Indigo Leauge - Battle in Fushia!

[Aerif]

Contestants - Gusto Gummi (Gym Leader) vs T.G. Oskar (Trainer)
Rules - 3 vs 3, Pre-defined Pokémon, One heal per battle
Judge - Aerif (Gym Leader)
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It was to be an eventful day in Fushia City, cycling road and the bridge to Lavender and Vermillion where closed of and the people had gathered in the streets to watch the show. There was to be a Pokémon Battle in the middle of town but it wasn't just a normal battle, it was an Indigo Leauge Match and was to be shown on live Television.

Especially for the occasion the area in which the Pokémon Battle was to commense was cleared out with nobody in the Houses and parks that surrounded the street where the battle was to take place. At both enda of the street were podiums set up for the battle, an invisible wall was behind it, making sure that the crowd behind the wall where safe from all the dangers of such an intense battle.

Aerif walked into the make-shift arena, rejecting several battles and conversations. She stood in the middle facing to the right, the sun cast a shadow over her as the sun was in the left. Whoever reached the make-shift arena first, could decide to play into the sun or against it...

[Taco]

A cloud of pink smoke and purple confetti suddenly burst into being at the top of the podium at the left end of the blocked off street in Fuchsia City. A shrill voice rang out into the bright sunny day, as the smoke began to settle, revealing two figures now standing where it cleared.

“Oh hooooo! A battle! Hiiieeeeeee, kiddies, ladies, and gentlemen!” Standing on one foot, hands extended into the air, the pokemon trainer formerly known as Calamity Taco, now called Gusto Gummi, appeared. The young man wore a pair of black jean pants, a gray T-shirt with a panel from the comic book “X-Men” on it, an elvis-like hairdo, and a ridiculous, almost mischievous-looking grin on his face. Behind him glistened a shiny, glitter-covered arbok, striking a sharp Z-pose, its nose turned up to the air, with a look that might’ve been a smirk on its face.

“Chabocka,” the cobra pokemon intoned regally to the crowd around it. It then struck another pose, this time making a shape like a sharp x/y chart pattern. As it made its quick movement, some of the glitter flew off it and into Gusto’s face. The young man began to violently cough, choking on the tiny dust particles and somewhat bigger plastic pieces.

“GAACK! I thought I told you to use less glitter this time, arbok!” Gusto shouted through his choking, bent over and clutching his throat. His cobra pokemon straightened up, its eyes growing wide in a puppy-dog look, its feelings apparently hurt. “No, no-cough! It’s-it’s alri-hack!” Gusto tried to soothe his pokemon, alternating between patting its head and trying to clear his throat. The arbok seemed satisfied, and coiled up behind its master. “Okay… Who shall we send out first, my dear?”

“Chabocka!” The Arbok intoned cheerfully.

“By golly, I think you’re correct! Come on out, Persian!” Gusto through one of the three pokeballs at his side to the asphalt of the street below him, and from the ball shot a red beam of light. Appearing at the end of the beam was a large cat-like creature, its fur a shiny yellowish-white in color. It did not immediately ready itself for combat, but rather began grooming itself with its paw. “No time for bathing, my dear!” Gusto called out to his pokemon, gently but forcefully.

“Puurrrsiannn!” The large cat pokemon responded, lazily looking over its shoulder at its master, and then slowly readying itself into a pouncing position, looking directly to the young woman at the center of the street. Not at her, but through her, to where it assumed its opponent would appear.

[T.G. Oskar]

It was a quiet day in the way to Fuchsia City. At most, too quiet. No trainers, no bystanders, someone would say even no wild Pokemon were in the visible area. The bulletin boards in the road were filled with huge propaganda: a televised Pokemon battle would take place in the Fuchsia City Gym. In the promotions, a young and ridiculously dressed trainer, with a mischievous yet decisive look in his eyes, looked fixed upon anyone who saw him. Aside, a similarly ridiculous Arbok stood forth, making a strange pose.

