[center][h2][color=gold]Gleampier[/color][/h2][/center] 

[@Xan the G][@Eklispe]

With the combined efforts of Houndour and Budew, the wet environment was no more. The repeated Embers from Rook converted the hallway into a sauna, turning water to steam. The Budew, with its increased size, began to draw in all remaining forms of water. Steam, groundwater, and droplets alike streamed into the Pokémon’s body. Ribbons of blue were drawn to its feet and elongated petals, feeding the viridian sheen of his physique. When all was cleared, the Poliwag had been revealed and Magikarp could do little else than flounder in place.

[color=f9ad81]“Karp?”[/color]

[color=004b80]“Poliwag?”[/color]

The two trainers appeared worried for the first time, making exaggerated, stretched facial expressions and flaunting their crooked, flexing arms.

[color=f26522]“My speed! Oh no bro!”[/color]

[color=fff200]“They can do that?!”[/color]

Chuck, the blonde-haired sailor, appeared to overcome his frustrations quickly. He took a wide-legged stance and returned his keen eyes from the environment to the battlefield.

[color=fff200]“Broseidon! Jump on that Budew!”[/color]

The Poliwag did what he was told, bounding to and fro in a zigzag formation toward the Budew. Havoc would notice it was much less coordinated than it was on water, reeling on its heels and often using the top of its head to bounce from place to place. It was a goofy, yet unorthodox and possibly difficult to predict movement. The Magikarp remained in place, flailing about but still appearing as viscous as ever. Its scales shined as daggers that slice. Its eyes stared as windows that did not feel.

And from the corner of your eye, you would note an approaching, blue humanoid at slow but foreboding pace. Its bare feet collided with the hardwood floor of the hallway. Thunderous echoes sounded off its pace. As a steam train, it began to grow momentum as he was approaching Budew.

[color=39b54a]“MAAAAAACHOP!”[/color]

[@BlueSky44]

[color=brown]“Oh no, bros!”[/color]

Buck, the brown-haired sailor, took a concerned glance in the direction of his other two brothers from other mothers. They were having difficulty in their battles. He took to his beard as he often did. Stroking the fine, curly hairs, the sailor mumbled to himself. He slid his palms against the side of his face and smacked his temples, continuing to mutter. Returning his gaze to Machop, his shoulders square, it appeared he’d made up his mind.

The tackle made solid connection with the square of Machop’s back. It sent him stumbling forward, not knocked over but working to catch his balance. The trainer found his opportunity in these moments. 

[color=brown]“Brohammed Ali, keep running! Do it for the squad!”[/color]

The Machop obliged, using the acquired momentum to take heavy steps in the direction of Budew. It began stumbling at first and you believed it to be tripping over its own feet, but the Superpower Pokémon was sure to stay on its path. Head low and arms angled, it began its attack toward your allies. Was there a way to stop the biological steam train?

[color=39b54a]“MAAAAAACHOP!”[/color]