It was her third time entering into the stadium since the festival began, but it would be the first time she came in with a mission other than self-indulgence. The parting words of the Galarian gym leader from her previous challenge buzzing in the back of her brain as she cleared the initial track. Now buffered by the acre of grass the clang of her metal heels gave away to the surrounding noise, drawing her concentration further outward.
Lenore took a deep breath to refresh herself. The cool air of the morning filling her lungs and leaving her with a clean pang not unlike a crisp drag of water. Her pace slowed as she reached her designated spot on the field, stopping with just a little spin before stepping into place. "Alright! Who's going to dance first?" she called out with a growing energy. She was pumped. A small trickle of adrenaline filling her veins as she awaited her opponent; her first stepping stone to getting at that pompous blond again.
"I have more than just the guts..." she muttered to herself, hands rising to her hips as her sharp gaze followed the approach of the other contestant. A smirk curled along her lips as she envisioned the final battle.
Izzy ♂ (Snow Cloak) Swords Dance, Iron Head, Icicle Crash, Swift
It was like they had planned it all, Lenore and her opponent, he turned out to be Chuck, a musician and he grinned to her. "I'm not sure how much of a dancer I am, but I can certainly give you a sick beat to it!" He called to her and clapped a quick beat with his hands with and expected look on his face. "An upbeat one would be best for an exciting battle, don't you think? Or do you prefer a more epic score to get in the right mood?" He grinned as he picked a pokeball and let out a toxel. "My friend here is ready to take you up on your dance no matter what theme you chooses," he declared while his pokemon was sitting and looked gloomy ahead.
Musician Chuck is your first opponent. Toxel is his first choice.
"Aw, if it isn't Chuck!" she chirped, loosing her hands for just a little hip shake as he indulged her with a set of rhythmic claps. The woman still wore the same smirk, though it had lightened a bit at the sight of the musician. With one hand returning to her hip she hummed for a moment in consideration of his inquiry. "We don't want to start this off too hot, something upbeat would be plenty for a warm-up," he answered with a hint of mischief. Her demeanor broke into playful laughter when he choose his first pokémon. "He doesn't look to enthused though. Not a morning babe?" she jested whilst she made to send out her pokémon in kind.
Appearing onto the field with an fine sheen came the tropical variant of a well known shrew. The built up spikes of solid ice caught the morning sun brightly, causing a light refraction of light to glimmer around him. His expression was blank, the shrew retaining an impenetrable facade. Though, he certainly didn't seem like one much for dancing either. About the only personality that could be gleamed from his frozen features was the matching blue scarf tied neatly about his neck. To an experienced battle it would be recognizable as something beyond a fashion piece however.
Lenore snapped her fingers and began tapping her foot to a beat, "Meet Izzy," she began, shaking her head to free her face from some stray locks of hair folding on her shoulder. "He's going to start us off with a big drop, right hunny?"
Izzy flexed his claws, "slash," he voiced rather neutrally. He wasn't one to boast. It appeared most of his focus was on sizing up the odd purple pokémon sitting opposite with the most languid expression. "Let's get them on their toes with an Icicle Crash."
"Oh ho ho, are you afraid of your ice type melting if we hit off to fast? Want something nice and slow instead? He teased with a grin while the toxel narrowed his eyes at Lenore and yawned. "Nah, Toxel just likes to play cool, although he will not be able to compete with your shining one when it comes to that!" Chuck chuckled and his poison type looked aloof and like he did not care what was going on here.
The icicles took them both by surprise and the toxel wailed as he covered from the barrage. "Are you alright Toxel?" Chuck asked nervously and his pokemon pulled himself to his feet and huffed like it had been nothing. "Better slow them down a bit, we wanted to start out not too fast, right? Give it a good Nuzzle," Chuck said with a smirk and Toxel eagerly complied and left Izzy with spasms in his muscles slowing him down a bit.
Battle Weather: Clear
LV 15 HP 12% [5/41]
LV 15 HP 100% [48/52]
Chuck's Toxel [rattled]: Normal Lenore's Izzy [Snow Cloak]: Paralyzed
She was glad this was her first opponent, even if it wasn't the greatest match up for the team she had decided to bring along with her this go-round. The man was positively bursting with positive energy. Just the relaxing pick up she needed. Though, she wasn't about to lose focus on stomping that high and mighty gym leader into the ground after all this. Chuck's wordplay was simply delightful.
"A nuzzle? That's too slow hunny," she dramatically pouted, crossing her arms at the same time. And quite bothersome. But she kept that thought to herself. She adjusted her posture to lay a finger on her chin, elbow secured with her other arm crossing her bare belly. "But it can't be helped, we're committed now." She paused for a second to take a deep breath and sigh playfully. "Go on Izzy, another smash should do it if you can manage." The stalwart ice type wriggled its snout and tried to get a feel for the new sensation hindering his muscles.