"Only a Pokemon would love it's trainer so much, it would be capable of losing its dignity...", the wandering trainer said. The trainer wore a black cap, with a red kanji insignia on the back...or rather, at the front, as he wore the cap backwards. He had long black hair, tied in a simple tail, barely noticeable because of the backward cap. On a wild act of defiance, he wore a strange shirt of interlinked chains, a rarity between trainers as no such person would wear a useless piece of armor as a shirt. Of course, the denim jacket he wore reduced the shock of such sight. In his neck, a sterling silver cross necklace hanged from a sterling silver chain, very proportional to his size: neither big, nor too small, but appropiate. The rest? Dark blue jeans, a pair of black and white sneakers, and a chain hanging from a black leather belt, holding various kinds of Pokeballs: Pokeballs, Great Balls, Ultra Balls...and stickers in almost the same place, of different shapes. Looking at his chain shirt, worn beneath a white T-shirt with no design, and quite strapped to his body, he reminded himself: "perhaps, I should not be protesting off other people's attire, as mine is quite weird as it is".

Looking at the promotion once more, he looked at the message placed upon it:

"Today, at 3:00 PM sharp!!! On the Fuchsia City Gym!!!
Our own sensation, Gym Leader Gusto Gummi
against an unknown challenger!!!!
Battle will be televised on many local Kanto channels and international.
Don't miss it!!!!"

Looking to the side of the leader, a silhouette of a generic challenger appeared, quite unlike himself. In that moment, a young Trainer passed by, his face obviously excited. Holding his black leathered gauntlet upon a Pokeball with a flaming foot sticker, Oskar looked suspiciously at the wandering one. Yet, he didn't answered back, instead apologizing...

"Oh, sorry, while I would like to face you, I have some things to do. I think you are not willing to fight, either: nobody wants to fight today. The exciting match between Mr. Gusto and a strange guy is about to start. I advise you to go too. The Gym battles became much more exciting since he won the title against the former leader. Well, I expect to see you there!!", the young'un replied, while going on his way.

"Of course, I shall be there. I must be there, of course..."
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It was not so long until he reached his destination: the Fuchsia City Gym. Once a ninja castle, the place was turned into something else. Like if a party animal was living there, the castle was filled with confetti, and many decorations. He walked past, only to see a dreaded sign...

"The battle has been moved to the Koga Street in Fuchsia City. Hope we can see you there!!!"

...right before the door!!! Some people were laughing at him, saying "what a fool, thinking the battle was at the Gym!!! Hahaha!!!" The hearty laughs were silenced by the penetrating gaze of Oskar, looking deep beneath their eyes. They knew he was on serious business. And thus, he went towards Koga Street, to meet his opponent.
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The street was full of many people, cheering and enjoying the spectacle. Full of pink confetti and noisy sounds, Oskar wade towards the podium, until two guards and officer Jenny stopped him right on the tracks. "Wait!! Ony challengers allowed!!!", Jenny spoke to Oskar. Flashing his Pokedex, the mechanized, soothing woman-like sound confirmed he was, indeed, the challenger. He passed upon the podium, while listening to the crowd booing and ranting against him. No mind he paid to such words.

Standing towards the podium, he saw his opponent, the so-called Gusto Gummi, making the same actions he saw on the promotion: the Arbok, full of glitter, made a Z-pose followed by a chart pose, entertaining the crowd. Upon setting sights on him, he replied, while choosing his first Pokemon...

“Okay… Who shall we send out first, my dear?”

“Chabocka!”

“By golly, I think you’re correct! Come on out, Persian!”

The Pokeball released a beautiful specimen of a Persian, apparently not paying attention to its master. Probably, a charade by his owner to appease the crowd and cut his opponent's concentration. Yet, he was focused. He placed 3 Pokeballs in his bag, only leaving 3 Pokemon in his chain. Only 3 was he allowed, only 3 would he need.

The leader stood waiting for his choice, and what a choice, for his strategy was defined even before he reached Fuchsia. Closing his eyes, he picked his first Pokeball: an Ultra Ball, adorned with a black symbol representative of tyranny and control. As he threw the ball, he spoke...

"Well, no time for adorning or showing off. Let's get right to schedule. I command thy presence, dark lord Tyranitar!!!!!"

