Scholar Leo Cyrule
Dune City; Pokemon Center| ROUND 2 Maple Leaf vs Machop
Round two started with Machop making the first move. Once again the grunt’s pokemon closed the distance with a flurry of Bullet Punches, keeping Maple on the defensive.
“Maple! Hold off on your attacks till I give the word! Just keep backing up!” Leon called out! His feet carrying him off to the side and out of the way of the conflict. Maple had looked up to him for a moment, even with the focus in her eyes, he could see the confusion in them.
She glanced back just for a moment, and studied what was behind her. By the time her eyes had returned to her foe, she understood her trainer’s intention. The first swing came and instead of ducking or stepping to the side, she stepped back while lowering her head to avoid the blow.
The mon immediately gave way to a lot of ground as the Machop advanced forward with a heavy swing. The motion caused her to completely jump back to avoid taking a detrimental blow.
The exchange continued until Maple leaf felt something soft and rough under her feet. She immediately jumped back before the attack came while telegraphing an opening. And sure enough the offender took the bait.
“Heh, sorry kid. I hope you had a good life! Machop! Fire Punch!”
Not one to waste a chance, the Machop advanced forward with a vicious grin. One first became engulfed in flames as it reared back. The machop immediately stepped forward, but this was it’s first fatal mistake in the fight.
Instead of making sure it had solid footing, the advance had caused the Machop to place one foot on a floor mat, while the other was left in the air.
The treecko, who caught on to her Trainer’s goal did land… but not in a way expected. Instead of landing straight up… She landed on all fours and immediately twisted when her claws had grabbed hold of the mat. The floor covering had immediately been torn out from under the Machop sending him careening heels over head to the ground, while the mat had been tossed into the on looking crowd.
“What the HELL!?” The grunt cried out.
“ATTA GIRL! SWEEP THE LEG!” Leon commanded.
The treecko obeyed with a smirk on her lips. She allowed the momentum of her previous action to carry her as she brought the might of her tails against the side of the falling machop’s legs. There was a crunch, followed by one of it’s legs bending unnaturally before snapping back in place.
The machop let out a pained cry as it tumbled to the ground, holding onto it’s leg.
“Don’t stop now! Bullet seed!”“Machop! Get up now!” The grunt commanded. But it couldn’t. It could only managed to barely get up on one leg before a hail of high speed projectiles tore into it’s other leg. The Machop dropped in agony. And once again cried out as it’s arm was ruined by another bombardment of seeds.
Relief filled Leon as the fight was drawing to it’s conclusion. He visibly relaxed as Maple now started to walk closer to her opponent. The machop was busy feebly crawling away.
“Well… that was a shade too close from black,” Leon sighed. He then looked up to the grunt.
“Your ass is grassed. Maple if you kindly.”Maple smiled as she placed a hand on the Machops head. A moment later the Machop cried out once she used Mega Drain. A second later the Machop fell to the ground unconscious.
"Tch," the grunt recalled his mon and turned to leave.
"Till next time kid."Leon watched him go. Something told him to stop him... but he just watched as he disappeared. He was more relieved at the thought of surviving a bad situation.