"Not cool, not cool," Chuck said with a theatrically shake of his head as Toxel failed its dodging of the flying ice as Izzy this time seemed to not really being bothered by the paralysis at all. "You are wrong Missy, your ice is not cool and slow enough!" Chuck chuckled as he recalled Toxel, a shadow were lingering in his eyes as he wasn't as chippy as he pretended. "You're up Pincurchin! Let's leave a prickling sensation and show what slowness and cool is really about!" He continued overly enthusiastic which was probably just as well as this new pokemon was even slower and less responding than the one before.
Battle Weather: Clear
LV 15 HP 0% [0/41]
LV 15 HP 86% [48/52]
Chuck's Toxel [rattled]: Normal Lenore's Izzy [Snow Cloak]: Paralyzed
<Izzy used Icicle Crash, Toxel fainted>
(ooc: I guess the Choice Scarf and the paralysis kind of nulifies each other and Izzy is having his original speed here?)
Musician Chuck sends in Pincurchin in as his next choice
Lenore gave a brief clap for her sandslash's victory, though it was more for a show than it was to encourage Izzy. The icy shrew wasn't very motivated by empty praise. With the mostly blank, or at most slightly disgruntled, look about him it was clear he didn't believe he was doing anything worth mention. If anything the lingering effect of Toxel's only attack felt like a failure on his part. An inadequacy.
As the variant sandslash continued his internal struggle with paralysis Chuck sent forth his next pokémon. Lenore grinned, remembering the pincurchin from her first fight against the musician. "Well I can see why you'd think that if this little gal's your next choice," she chuckled playfully. "She put up quite a fight against my last ice type, but Izzy's a little different. Though..." she paused to consider her options before continuing with a wave of her hand, "We'll see how it goes. Izzy, you know what to do!"
PTs: 0 (0 Updated) (( Moar crashin'. Izzy's speed should be like 21-22? Couldn't remember if it was round up or down. PRLZ & Scarf don't cancel each other out ))
The Musician smirked and raised his microphone up to his lips. He would arch his back and crane the upper half of his body towards the skies dramatically. Chuck hummed lyrical and melodious syllables and sounds, though none fully coherent. He seemed to be testing musical sounds – perhaps for an upcoming song? “Prepare for this mouse, ‘chin. Build up some static, before we get erratic!”
Izzy would try to rush forward as she prepared for another Icicle Crash. However, the paralysis would sting and pulse underneath her tough, icy shell. It caused Izzy to hobble and leap forward, before she would freeze in place on the spot. Small bouts of electricity seemed to trickle around Izzy’s icy bodice, as the paralysis froze her to the spot. Pincurchin, unbothered by this, would focus as the points of its quills began to glow and spark. Electricity surged and sparked all along the Pincurchin’s body, and the Pokemon slowly built up it’s electrical energy.
"Oh no, come on Izzy!" the blond urged hopefully. Her hands were closed together by her chin as she leaned forward slightly. Her sandlash had been staggered by the awful effect of Chuck's electric types. A bother to say the least. The musician was refreshing for the start of the morning, his energy bouncing around the stadium, but she didn't want to be here all day either. "You gotta get through it hun," she continued, jaw clenching slightly. "This is your opponent." For a second she bit her bottom lip. She didn't want to switch out yet. She wouldn't. Surely the icy shrew could muddle through his paralysis.
The sandslash himself was already aware he needed to overcome this and any short comings regarding facing off against these electrical pokémon. Unfortunately with the scarf tied about his neck taking any moment of respite to collect his strength and prepare for a round was out of the question. His only option was to throw more icicles, so that's what he would do.
"What, what, what? Is this all you got?" Chuck teased as Lenore forgot all about him and only concentrated about her pokemon, he had liked to have the beauty's attention and the wordplay. Either Lenore's words strengthened Izzy's determination or perhaps they were just lucky but the icy slandslash managed to pull his muscles free and throw several icicles at the living pincushion who had no way of dodging so instead it retaliated with its charged Thunder Shock which rattled Izzy. The sandshlash threw a couple of more icicles but the paralysis bothered him and they were way off, the pinchurchin took advantage of it and sent another shot of electricity at its opponent although much weaker than the one before.
Chuck breath a sigh of relief, "That was a close one, but we're not done!" He grimaced as he thought he could make better lyrics than that but he had been quite shocked from the damage his pokemon had recieved and he had thought it would have been over with the second crash of icicles.
A wry smile wrapped around her face as she teased back, "It should be all we need." But her tune would shift more and more sour as the events unfolded. Perhaps it was the paralysis, but seeing yet another attack fail didn't help lift her spirits. She sighed in agitation. Barely managing to restrain herself from slipping a few harsh words regarding her pokémon's continual disappointment she moved to a crossed arm position and tried to relax herself by adjusting her posture.