The ball released a pale light, releasing a towering monster of sinister gaze. Almost instantly, a violent sandstorm raged upon the street, focused upon Tyranitar itself. With the sandstorm, Tyranitar released a primal scream, the likes of ancient Pokemon of eons ago. As the scream faded, the Pokemon looked upon his opponent, as if he was granting him the first move...

[Taco]

Moments passed as Gusto waited for his opponent to show. Presently, a man dressed in a chain mail shirt-this was the first thing Gust noted about him, and on the inside he chuckled at the newcomer a bit. What does he think this is, the Renaissance Fair? Gusto thought to himself. Behind him, the young man’s Arbok turned its nose up to the newcomer, a look of disdain upon its regal complexion. It hissed a short snort, and then let out a Chabocka!

“Yes, I do believe that fellow over there is our opponent, young lady,” Gusto responded softly to the cobra pokemon, tilting his head a bit backwards so she could hear, but keeping his eyes fixed on the trainer across from him. “We’ll see if he’s all that he is cracked up to be. The Gym paid a pretty penny so that this street would be sectioned off, and so our match would be televised. He’d better be top no—HOLY SHIT!!”

This last exclamation came as the new comer released his first pokemon. Gusto had faintly heard the trainer call his pokemon “lord,” and of course scoffed at it, but when a sandstorm engulfs an entire street due to the entrance of a new pokemon… this was something a little crazier than Gusto was used to. Artificial smoke clouds was one thing, but true smoke clouds? The young man had momentarily leaned back from the towering beast, his arms shielding his face-along with his wide-open, shocked eyes. Behind him, his arbok had coiled up into the smallest ball it could possibly manage, shaking uncontrollably. Down on the street in front of him, Gusto’s Persian arched its back and growled in defiance at the newcomer.

“Get a grip on yourself!” Gusto shouted, glaring down at his cobra pokemon. “We can take him!”

“Cha….bocka?” The arbok responded weakly, peaking up a little bit from behind her coils.

“Yes, I’m sure.” Or am I? Gusto thought to himself as he glared at the enemy’s pokemon-a tyranitar. Lessee… tyranitar, tyranitar… Oh yes! A dark and rock type… Interesting. What shall I have my Persian do in response to this monstrosity…? My Persian knows… nothing effective against this pokemon. Okay, I think my persian is screwed. Oh well. After Gusto had come to this conclusion, he called out “Persian, jump into the air, now!” Ready to defend his territory from this large intruder, the Persian leaped into the air with a snarl. “Now, hit the big lug with a body slam!”

“Perrrrrsssssiaaaaan!” The Persian let out a mighty roar as he did a somersault in the air. Once he was right side up once more, his extended its limbs to their full length, presumably to connect a belly flop on the dark pokemon’s person.

[T.G. Oskar]

Tyranitar's Sandstream power had worked out. The area was engulfed in a horrible, arid sandstorm. And his opponent was freaked out. His Tyranitar was intimidating enough, especially when the very presence summoned the fury of the earth in his wake. Yet, the Leader was quite determinated: even as he chose a Normal Pokemon, he would still not give up. Be it by fear or skill, he was not going to regret such choice. Or, did he? Even his opponent's favorite Pokemon was scared, and he didn't even released his other two!!!

Recovering from the shock, Gusto managed to command his Persian to attack. Indeed, while a Body Slam was not going to be as effective, the after-effects were something to consider. Paralysis was not a funny effect, as he had experienced time and time again facing the masters of electric Pokemon. His command was going to be quite simple: due to Tyranitar's focus on defense instead of on speed, he needed to focus and block. As he was going to utter his command, the Persian's greater speed gave his master the upper hand: Tyranitar was struck, denting bits and pieces of his armor. And, Oskar's fear turned into reality: Tyranitar flinched, his arms and legs stunned by the impact. Tyranitar was, in effect, paralyzed.

Yet...that would only be a nuisance. Tyranitar was already slow, and his armor, while dented, stood still: the damage was not enough to make him scream in pain. Tyranitar's fierce gaze fixed upon Persian, ears focused on his next command, eager to gain revenge upon it. And his master shared the idea: a battle of attrition would not spell disaster, but set him up for a deadlier opponent. Of course, if his opponent managed to survive the sandstorm's fury...

