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A Grey life
Chapter 11: Beach Fight
You should know these things before reading my story
" " people speaking
( ) a person's thoughts
She had stood in hot sand all day now and frankly, she had grown tired of it. Trainers had arrived the entire day, alone or in groups. All with the same goal. To compete and win the tournament that she had set up.
She had nothing better to do than sit or stand and watch the people come and go to the booth she sat in. Trainers sure were in a group of their own. It seemed that many had very personal styles in both clothes and attitude.
"Name?"
She looked down at her watch who told her that the tournament would begin in less than ten minutes. The amount of people pleased her. A little more than 70 trainers had managed to find the place for the tournament. The low amount of combatants only made it easier for her. She just hoped she could find what she was searching for.
"Vincent Grey"
She looked over at the desk that stood in the opening of the booth to get a visual image of the person with the spoken name. She pushed down her black sunglasses to the tip of her nose and looked over the edge to get a clear view of the man in front of the desk.
"May I see you Pokédex please, sir?"
He wore a pair of rugged beige khaki pants with a black ball belt holding them up. But it wasn't the pants that made her look at him so thoroughly. Like every normal female, she knew a hot body when she saw it. And she was staring at one right now. The only words that came up in her mind to possibly describe what she saw were "Bodybuilder" But not really. She had seen bodybuilders and by comparison, this guy was relatively small and had a slim waist.
But it wasn't just his body that made her look at him. His lean face wore a very serious look. The look that people wanted to know the reason behind.
(Yes. He would be good.)
"Mark! The name of that one."
The man referred to as Mark threw a quick glance down at his papers before answering.
"Vincent Grey"
The registration had been a bit. unusual. Vincent had competed in several tournaments before but he had never had to sign a contract before entering one. This one made him sign one mostly about the prize in question. It said that if he won, he had to accept the prize and all that came with it.
(Probably just tax on the price money.) He paid no more attention to the subject. He could deal with it later on.
He walked over to a collection of rocks sticking out of the sand like teeth from a giant monster. Dropping his backpack at his side, he leaned his bare back on the rock and sat down in the sand, eying the trainers he could see. It could help him in the upcoming fights.
There was a respectable amount of trainers on the beach. There were trainers he had seen before, trainers who actually were quite good. There were a couple of young trainers who looked like they just had gotten their first Pokémon. Some of the young ones were foolish enough to have their Pokémon out of their capture balls for the world to see. Vincent noticed several Pidgeys and Rattatas, one small Raticate and some other low-level Pokémon.
Inexperienced trainers were not a threat. Slate could easily take on a team of six by himself and leave the battle without a scratch.
The real competition lay in the older trainers who had the experience and time to raise better Pokémon.
Sitting by the pointy rocks gave him the idea that he could see all the trainers. That idea was wrong.
"Well well! What do we have here?" The voice came from behind him. It was a voice he had heard before. A voice that he never thought he would hear again, and was fine with it.
"If it isn't our favourite beefcake himself. Vincent Grey. Coming to compete?"
Without even looking, he answered. "Hello Jak. No, I'm not here for the tournament, I just love watching people play in the sand" The sarcasm was oozing from every word. It wasn't the first time he had met Jak after their graduation. They had met a couple of times at tournaments usually bigger than this and at every occasion, Jak had fought Vincent. Either in the tournament or afterwards, but the outcome was always the same. Vincent won and Jak ran away with promises of him beating the crap out of Vincent someday.
"Thought so. You should cross your fingers that you don't have to fight me today, Vincent." He spoke very fast and with a strange tone in his voice.
Vincent looked up at him ".And why is that?"
"Just so you know Vincent, you have no chance in hell of beating me this time." He talked slowly and lower. It sounded like a threat.
(What's his problem?) Vincent stood up, just inches away from Jak's face and stared the taller right in the eyes.
"Just like you didn't win last time?"
Just as Jak opened his mouth, the large speakers on the roof of the booth came to life and started talking.
"Okay, trainers! Gather around!" Both Jak and Vincent turned their heads toward the sound where a fat man in a white shirt stood on a box and yelled in a mike.
"Come on people! Get over here!" He had the attention of everyone and people started drawing closer to where he stood. "Good, now I want you to form a line facing this way. Yes, a nice and long line along the beach, that's right!"
Not without hesitation, a line consisting of trainers began forming on the beach. Vincent put himself almost at the end of the line to the left. When the commotion had died and everyone was waiting for the next move, a woman picked up a megaphone and started talking.
"First of all, thank you all for coming here on this beautiful day. Secondly, I'm sad to say that not all of you are going to fight here today. Because of a staff shortage, we can only handle 32 combatants, no more." All of the trainers immediately became uneasy and started whispering to each other. However, the atmosphere was relatively calm.
"We are very sorry but we have to ask all of you who are under the age of fifteen to get out of the line." The atmosphere wasn't calm anymore. Curses were yelled and sighs were sighed at the same time as many trainers walked away.
