, they could make a beeline for it and reach it shortly if they wanted, but even if they spent time doing other stuff they should be able to reach it today.
From a tree a challenging screech was heard which came from a spearow who was perching at the top. It glared at them and cawed at them again puffing out its chest. "This is my territory, be gone!" It called out and spread out its wings in what would have been an impressive display if Charmander hadn't already been so strong. Although, if he didn't realize that he might still find it a bit intimidating. "Leave now or I'll be angry, and you won't like me angry!" It threatened, it would dive and attack if they didn't walk away briskly right away.
Spearow, [level 6] don't want you in its territory!
It was nice of the Sentret to not begrudge his trainer’s avoidance after the battle’s end, and with that last wave the two parted ways. Out of sight wasn’t out of mind, however, and Charmander had every intention of keeping his word even if the Sentret wasn’t around to see.
So it was his first attempt, when he and Suriat came across the Spearow. Brown eyes gazed up at the bird-type and he lifted both arms to wave. “Hello! I’m Charmander and this is my trainer! We don’t mean you… I mean, we’re good. We’re friendly!” Which was more than could be said for the Spearow, but Charmander sucked in a breath and stood fast despite the warning.
It was his newer pokemon that Suriat sent out to battle, however: the pale horse with her mane and tail of fire. Ponyta snorted, pawed the earth, and tossed her head to blink at the bird-type. “Ember,” Suriat ordered, his gaze fixed squarely on the Spearow, and the Ponyta shot forth a flicker of flame toward her opponent.
The bird glared at Charmander as he dared to speak back to it and didn't just cover shivering and run away with his tail between his legs as he was supposed to do. "I don't care about your name and your attitude, this is my place and you need to leave, now!" It snapped and spread its wings to look more intimidating. "This is your last warning," it growled and took a few steps on the branch to be ready to dive at them, making it clear it was serious.
Their answer came in the appearance of another fire type, a four legged one who looked impatiently while melting the frost beneath her hooves. "Two against one?" The spearow asked coldly, "that won't help you one bit and I'm not giving up my territory!" It jumped off its tree and swooped down and straight into the embers that was shot at it from Ponyta, and it looked worse to the wear as it emerged. It also looked more determined and angry as it continued, it landed right at Ponyta's back and slammed its beak into her back with all its force. It was good it wasn't much and that its beak was short.
Wild Encounter Weather: Frost(Clear)
LV 6 HP 31% [7/22]
LV 10 HP 81% [27/33]
Wild Spearow [Keen Eye]: Normal Suriat's Ponyta [Flash Fire]: Normal
<Ponyta used Ember, Spearow used Peck>
Last Edit: Sept 17, 2020 19:27:22 GMT 11 by Tarlar
It was disheartening to have his attempt at friendliness shot down so harshly, and Charmander fell silent as the bird hissed at him- and then edged just a step to the side as it gave its final warning, standing closer to Suriat. He was quite relieved when his trainer sent out the Ponyta instead of picking him to fight the Spearow, and he watched as the pale horse flashed a cool glance at the blustering bird-type before sending a rush of flames at it.
The Spearow had chosen just that moment to dive, right into the midst of the flames, and when it pulled up its feathers were scorched and smoking, but it didn't seem to have taken any burns which was rather lucky for it. The display of strength didn't seem to change its mind on fighting, however, and it dropped onto the Ponyta's back, darting its head into the sensitive skin there in a hard peck. Ponyta screamed- more out of outrage than real pain- and spun in a tight circle to dislodge the bird from her back.
"Ember," Suriat ordered, and the fire-horse was only too happy to obey, turning her head toward the bird and letting go another burst of flame.
There weren't really any doubt about the outcome of this battle, even though the spearow wasn't going to give up. The bird somehow managed to stay on, flapping its wings to keep its balance as Ponyta bucked around in an attempt to throw it off. It squawked angrily and ducked as the horse bellowed more embers at it but it wasn't going to let go, if it did it was certainly toast and it would lose the territory it had fought so hard to earn. While the spearow was hard to hit with an attack from her mouth, there was no way it could dodge the flames that covered Ponyta's neck and tail, and in the horse's fury they grew and whipped around as she jumped around.
With a groaning cough the spearow would have to let go in the end and plopped down to the ground. It looked bitterly at the fire types and the human and then bowed its head in acceptance of its defeat. "You won, this area is yours," it mumbled and didn't look forward having to go back to hide in other spearow's territories while it regained its strength until it could challenge another to take over one as it had done with this only days prior. At least all the fire had melted the frost on the grass so the bird didn't have to sit and freeze while it waited its fate. It wasn't sure what would happen now, it had never experienced being beaten so badly it couldn't really move afterwards, usually the other spearows just chased it out, but it wouldn't be able to manage much more than a slow hopping now.
That was that; Ponyta's mane and tail flared, the fire licking at the Spearow and further scorching the aggressive bird-type to the point it could not continue to fight. It didn't really seem to be able to fly, either, fluttering to the ground and hunching there. Ponyta pawed at the ground, still ready to go if the Spearow was faking, but at the admission of defeat she relaxed, and a moment later she was drawn back into her ball, along with Charmander, and Suriat hardly gave the beaten Spearow another glance. It was beaten, and he didn't want it; it was no longer any interest to him.
He walked past it, tucking both Pokeballs away to keep them safe until the next encounter.
The spearow blinked surprised when its opponents disappeared in a flash of light, and looked pussled as Suriat walked past it without sparing it as much as a glance and it wondered what he was going to do with the territory his pokemoner had just him. To the spearow it was very weird that it wasn't going to be chased out but instead of left at the ground.
Suriat didn't get far before the fog drifted back in again, and soon a deja vu would happen to him, as yet another spearow made its screeching claim on the territory. It was a good one for a bird after all and it was worth fighting for. This bird had seen the battle and was so smart it waited to challenge the winner of the battle, then they surely would be tired and it would be an easy win for it. It eyed Suriat and screeched at him again, before leaping from its branch and diving at him. It didn't care if he called out a pokemon to help him or not, he was the owner of the area at the time being and the spearow needed to beat him one way or another to claim it as its own.
Another Spearow, [level 7] wants to claim the territory. Weather Fog will be in affect