Oskar proceeded to set him up. One move would spell his opponent Pokemon's fall, yet he was uneager to use it. He wanted to see how a Leader would react on tighter odds. He'd play with him, before finishing him...and, at the same time, raise his odds. Such a humiliation would provoke Gusto to retaliate with deadly fury. Closing his eyes, Oskar screamed, his voice howling in resonance with the sandstorm...

"Tyranitar, raze the earth with your colossal might. EARTHQUAKE!!!!!"

Tyranitar, shaking his head and body, proceeded to move back, as if he were to charge. Then, moving at hulking speeds, Tyranitar leapt into the air, it's massive body raising at a height of nearly 3 stories tall. Holding his cross necklace, Oskar prayed, hoping the paralysis would not affect this move...or the move he wanted to desperately to connect in the future. Tyranitar's gargantuan shape fell into the earth, as he struck the podium, breaking a hole through it. The sandstorm's howl lessened...and the environment stilled a bit.

And then, in a wild flash, a massive earthquake struck Fuchsia City, the likes of which had not been seen before. And the seismic wave was rushing, ever and ever more, towards the offending Persian...

[Taco]

In a pretty act of acrobatics and cat-like reflexes, Gusto Gummi's persian landed on the ground. When Gusto saw that the tyranitar had been paralyzed, he was grateful for the small bit of advantage. Then Gusto heard the command "earthquake" uttered by his opponent T.G. Oskar, however, and he knew a pokemon of such magnitude would cause damage to not only the battleground, but the surrounding area as well.

"Get in your ball now, Arbok," Gusto commanded his snake pokemon, as he braced himself for the upcoming catastrophe. He heard the arbok begin to object, but would not have it. "I don't care if it ruins the new shiny polish on your scales, get in! I don't need you injured before you actually fight!" As the arbok finally obliged with a snort of contempt, the enemy tyranitar hit the ground. "Brace yourself, Persian!" Gusto saw that T.G. Oskar was praying. Perhaps I should be, too, he thought. The earthquake shook the ground, disheveling it, causing chunks of land to jut up from the ground, and huge gashes in the ground to appear. As Gusto fell on his butt, he watched his persian get thrown about on the ground, his shoulder crashing against a rock, his butt hitting the ground, his whole body coming off the ground and landing almost on his head, and so on for several seconds.

“P-perrrssiaannnn!!!” The cat like pokemon growled angrily in defiance, righting himself, though his legs wobbled a bit. That was not fun, I imagine, Gusto thought of the persian’s experience, standing up from where he had been seated. I’m guessing that’s roughly about one fourth of a damage my kitty can take… that sucks. Well, lessee, what should I go with next…? None of his attacks are gonna be effective, but given my persian’s speed, and the tyranitar’s lack thereof and paralysis, most any of these attacks will connect… I think I’ll go with… Gusto put his hands to his mouth so he could be heard over the noise… the noise of the sandstorm.

“Persian, evade the heart of that storm, and once you’ve done that, hit your opponent with a shadow ball!” The Persian, despite the many knocks he had suffered, leapt from high points to crevices, barely staying ahead of the sandstorm as he went. When he finally faced the tyranitar at the other end of the battle field, he jumped a bit off the ground, doing a spin with one paw outstretched, as if he were about to attempt to throw a baseball.

“MrrrOW!” the cat like pokemon called as he paused briefly in midspin, as if he were moving against another force. A black surge of light pulsed at his paw, and then began to move rapidly towards T.G. Oskar’s Tyranitar.

[T.G. Oskar]

The surroundings around Fuchsia City were struck by a earthquake of incredible magnitude, that not only made the podium be shocked and partly ruined, but also the very same city itself. Spectators were shocked and awed, and buildings were affected by the seismic waves of the attack. Oskar had trained Tyranitar for using all of it's might in that single move, but the paralysis effects tucked in. Tyranitar was stunned, if for a brief while, recovering from the massive effort it took to leap and angrily smash the earth. Tyranitar attempted to move, but with little effort.

In that precise moment, Gusto planned his countermove. With his main Pokemon gone from the scene, the Leader concentrated more on the battle, and less in being a clown... He had drawn a bit of the leader's tenacity, and he expected a more fiercer battle. Tyranitar was recovering from the sudden shock, when yet another shock: Persian was already on the prowl, and was surrounding him. The voice of Gusto was clear and concise, piercing the very howl of the sandstorm...