"I have to ask those of you who don't get a paper to leave the line as well." The woman put down her megaphone and grabbed a cardboard box instead and walked up to the first person in the now incomplete line. Vincent watched as she looked at trainer after trainer and gave them something on a paper. Those who didn't get the paper walked away from the line. As she got closer, he could see that the ones that walked away didn't exactly have happy faces.
(What kind of a tournament is this?!)
The woman was right beside him now. The girl who stood next to Vincent walked away. Now the woman stood right in front of Vincent.
She was a bit taller than he was. He made an educated guess that she was about five foot eight compared to his five foot six. She had a brown ponytail sticking out the back of a black cap with a red logo in the front. He felt uneasy when she looked at him because she had a pair of sunglasses on. That way, he couldn't see where she looked. It was well known among guys that you wear sunglasses to the beach for two reasons. To look cool and to be able to spy at girls without them ever knowing that you look at them.
She looked at him from head to toe and said, "You're in." He was given a paper with two numbers, two and five.
The woman walked to the end of the line and picked the final fighter. Jak.
"The numbers you have tell you where and against who you are going to battle. So if you have the number one and three, you fight at arena 1 and against fighter number 4 on that arena. Now, follow these men to your respective arena." She pointed behind her towards four men with large numbers around their neck. Both Vincent and Jak steered their steps towards the second man.
They both looked at each other and Jak smiled. "I know I'll fight you Vincent. And I know I'll win."
Vincent looked ahead, not letting Jak get to him. "Sure. Whatever."
Soon, eight people had gathered at the second man and headed off for the arena behind the tall rocks where Vincent had his backpack. The man introduced himself as the judge of their arena and told them the rules. They were going to fight with a maximum of two Pokémon and items were not allowed. When you had lost a match, you were out of the competition while the winners fought each other until there was only one undefeated winner left.
"Any questions?" Vincent raised his hand "Yes?"
"Are the Pokémon allowed to wear weights in the battles?" The other trainers looked at Vincent probably thinking he was stupid, at least it looked that way.
"No. We have decided to use the same rules as during the Pokémon league and they are very strict when it comes to the use of items unless the Pokémon League accepts it. Like Cubone's Bone Club." He then looked over the others "Anyone else? No one. Good. Then, without further ado, let's get started!"
The fighters with the number one and two took their place on the arena. Jak was fighter number two. Much to his dismay, Vincent wasn't number one.
It was always good to watch a fight. You might learn something about your opponent and how to use certain Pokémon. But not in this case though. Jak was as predictable as a techno beat. He always did the same thing. In every fight, there he was, thinking that he was invincible and that his strategy was really great. It wasn't.
"Begin!" The referee had just made the signal.
"I choose you, Butterfree!"
(Oh god. Why fight at all? Jak's gonna win and I've never even seen that kid before! "I choose you Butterfree!"? No shit kid, I think that Butterfree is gonna notice anyhow.)
And just as Vincent had predicted, Jak pulled put the first Pokéball on his belt, enlarged it and tossed it onto the field in a flash of yellow light.
Standing three feet over the ground, Jak's Sandslash eyed its target flying back and forth over its head.
(Smart move, JAKass. Never heard that flying Pokémon are good against ground types? And you even got to decide after that kid had revealed his choice. Man, one could think you've trained for two months, not two years.) It angered Vincent to watch such poor strategy. Especially when Jak was as confident in himself as he was. Sure, Jak had his moments but this surely wasn't one of them.
"Sandslash, do a Swift attack!" Jak pointed with his entire arm at the Butterfree in the air above the field.
"Butterfree! Use your Whirlwind!" Both the Pokémon executed their attacks; Sandslash unleashed a barrage of stars at the bug looming above. The attack slowed Butterfree down a bit but after having gained its composure, it started flapping it's broad wings and sent powerful winds at the Sandslash.
(. I wish I had a pair o sunglasses.) Vincent shielded his eyes from the sand that whirled around him for what seemed like minutes. The attack was pointless, really. All it did was create a diversion for both Pokémon to hide. Heck, it was better for the Sandslash! The mouse Pokémon could find a place to hide, stay there, and let the sand give camouflage while the Butterfree couldn't hide because if it stopped flapping its wings, the diversion would be no more.
The winds settled and the sand took its place on the ground again. Butterfree was lower than before and it panted heavily. Sandslash, however, was nowhere to be seen. Jak had a smile that Vincent knew all too well. He had seen it on the Academy when Jak and Vincent fought. He had that exact smile whenever he had the advantage.
Butterfree hovered in the air as both itself and its trained stared intensely at the field that was now covered in a new, think layer of sand. The white lines that ranged the arena were now erased and so was Sandslash. Almost.
Before anyone could react, a pillar of sand rose beneath Butterfree and at the top of the pillar, was Sandslash. It got up behind the Bug and clung onto it's back, forcing it's wings to fold. Sandslashes aren't meant to fly. And neither are Butterfrees with Sandslashes on their back. So as soon as all the momentum had been lost in the ground type's jump, the two Pokémon fell to the ground. And Sandslash made sure that Butterfree was the one to take the hit.
"Butterfree, no!" The trainer both looked and sounded desperate. If Butterfree hit the ground, it most likely wouldn't have a chance of getting back up.
