Disclaimer: Pokemon does not belong to me it belongs to the geniuses at Nintendo.
EDITI realized, that as my characters evolved, I needed to go re-write some earlier chapters, so I read through from the beginning and decided the first chapter especially needed an over-haul. So enjoy. I'll be editing and rewriting some parts of chapters 1, 2 and 5. That is all for now. /EDIT
It was a nice day in the Ilex forest, it was passably warm, not too cold and not too hot. The sky, what little bits and pieces of it could be seen through the densely packed trees, was a lovely shade of bright blue. A nice breeze that managed to make it past the thick rows of trees ruffled the long grass on the sides of the forest path where several trainers were working with their pokemon, battling the rag-tag groups of bug and water type pokemon that called the forest home. The old man had been kept busy for most of the day, teaching prospective trainer's pokemon the move headbutt, and now trees lining the path bore evidence of the move's practice. It was in a section of grass that wasn't quite tall enough to house wild pokemon, a few steps off the beaten path that two brothers were facing each other down.
"You sure you're ready for this little brother?" One asked the other, hands nonchalantly stuffed in his pockets. His black and gray pokemon standing with all four paws spread out, giving him the advantage to move quickly. The other trainer growled, annoyed.
"Don't act so high and mighty, Mike, you're only five minutes older than me." His pokemon was a dark navy bird and it cawed in agreement with its trainer. Clutching against the ground with its sharp talons, the Swellow pushed itself into the air beginning a graceful arc up to the tree tops. Both brothers watched its ascent, the gray pokemon crouched, slightly bending his legs and balancing lightly on his paws. He didn't need his trainer to tell him that he would have to be fast, the swallow was currently out of his reach, but that would change. He would need to dodge the pokemon's attacks while quickly counter-attacking back. The swallow reached the peak of its climb and paused for a moment, awaiting the attack order. The swellow's trainer narrowed his eyes at his brother, not even bothering to glance at his pokemon, he opened his mouth to issue the first order of the battle.
"WWWaaaaiiiitttt!" A shout snapped through the tension filled air and caused all four combatants to look at the source. A small brown and white feathered bird was dashing as fast as its webbed feet could carry it toward them, it cut across the battle field, wailing as loud as it could, disappearing into a clump of bushes. The elder brother raised an eyebrow. And seconds later the mystery of who had actually yelled 'wait' was solved. Several young trainers raced after the Farfetch'd, they didn't look like they had been training for more than a few months at most, weeks at least. But all three of them sprinted across the makeshift battle field and dived into the bushes after the fleeing pokemon. The sounds of the chase soon faded into the afternoon.
"Bluster use aerial ace!" The younger brother wasted no time in beginning the battle after the small distraction had gone. The large navy blue bird dove lighting quick toward its opponent. Angling itself so that its beak slashed across the gray furred chest, the Swellow made to swoop back into the sky out of range. The opposing trainer, Mike, aimed to not let that happen. He snapped his orders out to his pokemon as quickly as he could lest the Swellow escape into the sky.
"Bite quickly! Don't let 'em get away!" Powerful jaws clamped heavily around the Swellow's right wing and with a flick of the head, the bird was ripped backward and thrown heavily to the ground. The Swellow rolled head over heels back from the force of the throw, it dug its talons into the ground and skidded several feet, opening its wings to slow itself down, tucking its head into its white feathered chest as its opponent bounded forward, fanged jaws open for a follow-up bite attack.
"Confuse him with double team Bluster." Bluster's trainer, Connor, a boy the exact same age as his opponent, but as mentioned, unfortunately five minutes younger, was already moving for a defensive measure. With a flap of the wings one swellow turned into several. The gray muzzle snapped closed around the neck of a swellow that disappeared as soon as the jaws began to close, leaving the attacking pokemon momentarily befuddled. The opponent leaped back, landing on its four black paws a short distance away to eye the multiple Swellows angrily. Mike knew the perfect counter and took little time to implement it.
"Odor Sleuth, Pirate! Find the real one and then go for another bite attack." The yellow eyes narrowed, closed and the gray muzzle pointed to the sky and sniffed deeply. The swellows cawed and shifted before launching themselves into the air heeding their trainer's call.
"Like we're gonna wait around for that! Steel wing, Bluster!" The multiple swellows' wings glowed white and the large bird dove back toward the gray and black canine. The yellow eyes snapped open, just as the bird was about to strike, the target dove to the side, pivoted on a paw and, jaws gaping, launched itself toward the left most swellow. The Swellow had no time to dodge as the eighty-one pound pokemon slammed into it, teeth sinking into the feathered wing joint. The fake swellows disappeared in the attack and the real one beat its remaining wing frantically against the ground.
With a flick of the head, the navy bird was sent tumbling head over tail into a conveniently placed tree. It struggled to regain its footing, finally managing to stand, one wing dragging weakly on the ground, not broken but definitely not useable. Connor was far from letting this match be over. Bluster might not have the advantage of the skies anymore, but he had plenty of other skills yet to be used. And there was no way either Connor or Bluster was just going to give up, not to Mike.
"Bluster! Come on! Quick attack, we got to stay in this!" The Swellow puffed itself up and cawed as it gathered the strength for the frontal assault. It quickly threw itself at the opposing pokemon, causing a slight bit of damage, Pirate had been hit with a strong aerial ace and the metal wing had done some damage to the mouth that had caught it but the opponent, frustratingly, easily brushed off the quick-attack. Mike smirked, time to finish the fight. Bluster was, after all, tired one more good strong attack and he'd go down.
"Alright, let's finish this Pirate! Fire Fang!" He called confidently. The white teeth became framed in flames as the gray and black pokemon leaped at the swellow. The tired out bird type had no energy left to dodge much beyond attempting to jump backward. Despite the attempt, the teeth once again clamped onto the swellow's wing. The flames flickered out burning the feathers on the wing and singing the ones on the neck and chest. The swellow cried out, stumbled further back, fell and was unable to muster the strength to climb to its feet. Connor clenched his fists angrily but was forced to recall Bluster to its pokeball and admit defeat.
Author's Notes:
Welcome to the wonderful world of Born to Battle, a series of one-shots that are centered around pokemon battling, of any kind. Therefore, a battle a chapter is guaranteed. I have a small group of original trainers I will introduce as the series progresses. The main characters that the series revolves around are three trainers, two of which are introduced in this chapter, the third will be in the next chapter.
Born to Battle was originally and still is a way for me to work on and improve my writing, thus many of the early chapters may be reworked time and again. Just think of BTB as always being in a state of construction. BUT! To make it interesting to YOU, the reader; I've decided to add a couple things:
Let's play a game! Its old school too: Who's that Pokemon? Name the second pokemon in this battle. In up-coming battles I won't directly name the pokemon but leave physical descriptions, and attack clues as to its identity. In the review for the chapter guess the pokemon and in the author notes for the next chapter, I'll post the pokemon name. There's no prize…sorry, but I figured it would be more interesting. A bit of audience participation if you will.
If you have an oc, pokemon team, or just want to see my take on a pokemon battle, pm me the details and I might use them in a chapter, be warned, your oc might not make it into a chapter and even then might not walk away the victor. I will give credit for someone's oc if I use them. See chapter 6+7 for more details.
Well, that's all. Hopefully this will be fun for everyone…or at least me. Since my life has picked up, I can no longer keep up with my original once a week up-date plan. So it'll be more like once a month. But this way, I get to read over each one and not feel so rushed to get 'em out. So hopefully, though the quantity has gone down, the quality will go up! So consider this me being off hiatus(finally)…albeit tentatively. ~Illusion-Factory