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Yup! I have some of my CS done too...just need history, actually! XD
"Wait, What...?!" Nerissa heard Whitney exclaim in surprise as the dust cloud that enveloped the middle of the arena cleared up. This was followed by loud sobbing. Did she really do it? Had Cecil managed to beat the Miltank after all? She pumped her fist in the air, grinning cockily. If anyone thought her stupid or judged Cecil to be inept due to his small size...this was all the proof she needed to show that she could hold her own in battle, without having to be structured and erudite.
The girl was only half right, however. As the dust continued settling, she noticed not one, but two figures collapsed and lying motionless in the arena. One was the much bigger Miltank....and the other was a very small Houndour. Her own Cecil. The battle had ended in a draw. Now, had it been a situation where Cecil lost to a Clefairy, Nerissa would have suspected foul play and demanded an investigation. Her pride wouldn't have been able to handle such a loss, and blaming Cecil was out of the question. However, this was no Clefairy situation, and despite the fact that her Houndour fainted, she was proud of him for putting up a fight with the Miltank and managing to bring her down. She rushed forward to the center of the arena and picked up her fainted Pokemon, carrying him with both arms.
"Such a brave little rascal, aren't you? Took down that Miltank and made a big girl cry...what can't you do, man?" She teased, pointing at the Miltank, as well as Whitney as she laughed. Nerissa didn't like how Whitney just had to cry because her Miltank went down...was she that emotionally fragile? She herself never resorted to bursting into tears after losing, though she was probably even more of a sore loser than the Gym Leader was...at least she knew that she wasn't the type to become a sobbing mess.
Nerissa stood there as Whitney sobbed. She was already annoyed at the rose-haired girl's crying over a tie. Was she that unaccepting? Or did she not realize that there was a tie in the first place? Groaning as she shook her head, Nerissa went over to Whitney and shook the Gym Leader's shoulder roughly.
"Snap out of it, would ya? It's a draw, man. A draw! The hell's wrong with you?" She growled, holding Cecil in front of the crying Gym Leader for her to see.
The girl was only half right, however. As the dust continued settling, she noticed not one, but two figures collapsed and lying motionless in the arena. One was the much bigger Miltank....and the other was a very small Houndour. Her own Cecil. The battle had ended in a draw. Now, had it been a situation where Cecil lost to a Clefairy, Nerissa would have suspected foul play and demanded an investigation. Her pride wouldn't have been able to handle such a loss, and blaming Cecil was out of the question. However, this was no Clefairy situation, and despite the fact that her Houndour fainted, she was proud of him for putting up a fight with the Miltank and managing to bring her down. She rushed forward to the center of the arena and picked up her fainted Pokemon, carrying him with both arms.
"Such a brave little rascal, aren't you? Took down that Miltank and made a big girl cry...what can't you do, man?" She teased, pointing at the Miltank, as well as Whitney as she laughed. Nerissa didn't like how Whitney just had to cry because her Miltank went down...was she that emotionally fragile? She herself never resorted to bursting into tears after losing, though she was probably even more of a sore loser than the Gym Leader was...at least she knew that she wasn't the type to become a sobbing mess.
Nerissa stood there as Whitney sobbed. She was already annoyed at the rose-haired girl's crying over a tie. Was she that unaccepting? Or did she not realize that there was a tie in the first place? Groaning as she shook her head, Nerissa went over to Whitney and shook the Gym Leader's shoulder roughly.
"Snap out of it, would ya? It's a draw, man. A draw! The hell's wrong with you?" She growled, holding Cecil in front of the crying Gym Leader for her to see.
Damn, and Nerissa has no clue. XD Typing up my post, hehe...hinting at Nerissa's cluelessness by having her think that Cecil losing or drawing to a Clefairy obviously involves foul play. XD
"Aw, what's the matter? I thought a girl like you would appreciate the challenge?" Whitney taunted as Cecil burned the Lum Berry, her look changing to one of distaste. The Gym Leader seemed to harbor negative feelings towards Dorian...or was it Crassus she hated for beating her Miltank? Nerissa did not flinch, however.
"Challenge? Sure, I'm up for one. Stupid? No. Not killing any chances here, man!" She replied as the Houndour made his next move. Whitney however, wasn't finished.
"Yes him... The one with Gible... Let's not talk about that hm? Let's focus on the task at hand. Milly, don't let that dog bother you! Use Attract on him, then follow up with Rollout!" The Gym Leader ordered. The pink cow leaned forward and winked at Cecil, before blowing him a kiss and shaking her udders, causing multiple pink hearts to fly out towards the puppy. Cecil tried to dodge the move, but one of the hearts hit him from the side. Immediately, the look in his eyes turned from one of focus and determination to one of infatuation, one might even think longing. Nerissa shook her head, glaring at Whitney.
"Girls and their damn pink girl Pokemon... Dude, why am I not surprised? Cecil, dodge the idiot and go for a Fire Fang!"
Cecil did not budge, evidently immobilized by his lust for the bovine Pokemon. The Miltank was now rolling at full speed, hitting the tiny dog and knocking him back. Cecil got up, but the strange look was still in his eyes. The Miltank was once again rolling around the Gym, this time twice as fast.