“Persian, evade the heart of that storm, and once you’ve done that, hit your opponent with a shadow ball!”

Before Tyranitar had a chance to react, Persian was already on his back, and approaching him at flashing speeds. A small sphere of black spiritual energy surged from the paw, aimed directly towards Tyranitar. And...yet worse, near point-blank range. As Tyranitar finished facing Persian, the move had already struck his face, indeed, making the lumbering behemoth move back a few feet. The strength of the impact struck not the armor, which looked unharmed: the attack struck his spirit, in an attempt to destroy him through fear and despair. Yet, fear and despair were the domain of the Dark: it would not easily harm him. Tyranitar shook his head, patted his head with his hands, in an attempt to recover from the impact. The Persian was far more skilled than Oskar had thought, but his battle-hardened Tyranitar was also more than the eye met.

In Oskar's mind, however, the thoughts were intense. "It is useless to drag this on. He's a master of Poison...probably, his next Pokemon may be a Poison Pokemon, and Tyranitar may face the effects of a slow defeat. I must distract him. Perhaps, if I..."

The focused look on Oskar's eyes turned into a look of determination, as Tyranitar awaited for his next command. Swiftly, Oskar commanded Tyranitar to look at him. "Look at me..." Tyranitar's eyes were fixed upon his master's, somewhat perplexed by the odd command. Oskar looked at a set of loose rocks, freed by the massive earthquake, and quickly uttered: "Do it." Before he could react, Tyranitar kept looking. He, somehow, knew that there was more to that message...

"Look, mate, I know you're not a psychic, but...", he thought in his mind, "...try to understand. Do that move, and if it does not work, then prepare to unleash the move taught by that sohei trainer. I know that you despise using a move that goes aginst your principles, but it's our only chance. Y'know, when I wished for you to be taught that move...I did it thinking you may be needing to use it. And, guess what...today's the day. Hope you can listen to me...that way, I'll know our friendship goes beyond, and we're not merely master and servant..." Tyranitar simply nodded, implying he understood. The moment brought tears to Oskar's eyes, which were quickly dispelled by the fierce move Tyranitar was cooking up.

Grabbing the pile of rocks and rubble, Tyranitar lodged them into the air, preparing to unleash them all at once. Oskar fiercely shouted, "Unleash the Rock Slide, now!!!" Tyranitar leaned back, ready to impulse itself, leaping yet again, ready to cave-in his opponent...

...but, in that unfortunate instance, paralysis kicked in. Tyranitar's feet stunned briefly, and the brief impulse he managed to gain turned against him. The rocks fell, one by one, into the behemoth's body, causing slight physical pain. But, worst of all, causing extreme psychological pain. The humiliation was unbearable for both trainers...

[Taco]

Gusto Gummi was not surprised by the outcome of his persian’s attack He knew that dark types were strong against attacks they themselves specialized in. So when the dark ball of energy hardly phased the giant behemoth of a pokemon that was his current opposition, Gusto did not wait a second to plot out his next move. [I}Let’s see what the tyranitar does next…[/i] Gusto thought. Then, however, something that the other trainer did puzzled him. Wait… what’s he doing? Why are they staring into each other’s eyes…? Tears? What’s this? Such a strong connection to his pokemon… Gusto looked down to his persian, who paid no attention to him, but glared ferociously at its opponent. Do I even come close to such a relationship with my own pokemon? Would I even care if one was badly hurt, or even if they died? And would they even care if I were to pass on…?