Izzy panted quietly. He tried to hide it, and it was really quite good considering his usual lack of movements, but he was slouching. The curve of his back signaled his weariness to her and it only made her more frustrated. "One more shot boy..." she half muttered, the sandslash's ears flicking back to hear her. The shrew flexed his talons and took a deep breath in preparation for another go, but he had his doubts it would end the way she wanted it to.
Lenore hmphed then smirked, turning her attention up from the exotic sandslash to her more vocal company. "Your tempo just didn't quite suit my dear Izzy." She spoke sweetly.
The Musician crossed his arms over his chest with a bright smile. The battle seemed to be going their way, all they needed to do was put the nail in the coffin. But Izzy was still a wary opponent that they needed to be cautious a careful of. However, her trainer wasn’t taking the bait with Chuck’s comments. A short frown as he thought about how she seemed to almost shrug off his comment. “Ok, Pincurchin, let’s get this show on the road! Another Thunder Shock, my girl!” He stated with a heavy nod of his head.
Izzy tried to run but the paralysis kicked in yet again and froze her to the spot. Pincurchin settled itself in one spot and focused with all its might. The electric needles that shot out from its body began to glow brightly as the pin cushion Pokemon shot out a bolt of high-energy electricity that hit Izzy dead-on and knocked its opponent flat out. The musician smirked with a nod to his opponent. “Who ya got left, yet? We’re ready for our victory lap!” He said with a bit of a chuckle.
"How ridiculous..." the blond grumbled, barely able to contain her rage at how poorly Izzy had performed. It was her first time using him, she even put a decent amount of resources into making him supposedly great, but he just didn't have the experience she needed. If it hadn't been so long since she bought him she'd go right back to that stand and demand a refund. If he couldn't defeat this slow little pin cushion then how could she expect him to do any better against the gym leader she was dead set on running under her heel?
Lenore's morning anger returned, mulling through her thoughts as she withdrew Izzy. Her fingers hesitated on who to choose. She couldn't lose to Chuck. She just couldn't. And not just because this was the first match, but she had taken their relationship at this point to be a bit of a rivalry. "Well Chuck," she began, forcing a lighter tone than she felt into her voice, "This lap of yours is going to be quite uphill." A smug grin curled her lips as she decided to go for the obvious advantage. "Now let's just hope you can KO this thing before it gets you..."
With a flick of the wrist she released another of her untested pokémon. Brown with black stripes, the little lizard looked a lot less devious than the last salamander she had brought to Acre Stadium. Sammy clicked her tongue and stared bright eyed at everyone. It didn't take her long to pick up that she was in prime battling territory. She smiled broadly and wriggled her tail happily, taking a moment to chomp down her snout rather loudly as she faced her assumed opponent.
"Say hello to Sammy. She's going to add more base to this duet." The woman could feel a rush of adrenaline. Sammy had to perform well here or she could be in trouble for whoever was Chuck's last pokémon. "Get in the ground Sammy," she ordered simply.
PTs: 0 (0 Updated) (( Sammy out, using Dig - Choice Band Held ))
Chuck grinned, "Could you bear if you know we come prepared?" He asked as he attempted to take up his rhymes again, I think our Water Gun will sent it back to its mom! Pinchurchin caught the order and shot water at Sammy but the sandile was way too fast and the water splashed over the hole he had left in his place. Chuck looked worried and he had the right to be so, pinchurching wasn't really a pokemon that was good at dodging. Sammy appeared right below the black electric pokemon and sent it flying, it landed hard on the ground and Chuck sagged knowing that it was all for his great pinchurchin. "And it just went so well," he mumbled to himself as he recalled it.
He didn't manage to smile as he sent his next pokemon out, "Time to gear up!"
Musician Chuck sends in Klink as his last pokemon. Sammy didn't take any damage and is still at full health.
As she saw how swiftly the ground type dispatched with Chuck's pincurchin she felt a wash of relief come over her; though her skin was still boiling a bit. "Oh sweetums! I'd be lost without you," she clapped for the sandile. It was true. If Sammy hadn't been faster that could have been devastating to her chances, as with her previous experience with the musician he was favorable to the electric types and that wouldn't suit Waxy very well.
Sammy bounced from one side to the other, tail and head wagging in the opposite direction to keep her long flat body from toppling over as she did her little dance. If the dual type was hyped before she was building up even more moxie now. This elated her trainer even more. Should the blond understand her little lizard's ability anyways, this would mean the next electric type he sent out would have even more trouble taking her down... Provided she kept the speed advantage of course. Still, the end was near and she could feel it rising in her chest.
At the sight of Chuck's final pokémon she laughed. The gears clunk as they turned around each other, providing a steady high pitched beat. "You're sending out your Triangle to try and beat me then?" she continued to play, equivocating the rare steel type to such a childish instrument. "Good luck taking the gold." She winked then signaled for Sammy to act.
PTs: 0 (0 Updated) (( Using Dig - Choice Band Held, Moxie activated ))