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Let's be honest here. Your Pokémon really doesn't have to learn the move to know it. If it has a strong enough tail, it can use tail whip offensively. There are some things like that in the games/show that I really don't understand. That and how Primeape can still have Iron tail from Mankey when he doesn't have a tail in his evolution.
Like how Wailord is so massive, and less dense than air, and is able to sink in water? To be fair, it is called the blimp pokemon, and is said to take to the skies when migrating. But what really doesn't make sense is how a Delkatty/Skitty is able to mate with it.
Anyways, working on the final round.
@Sho Minazuki
She doesn't have tail whip. Leon would rather her not risk getting that close given she's got Overgrowth triggered
She doesn't have tail whip. Leon would rather her not risk getting that close given she's got Overgrowth triggered
I actually plan on doing it similar to how it's done in the Manga's. Where as long as the trainers do not directly interfere, pretty much anything goes.
On Round 2, (now that I'm fully caught up story wise), I'm going to have Maple trip the Machop up by yanking a floor mat out from under him, and start smashing on his limbs one by one. Machop anime wise has muscles that don't tire and pretty much a formidable endurance and fighting technique. So... you sweep the leg, keep him from using most of his fighting styles. Mess up another leg and an arm, and suddenly he can't fight back.
It's underhanded... but come on. The treecko was hurt pretty good long before the fight.
On Round 2, (now that I'm fully caught up story wise), I'm going to have Maple trip the Machop up by yanking a floor mat out from under him, and start smashing on his limbs one by one. Machop anime wise has muscles that don't tire and pretty much a formidable endurance and fighting technique. So... you sweep the leg, keep him from using most of his fighting styles. Mess up another leg and an arm, and suddenly he can't fight back.
It's underhanded... but come on. The treecko was hurt pretty good long before the fight.
Alright, I'm writing a post right now. Expect it soon. I'm really glad we aren't doing showdown for this battle though. Magnemite vs Sneasel? *laughs nervously*
That fight can actually go either way. I dislike showdown because everyone specs pokemon for perfect everything. When in reality, the game's randomness made everything fair. This meant that tiers were pretty much done away and it took a bit of luck and player's guessing to win. Without that, it was just numbers.
This post was a bit rushed, as I was low on battery power. So... consquently, an already battered and exhausted Treecko gets smashed... and thus here comes round 2... which will be soon. Tomorrow hopefully.
Scholar Leo Cyrule
Dune City; Pokemon Center| ROUND 1 Maple Leaf vs Machop
Leon and his reptilian companion had finally made it to the doors of the Pokecenter. The treecko was resting, on his shoulder and gingerly rubbing a few bruises along her arms. She had a light frown on her lips as she turned her arms about to monitor the damage she had taken from the past fights. She was definitely feeling quite sloppy for allowing that many hits. But it seems like her trainer was perfectly happy with her being fine and alive.
Though, his face immediately changed when the doors slid open. It contorted through an entire series of emotions in just a matter of a second.
First confusion. Everyone inside the room looked worried… no… paniced… frozen in place. But why? Was some famous Pokémon trainer’s mon in critical condition; a trainer who went astray and got hurt? No… it was none of those. That look in their eye, except for a select few, they were pale and frightful.
Then bewilderment. His eyes fell on the floor noticing a few splatter marks of crimson. Paint? No… not paint… not unless a smeargle spread it’s bristles. But even then the fluid was too thin. There was a guy on the ground writhing. Why? Oh… a knife was in his chest. Then that means…
Then cold terror. As the male looked up, he saw something flash in the light. He didn’t know why but his immediate reaction was to quickly step out of the doorway. And that he did. A drop of cold sweat dripped down his chin as he saw a man lounge out the door towards him. A long nasty looking knife swinging through the air. The slash wouldn’t have killed him out right, but it wouldn’t have been pretty if it had met its mark.
The two settled up just outside the shop. The man with a bizarre statement to fashion chuckled madly and licked the blade of his knife, cutting his tongue and spitting out the blood.
“…seriously!?” Leon choked as he watched this.
“Oh… lookie here, a boy scout with a squirt. Tell you what kiddie. I’m feeling rather good today. Fight or die. Loose and I’ll take your fingers, and your Treecko’s legs as a trophy.”
Under normal circumstances… Leon would find himself attempting to persuade an alternative. But with that ultimatum… it didn’t look good. He wasn’t given much time mull it over in thought, as Maple had tapped him on the cheek. When their gazes met, she gave him a look that spoke a single phrase.
“Trust me.”
And… trust would be something Leon would do… if the poor treecko wasn’t so battered and exhausted from the previous fights. But what choice did he have? The two of them would be dead if he didn’t agree.
“F-fine… We’ll fight. We’ll fight…” he inhaled deeply, doing his best to calm his rattled nerves. “Maple… if you’d kindly.”