"Focus, Cecil! It's coming close...slow it down with a Thunder Fang!"
Again, Cecil did not charge. Nerissa stepped forward instinctively, worried for her Pokemon. His eyes were still trained towards Miltank in all their gooey attraction. The cow hit once more, this time harder. Cecil was pushed towards Nerissa's feet, clearly in pain. Nerissa knelt down to pat his head momentarily.
"Don't give up, tough guy. Go for another Fire Fang!" She encouraged, before the Pokemon got up and ran back into the arena, the infatuation in his eyes momentarily fading, as the Miltank finished her third round and rolled towards Cecil. She crashed into the still-slightly dazed Cecil, but this time, the Houndour managed to sink his burning fangs into the cow's upper back, causing the latter to moo in pain. Nerissa grinned, both for herself as well as for Cecil. He was a trooper, despite his small size, and she knew that he wasn't going down without a fight.
The Miltank made its fourth round, now so fast that she was almost a blur. Cecil had just managed to stand up at this point, and was already looking worn-out. The attraction took over him once more as Nerissa tried to command him to execute a Smog attack. Miltank managed to hit him once more and send him flying. The dog crashed onto the ground, whimpering in pain as he tried to stand up one more time. Nerissa knew that Cecil was almost to his limits, but she wasn't going to give up, and she knew that he wasn't about to either, seeing him tremble as he managed to very shakily get on his feet. The Miltank was speeding around the Gym at top speed, and Nerissa knew that this was her last chance. She was going to take the risk.
"Cecil, you can do this! Just a little more....REVERSAL!"
Cecil was on his feet now, and growled as he started shaking and a red glow began to emit from him. The attraction had not immobilized him this time, and he was now focused. The Miltank was rolling closer and closer. The Houndour stood his ground, the red glow growing stronger. The Miltank was literally a few inches away from Cecil before he gathered up all his strength and fought back, letting loose a powerful all-out attack. The impact was so great that dust from the arena stirred and rose into a cloud. Nerissa looked on, unable to see what happened, but hoped that it was enough.
"Challenge? Sure, I'm up for one. Stupid? No. Not killing any chances here, man!" She replied as the Houndour made his next move. Whitney however, wasn't finished.
"Yes him... The one with Gible... Let's not talk about that hm? Let's focus on the task at hand. Milly, don't let that dog bother you! Use Attract on him, then follow up with Rollout!" The Gym Leader ordered. The pink cow leaned forward and winked at Cecil, before blowing him a kiss and shaking her udders, causing multiple pink hearts to fly out towards the puppy. Cecil tried to dodge the move, but one of the hearts hit him from the side. Immediately, the look in his eyes turned from one of focus and determination to one of infatuation, one might even think longing. Nerissa shook her head, glaring at Whitney.
"Girls and their damn pink girl Pokemon... Dude, why am I not surprised? Cecil, dodge the idiot and go for a Fire Fang!"
Cecil did not budge, evidently immobilized by his lust for the bovine Pokemon. The Miltank was now rolling at full speed, hitting the tiny dog and knocking him back. Cecil got up, but the strange look was still in his eyes. The Miltank was once again rolling around the Gym, this time twice as fast.
"Focus, Cecil! It's coming close...slow it down with a Thunder Fang!"
Again, Cecil did not charge. Nerissa stepped forward instinctively, worried for her Pokemon. His eyes were still trained towards Miltank in all their gooey attraction. The cow hit once more, this time harder. Cecil was pushed towards Nerissa's feet, clearly in pain. Nerissa knelt down to pat his head momentarily.
"Don't give up, tough guy. Go for another Fire Fang!" She encouraged, before the Pokemon got up and ran back into the arena, the infatuation in his eyes momentarily fading, as the Miltank finished her third round and rolled towards Cecil. She crashed into the still-slightly dazed Cecil, but this time, the Houndour managed to sink his burning fangs into the cow's upper back, causing the latter to moo in pain. Nerissa grinned, both for herself as well as for Cecil. He was a trooper, despite his small size, and she knew that he wasn't going down without a fight.
The Miltank made its fourth round, now so fast that she was almost a blur. Cecil had just managed to stand up at this point, and was already looking worn-out. The attraction took over him once more as Nerissa tried to command him to execute a Smog attack. Miltank managed to hit him once more and send him flying. The dog crashed onto the ground, whimpering in pain as he tried to stand up one more time. Nerissa knew that Cecil was almost to his limits, but she wasn't going to give up, and she knew that he wasn't about to either, seeing him tremble as he managed to very shakily get on his feet. The Miltank was speeding around the Gym at top speed, and Nerissa knew that this was her last chance. She was going to take the risk.
"Cecil, you can do this! Just a little more....REVERSAL!"
Cecil was on his feet now, and growled as he started shaking and a red glow began to emit from him. The attraction had not immobilized him this time, and he was now focused. The Miltank was rolling closer and closer. The Houndour stood his ground, the red glow growing stronger. The Miltank was literally a few inches away from Cecil before he gathered up all his strength and fought back, letting loose a powerful all-out attack. The impact was so great that dust from the arena stirred and rose into a cloud. Nerissa looked on, unable to see what happened, but hoped that it was enough.
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