"Alright..." Amber said, then thought to herself, 'Who am I to refuse?' she continued, "I accept!"
"How about a two on two?" he asked.
"Okay." she had exactly that many Pokèmon. She couldn't wait to try out her Persian. This guy looked pretty strong.
"I choose you, Quilava!" he said. He had not yet returned it, so it leapt out into a fighting stance.
"Okay, gooooo... PERSIAN!" she said. Persian also leaped out, growled, then also went into a fighting stance.
"Quilava, Quick Attack!!"
"Quiiiiil!" it ran quickly at Persian, ramming into it. Persian winced as it hit some of his burns.
"Persian, Scratch!"
He scratched the Quilava before it could jump away. Three red marks appeared on its face.
"Qu-quil..."
"Flamethrower!!!"
Quilava's back flared up, and it sent out a stream of flames once again.
Persian had formed a permanant fear and disliking of fire of any kind, remembering the Houndoom, and jumped away backwards as
far as he could. The flames died down before they reached him.
"Persian, Screech!"
A high pitched sound shrilled through the air. Amber and the other trainer both plugged their ears, and the Quilava ran around
like crazy.
"Quiiiiil! Laaaaa!"
"Tackle it hard!"
Quilava ran straight towards Persian and tackled him as hard as it could. Persian winced again.
"Persian, Slash!!!!"
The cat Pokèmon leaped towards Quilava and left three very long, deep red scratch marks.
"L-lava... quil... la..." the Quilava faltered, then fell over.
"Quilava! Quick get up!" the trainer shouted.
Quilava did not move.
"Urrrgh.... return!" he held out a Pokèball and it returned to its ball. "Okay, enough playing around. I choose you... Charmeleon!!!"
"How about a two on two?" he asked.
"Okay." she had exactly that many Pokèmon. She couldn't wait to try out her Persian. This guy looked pretty strong.
"I choose you, Quilava!" he said. He had not yet returned it, so it leapt out into a fighting stance.
"Okay, gooooo... PERSIAN!" she said. Persian also leaped out, growled, then also went into a fighting stance.
"Quilava, Quick Attack!!"
"Quiiiiil!" it ran quickly at Persian, ramming into it. Persian winced as it hit some of his burns.
"Persian, Scratch!"
He scratched the Quilava before it could jump away. Three red marks appeared on its face.
"Qu-quil..."
"Flamethrower!!!"
Quilava's back flared up, and it sent out a stream of flames once again.
Persian had formed a permanant fear and disliking of fire of any kind, remembering the Houndoom, and jumped away backwards as
far as he could. The flames died down before they reached him.
"Persian, Screech!"
A high pitched sound shrilled through the air. Amber and the other trainer both plugged their ears, and the Quilava ran around
like crazy.
"Quiiiiil! Laaaaa!"
"Tackle it hard!"
Quilava ran straight towards Persian and tackled him as hard as it could. Persian winced again.
"Persian, Slash!!!!"
The cat Pokèmon leaped towards Quilava and left three very long, deep red scratch marks.
"L-lava... quil... la..." the Quilava faltered, then fell over.
"Quilava! Quick get up!" the trainer shouted.
Quilava did not move.
"Urrrgh.... return!" he held out a Pokèball and it returned to its ball. "Okay, enough playing around. I choose you... Charmeleon!!!"