With that phrase, Maple hopped off her trainer’s shoulder. She slowly walked forward. Moving her arms from side to side in a stretch, easing some of the soreness. But not much.
Short after, the Nexus Grunt had tossed out his mon. A Machop… completely fresh. The difference in the two’s condition was night in day. A difference that was large enough for Leon to immediately regret this decision.
The fight didn’t begin till both mons had squared up, and immediately longed at each other.
Both trainers were dishing out their commands. Pound’s after bullet punches were exchanged. But neither could seem to quite land.
Maple continued dancing around the Machop. Twisting and pirouetting, around punches, using the momentum of her spin to bear her tails against her opponent only to sweep air. A blow was brought down upon her, but a small and graceful bound followed by a spinning cartwheel gave it nothing but the hard ground beneath.
But… time proved to not be on Maple’s side. Quickly and surely the fatigue from her previous fights today had caught up with her. And eventually, it seemed like she had locked up for only a split second. And that split second was all that was needed. A Bullet punch had landed a solid hit. The mighty fist had slammed straight into her gut.
The treecko let out a pained squeak, but instead of being carried off with the force of the punch. The Machop followed his trainer’s instruction to chain up the blow immediately. Instead of allowing his foe to fly off, the machop immediately grabbed hold of the Treecko’s tails and ripped her back towards himself. One final bullet punch and that pained cry practically turned into a squeal of bloody murder.
Only then was the poor thing allowed to go soaring through the air, towards the Pokecenter’s window. Immediately, Leon dived jumped to the side, and caught the mon with his body. Though the momentum was enough to carry through to him, and send him slamming into… shattering… then tearing through the glass window back into the pokemon center. Glass shards jettisoned across the entire foyer.
He hit the ground hard and slid a few feet. His coat protecting him from being clawed apart by the glass. When they finally stop, he opened his arms to inspect the Treecko. She was still conscious, heavily battered, but she’d definitely be worst if he hadn’t stepped in like that.
The treecko seeing this immediately jumped to her feet, and moved to meet the trainer’s eyes. “It’s ok…” he began… though he trailedd off when he saw something offputting. Was that rage? Definitely if he had seen anything like it. The mon’s pupils had narrowed into thin slits. Her glare much more focused and intense. Her body was trembling like a wet Poochyena, and her claws clung harshly to his shirt.
“…Maple?!” he stared at her for a few minutes, and nearly slapped himself across the forehead. No… it wasn’t rage. She was worried. Really worried about him. What was this state she was in again? Overgrowth. Great… just great. She was almost done for. She can’t compete like this… but maybe they can try a different tactic?
How do you destroy a target larger than you? Not by laying into it all at once, but by chopping it into smaller pieces.
“Alright girl… don't worry if we don't win this. You've done your best. But... till then... lets try something different.” he coughed, she set the treecko to the side and pushed himself up just as both the grunt and Machop stepped through. “Time to shake things up a bit… round two. Nobody step in... I'm sure my friend will not be happy about that.”
The Treecko, who's condition was much worse, staggered to her feet dutifully. She was heaving for breath heavily. And instead of taking her graceful stance, dropped down to all fours. Her eyes glaring daggers at her opponent, with enough intensity to melt a mirror.
@AbysmalDemon
Alright, I'm seeing levels between 5-13 with varying numbers of mon. My thoughts would be between 7-15. But 15 is pretty much pushing it as 16 is where a starter evolves. Though it is possible that the Mon could go to 16, but chooses not to evolve quite yet. And then there is also the strength via skill vs strength via physical... so that could lower that.
Please advise o.<
Alright, I'm seeing levels between 5-13 with varying numbers of mon. My thoughts would be between 7-15. But 15 is pretty much pushing it as 16 is where a starter evolves. Though it is possible that the Mon could go to 16, but chooses not to evolve quite yet. And then there is also the strength via skill vs strength via physical... so that could lower that.
Please advise o.<
Name: Leon Cyrule, often just prefers to be called Leo.
Age: 17
Appearance: (Sorry No picture applicable)
Leon stands at an impressive 6’5”, and is of a lean build. His skin is brown, and his eyes are a dark brown color, dark enough to be mistaken as black when viewed without enough light. His hair is long and has been braided into many “ropes” that hangs down to his shoulder blades.
He dons a pair of comfortable tan jeans, and thick leather boots. Covering his torso is a cream button up polo and a tan sweater. Over that is a long and well ventilated-water proof trench coat. The trench color is mostly a white colored with an argyle pattern circling around the torso. The sleeves of the coat can be easily removed and stored as needed.
Then finally completing his appearance is a water-repellent fedora with a similar argyle pattern matching his coat, a pair of gloves, and tinted eye glasses.
Personality: Leo had always been quite mature, even when he was young. Even if he can be a bit nerdy. Where other’s tended to be reckless, he tended to be careful; some relied on their gut, he relied on his wisdom and current knowledge. This however is in heavy contrast with his social graces.