"Unleash the Rock Slide, now!!!" The cry of T.G. Oskar brought Gusto out of his musings, and looked across the broken street and beyond the still raging sandstorm to see that the enemy tyranitar had lifted a large collection of rocks over its head, and was about to crush his persian with them! As Fuchsia’s Gym Leader was about to call out a warning to his pokemon, something he did not expect stopped him; in mid attack, the tyranitar froze, dropping the pile of rocks on itself. Both TG Oskar and his pokemon were visibly shaken by this unfortunate event. That’s too bad for him, but it gives me a chance to make one more move with my persian than I could have before… Suddenly, a large piece of rock began to fall where the persian stood. Fortunately, the cat like pokemon looked up, saw the falling rock, and through its strong speed, avoided the potential danger. This, Gusto decided, would foreshadow his next move…

“All right, Persian, now use Swift Attack!” Gusto yelled to his persian over the gusting sandstorm, which now moved dangerously close to where he stood. The cat like pokemon did not hear this command over the howling of the storm, however, and instead did another attack without Gusto’s blessing. Damn! What is he doing?! Gusto clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as his pokemon launched large balls of toxic slime into the air, at a projectile angle that would have them land around the tyranitar’s head. “He’s using toxic instead! Dammit!” Gusto shouted to no one, indignantly.

[T.G. Oskar]

Tyranitar, visibly shaken by what he thought was a failure, recovered from the botched attack he himself tried to execute. Eyes closed, Tyranitar stood still, ready to accept the next command. He was angry, angry that he couldn't help his "friend", that such move failed because of his incapability to move properly. He even forgot that Oskar had gave him an extra command, one that was to be executed if the Rock Slide failed. Tyranitar was disheartened, lacking the usual menacing presence. Even the sandstorm's potency was lowering, as if the rage was subsiding. Then, Oskar came towards him, less shaken yet still frustrated. He neared, knelt aside him, and softly spoke to him.

"It's alright. I know that you might feel frustrated: I do. Y'know, that was not your fault, nor mine: I still trust you can defeat him. And besides, we got Plan B, remember? Let's go, the battle has not yet finished." Oskar stood up, patted his friend, and proceeded to return, Tyranitar's resolve was strengthened, and he was recovering slowly, but surely...

Looking at Gusto, he saw as how he was carefully planning his next move. He could not clearly deduct what he was thinking, but surely, he was capitulating on the slight advantage. At a moment's notice, Gusto uttered his next move to Persian. “All right, Persian, now..us...Sw...ft..tack!”, he spoke, but the words were muffled by the now-increasing sandstorm, once again regaining it's original potency. Persian, however, seemed not to pay attention, instead trusting on his instinct. He launched gooey balls of slime, nearing dangerously close to Tyranitar's head. The Pokemon, however, seemed not to care much about him: his first reflex, apparently, was to protect his trainer. He rushed right towards Oskar, and swiftly struck him with wild power, attempting to drive Oskar away from the effects of the move. Oskar felt as Tyranitar attacked him, pushing him away from the incoming projectiles. As Oskar turned around, he saw as Tyranitar was struck with the toxic bubbles, exploding near him. He saw as Tyranitar took a wild choice and an attack from his opponent only to defend him, a trait he never saw before in him. Always defiant, ever since he captured him as a wee Larvitar, he remembered the headaches that meant training him. And, just recently, he finally gained his trust. He had allowed Oskar to give him commands, although he only thought of himself as a battle machine. When Oskar looked at him, he knew it was to issue a command: at least, he had always thought of. And now, risking life and limb to protect his master; no, his friend...

Tyranitar was visibly affected by the stunning effect from the paralysis, and getting ever sickened by the poisoning. He could still stand, but he was growing weaker and weaker. He felt, however, that he had not betrayed his friend: he was, now more than ever, more confident. Oskar, on his part, still wounded by Tyranitar's wild attempt to protect him, chuckled.

"Shouldn't be going to the battle area. Gotta remind me of that. I can't believe it, though...he did that for me? I think that those months of care and straight eye-looking did their work. I must not drag this further...let's end this!!!"

Regaining his command pose, Oskar's eyes flamed with great determination. Tyranitar, still under the effects of poisoning and paralysis, crouched a bit, ready to attack at a moment's notice. Neither poison, not paralysis would stop him anymore. He'd take his body to the limits, and, above all, he would not fail this move. The sandstorm grew even fiercer, as if the master and the Pokemon's determination fueled the sandstorm's rage. Oskar's words were loud, and full of spirit...

"Tyranitar, use the technique that the ancient martial arts masters of Pokemon taught their Fighting colleagues. We trained long for this day. Now, it is time. Set to Hundred Arms Stance!!!"

