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.
VS 
