A Basield ran at his opponent with determination in his eyes. The Sceptile was wearing a Black Belt around its midsection and looked on at his student with a lazy look.
"Hra!" The Grass type growled, jumping high and attempting to downward hook his mentor with arm leaves oozing out an aura of toxin.
The Poison Leaf was blocked with expert skill by the older, faster Sceptile, who had brought up his shimmering arm blades to block the move with Protect.
Quick as a flash, the fully evolved Hoenn Starter used Low Sweep, slamming into the Basield, who couldn't block and got thrown through a dead tree, crashing through it and sliding on the forest grass.
Ignoring the bruising on his shields and right thigh, the Basield used another tactic, rushing at his mentor at full speed, aiming to get close enough.
The Sceptile looked on for a while and readied himself to counter anything his student threw at him; he had to admit that the Grass Type had learnt some very interesting moves to say the least. He knew that Basield and the rest of their line excelled more in Special Attacks, like most Grass Types did, but to be a Shadow of the Forest, one had to strike. Fast. This Basield for that... reason had abandoned his Special attacks and focused on close quarters combat, limiting his strength.
The Basield stopped right in front of his mentor and spun around, his arm shields gaining a light green glow.
Razor Leaf. The Aceptile assumed, grabbing hold of his student and bracing to return the hit. He was getting tired of this.
But it wasn't a Razor Leaf. The glow quickly spread to the Pokémon's entire being before he grew double the size, radiating golden energy as he did so, before shrinking back down a bit.
The Rapid Growth hit his mentor hard , but alas it was only a grass type move. Crossing his arms, the Sceptile used X-Scissor, cutting through his student's move like a hot knife though butter before stopping just short of slicing the Grass Type into four pieces.
Landing on the ground with a 'thump', his sap tinted blood oozing out from his nearly fatal wounds, the Basield heard it. It was a voice he had been longing to hear.
His Shadow.
Survive! Survive! Survive! Survive! Survive! POISON LEAF!
With his Overgrow kicking in, the blood stopped flowing and his body automatically used Rapid Growth, healing the worst of his wounds as well as buffing him up. The Basield flipped back up and slashed a Poison Leaf across his teacher's midsection, cutting off his Black Belt and leaving a gash that had quickly become infected with the poisonous ooze.
"Gyuh!" His mentor grunted, feeling the poison flowing quickly thorough his system.
With his Black Belt gone and his student having his second wind, he couldn't rely on holding back. He had heard what he had done to other sprouts his age, and none of them were pretty images. He had.. To break him.
Wordlessly, he extended his blades and countered with a swift Psycho Cut, clashing with a Fury Cutter. The two exchanged blocks and parries, silently clashing over and over again in the light of the rising sun, sometimes with a Poison Leaf here, a Leaf Blade there, and some Protects and Razor Leaves here and there.
Soon, there were spectatora watching the spectacle from the trees around them; Feral Emolga, Rattata and the like. The ones that were of the most concern where the unseen and unheard ones; other Shadows of the Forest who were smirking and probably even placing bets on who was going to win.
"GROOOH!" The Basield roared primally, releasing a Leaf Tornado, sweeping in his weakened mentor in a vortex of sharp leaves pulled from the grass and stiffened with Energy.
"Hnnng!" His mentor groaned, evading out of the tornado with Agility. With his increased speed, he slammed in two Fury Cutters in quick succession, before giving him a third one as an uppercut...
...But he had underestimated his student's reaction time, as he dodged the uppercut with a back flip, giving the Sceptile a solid kick to the chin.
Getting a bit angrier now, the grass type vanished as his body split to form six Sceptile that were all blurring slightly.
His student couldn't see through the Double Team, so he had decided to take the chance he had given himself he and the rest of the copies launched forward, each with a clenched and glowing fist ready to deliver a Brick Break of pain.
Smirking, his student spun around while fully straightening out his tail horizontally-
Survive! Survive! IRON TAIL!
- and slammed his shimmering steel tail into all of the Sceptiles, dissipating the fakes and slashing the real one across the face.
He recoiled in pain but quickly recovered and used X-Scissor and Extremespeed in tandem, working his way through his student in the blink of an eye.
Without warning, a Brick Break wasrammedinto the fallen Basield's back, earning a groan of pain.
Seeing as his work was done and his student had 'learned' enough for the day, the Sceptile picked up his Black Belt, retied it and used Quick Attack to dash away to somewhere he could get a few Pechas to cure him of his poison.
Before he did that though, he looked back at the mess that was his student and shook his head.
That boy will not... CANNOT be broken... He is one of a kind...
He is a Clash-of-mind...
This is probably just a one-shot of a battle between two Pokémon in a secret society of ninjas that went over in my head. Sorry that I ain't posting other stories; real life and an actual job occupied my time. This just came to me around 11:43 am, and I still have energy to go for more.
Ps. The Basield belongs to the creator(s) of Pokémon Vega.