In the same moment, Tyranitar crossed his arms, in almost perfectly parallel position. He moved his arms, forming an almost perfect full circle, and drawing mirages as they crossed the air. The stance finished by retracting the arms, ready to punch at a moment's notice. And, in the same moment, a howling voice emerged from the sandstorm...

"HUNDRED-ARMS POKEMON STANCE!!!!!!!! DYNAMIC!!!!!! FIST!!!!!!!"

Tyranitar slowly threw a punch, and then another, and then another, until a veritable flurry of fists flowed from him. He was driving his body, indeed, to the limits: despite the occasional looks of pain, and the occasional stunning of his arms, he didn't wanted to stop. He still moved on, despite the gradual weakening of his body due to the poisoning. If Persian were to fall unto such a furious attack, it would spell his end... And, if he did managed to survive, the pattern of blows would damage his mind, confusing him...

[Taco]

That little son of a bitch… Gusto thought, his fists clenched together, teeth gritted and eyes narrowed to a point in anger. He’s not paying any attention to me! That last attack should not have effected that pokemon at all! I ought to give that little kitten a scolding, once he gets back here… Indeed, although the tyranitar had already been paralyzed from the body slam the persian had delivered onto it earlier in the match, it had taken on this new sickness of the toxic balls of glob, as well. What angered Gusto even more was that his cat-like pokemon had delivered the attack while the trainer was standing right next his pokemon.

Although the enemy tyranitar had saved its trainer from the sickness, it had dealt Oskar a fist to his body, as well. Maybe that chain mail shirt did come in handy, Gusto thought grimly. At first it disheartened him that his pokemon would put one not directly participating in this battle in harm’s way. Then, however, he realized that TG Oskar had willingly gone to his pokemon’s side when it was hurt. Not to mention the behemoth of a pokemon’s first two attacks effected everyone in the general vicinity. This match is becoming a disaster for the city of Fuchsia as a whole, not just it’s Gym Leader. I hope the gym’s insurance covers natural disasters like these…

“Reeeeooooowwwwwwrrrr…..” Gusto could hear his pokemon growling dangerously, even over the howling wind. The persian had landed after the attack, and was in a position to pounce on its opponent. What’s he think he’s gonna do next?” Gusto glared at his pokemon.

“Get back here right now! You don’t act until I tell you to act!” The Gym Leader shouted across the way to his pokemon, who did not seem to hear at all over the sandstorm. Whether it was because the storm was too loud, or because the pokemon simply did not want to hear, Gusto could not tell. “GET BACK HERE!!” Damn, this is not gonna look good on TV… At that same moment, Oskar uttered another command to his tyranitar. The huge pokemon began to move its paws about in a circular pattern at blinding speeds, creating the illusion that there were more than two fists at any given time. Holy shit… this isn’t good… As Oskar uttered another, much louder command, Gusto tried once more to get his pokemon’s attention. “Get outta there, NOW!! He’s gonna kick your ass if you stay there!”

“PERRRRSIAN!!” the cat like pokemon pounced at its opponent, despite the barrage of punches it was throwing. Does he think he’s going to deliver another body slam while that tyranitar has his fists going likethat?! Gusto thought incredulously as he watched. The two pokemon collided, and it was an ugly site. The persian’s body got caught amongst the fists for several seconds, buffeted from one position in the air to another until it finally flew away from its enemy and landed in a pile on the ground. Somehow, the cat-like pokemon got up, but beyond the obvious, something was visibly wrong. The cat’s eyes spun, and its legs wobbled like a drunken buffoon’s. “Peeerrrrsssshhhun…” The persian moaned bewilderedly, just before it dove face first into a rock wall.

“Persian, return!” Gusto called to his pokemon, having begrudgingly picked its ball up from ruined street and presenting it to its tenant. The persian made no move to do so. “Dammit, return!” Gusto shouted angrily. What he got from the persian in response was a growl, and an extended paw in the air that might’ve been the pokemon’s attempt at “the bird,” before it fell on its face. Still, it managed to push itself back up once more. Whether it could actually perform one more attack was yet to be seen.This much was for sure: Gusto was not amused in the slightest.