While he displays some reclusive and near hermit tendencies, he does force himself to be more outgoing than what he really is. As a child, he kept a very tight circle of friends, and when distance drew them apart he began to try to extend his horizons. But once beneath that upper layer, he’s quite charismatic and can even display a silver tongue when it’s needed.
Then comes adversities. Advertises, he might not be the calmest, but he does try his best to take a step back and take a look at the bigger picture with the mindset of a tactician if he feels he has the time, or something is more complex than it seems. If the threat is immediate and requires a split second thought, he’s prone to making some drastically critical errors.
And lastly… Pokémon. He has a mentality of a non-interference. The Pokémon are in their natural habitat. And they wish to “just be” a majority of the time. If the mon wishes to join him for his adventure, then he’ll accept their company with open arms. Otherwise, he has very little interest in capturing every single Pokémon he sees, or battling every trainer in the world to prove that he’s the best. Should his mon express desire to compete in the league, then so be it. He will go to the ends of the world to let his team have that chance.
History:
Leon was born to an average wage, but caring couple of officers in Grand City. He had never saw himself as the type to roam about the world in the wild for some precarious journey, and instead had focused on his studies in hopes of becoming an engineer. He had found art more interesting than staying out in the elements, math more interesting than testing his Pokémon’s grit against some stranger’s. And science to be more incredible than… well… risking your life. Yes… the world was very narrow for him.
Through most of his life, he had kept to his small group of friends. But with time, the life of a trainer called to each one of them, drawing his small little group further and further away until eventually he lost touch with all of them. And as the days drug on, a depression clung to him with an iron grip.
Eventually, by the time he had turned seventeen. His parents had made mention of him venturing Fordis, to see what drew his friends away. Initially, he wanted to discard the thought… but the words clung to his throat in thought. The idea had it’s merits, and who knows… maybe there was something more for him to see out there.
Age: 17
Appearance: (Sorry No picture applicable)
Leon stands at an impressive 6’5”, and is of a lean build. His skin is brown, and his eyes are a dark brown color, dark enough to be mistaken as black when viewed without enough light. His hair is long and has been braided into many “ropes” that hangs down to his shoulder blades.
He dons a pair of comfortable tan jeans, and thick leather boots. Covering his torso is a cream button up polo and a tan sweater. Over that is a long and well ventilated-water proof trench coat. The trench color is mostly a white colored with an argyle pattern circling around the torso. The sleeves of the coat can be easily removed and stored as needed.
Then finally completing his appearance is a water-repellent fedora with a similar argyle pattern matching his coat, a pair of gloves, and tinted eye glasses.
Personality: Leo had always been quite mature, even when he was young. Even if he can be a bit nerdy. Where other’s tended to be reckless, he tended to be careful; some relied on their gut, he relied on his wisdom and current knowledge. This however is in heavy contrast with his social graces.
While he displays some reclusive and near hermit tendencies, he does force himself to be more outgoing than what he really is. As a child, he kept a very tight circle of friends, and when distance drew them apart he began to try to extend his horizons. But once beneath that upper layer, he’s quite charismatic and can even display a silver tongue when it’s needed.
Then comes adversities. Advertises, he might not be the calmest, but he does try his best to take a step back and take a look at the bigger picture with the mindset of a tactician if he feels he has the time, or something is more complex than it seems. If the threat is immediate and requires a split second thought, he’s prone to making some drastically critical errors.
And lastly… Pokémon. He has a mentality of a non-interference. The Pokémon are in their natural habitat. And they wish to “just be” a majority of the time. If the mon wishes to join him for his adventure, then he’ll accept their company with open arms. Otherwise, he has very little interest in capturing every single Pokémon he sees, or battling every trainer in the world to prove that he’s the best. Should his mon express desire to compete in the league, then so be it. He will go to the ends of the world to let his team have that chance.
History:
Leon was born to an average wage, but caring couple of officers in Grand City. He had never saw himself as the type to roam about the world in the wild for some precarious journey, and instead had focused on his studies in hopes of becoming an engineer. He had found art more interesting than staying out in the elements, math more interesting than testing his Pokémon’s grit against some stranger’s. And science to be more incredible than… well… risking your life. Yes… the world was very narrow for him.
Through most of his life, he had kept to his small group of friends. But with time, the life of a trainer called to each one of them, drawing his small little group further and further away until eventually he lost touch with all of them. And as the days drug on, a depression clung to him with an iron grip.
Eventually, by the time he had turned seventeen. His parents had made mention of him venturing Fordis, to see what drew his friends away. Initially, he wanted to discard the thought… but the words clung to his throat in thought. The idea had it’s merits, and who knows… maybe there was something more for him to see out there.
@Ewillden Fixed
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