"Sandslash, don't let it go."
(One down, one to go.)
"Butterfree is unable to fight! The round goes to number 2!"
Fighter number 1 recalled his Butterfree and without hesitation, threw in another Pokémon. The Pokémon that the trainer thought was a worthy opponent to Sandslash was.
a Parasect?!
Vincent frowned (A bug trainer. On a beach? Yeah right.)
Thin, pointy legs were not a hit on a place when the ground is loose and easy to sink into. And the freshly stirred up sand was very easy to sink into.
"Poison Powder!" But then again. Maybe the Parasect didn't have to move?
A thick purple began to seep out from underneath the mushroom head on the bug and completely surrounded the air around the uninjured Sandslash. It couldn't avoid breathing it in and as soon as the toxic powder had dissipated, Sandshrews face was contorted in pain.
"Hang in there Sandslash and Slash that bug!" Still in pain, Sandslash charged over the arena to slash the living bajeezus out of whatever had caused the poison in it. Parasect couldn't do much more then just stand and watch as the mad mouse ran at it with claws ready.
It did have to move. And now would be a very, very good time! The shrew reached Parasect and reared back it's right arm to strike while the bug could only brace itself for the impact. But instead of slashing at it, it slammed its entire forearm into the Parasect and sent it flying only to land on it's back a few yards away. It didn't move at all, just lay there. Its legs hung limp and its eyes were closed.
Either Jak had been putting his Pokémon, or just Sandslash, through some really extensive training, or that was a really weak and really light Parasect. Vincent was surprised either way.
"Great job Sandslash. Now use Fury Swipes on it!"
Vincent looked over to Jak, who was all excited (What? You're praising your Pokémon when he didn't do as you said he should? Do I sense a rebel in Sandslash? I think I do.)
But there was something not totally right. When that kid's Butterfree had been knocked to the ground, he yelled at it. But now, when his Parasect got slapped five yards, he didn't say a word. He just stood there, with a face that looked like someone had just told him a joke that he desperately didn't want to laugh at. Even though it was the funniest thing he had ever heard in his life.
Sandslash walked over to the knocked out Parasect that had it's back towards Sandslash. The mouse hunched over to look at its face with claws ready to strike at every movement, no matter how small it may be. The bug's face lay still and lifeless. The eyes were shut and the mouth hung open. Sandslash stood up straight and lowered its claws.
"Now!" The trainer yelled out with all he could muster and Parasect immediately came to life. It threw itself at Sandslash and grabbed hold of it with its legs. Making it unable to use its dreaded claws.
"Giga Drain!" Parasect began sucking the fight out of Sandslash and combined with the poison it all came to and end very fast. Sandslash fell to the ground still with Parasect wrapped around it.
"Sandslash is down! The round goes to number 1!"
(Well well. looks like Jak might have a challenge after all.) God he hated being wrong. Good thing no one knew his previous presumption.
Jak had his right hand to his ball belt a few seconds before making his choice. It was big, blue and had a tail. It was a Nidoqueen.
"Nidoqueen! Body Slam!"
"Get out of the way and Slash it!" The rather bulky Nidoqueen wasn't what you can say agile but apparently, Parasect was. When Nidoqueen was in the air, it slid to the side and made the queen land with a loud thud in the sand while Parasect slashed it over and over again. Nidoqueen got up as fast as it could but when it did, it had already taken three or four powerful slashes from Parasect.
It winched as it got up and glared at Parasect, who had jumped away a bit.
"Poison Powder." Again, the Parasect unleashed a purple cloud right into the face of its enemy.
(Poison a Poison type? Good luck.) Vincent looked over to Jak, who suddenly had a smile on his face.
"Earthquake, Nidoqueen!" The large Poison type jumped up high up in the air, only to come back down with devastating force. The ground shook violently for a few seconds and the force of the move made several of the other trainers topple over. Parasect was flung in the air by the shockwave and landed on its head rather badly but got on its legs quickly.
The two Pokémon both did nothing. They just stood there and stared at each other at the same time as they caught their breath. Both of them were tired. One or two moves could finish it all.
Then Jak yelled, "Mud slap!" Nidoqueen threw a handful of sand right in Parasects face and it clawed desperately to get its vision back.
"Forget about the sand and do a Leech Seed attack! It hasn't moved yet!" Parasect shot out the seeds as fast as it could in the direction of Nidoqueen. The seeds struck their target and sprouted vines that started to wrap around Nidoqueen and zap the life out of it.
Nidoqueen struggled but it was too tired and weak to get out of the vines grasp. It fell to the ground. Unconscious.
"Nidoqueen has fainted! The round and match goes to fighter number 1!"
Both of the trainers recalled their Pokémon and left the battlefield. Jak headed straight for his backpack behind Vincent and hissed between clenched teeth "Don't say a word, Grey. Not a word."
"Looks to me like I don't have to. Are you leaving already?"
"No, I'm not. I have to wait for someone so don't think I'll stick around here and watch you lose. I'm gone." He turned around and walked away, leaving Vincent waiting for his own match.
As always, tell me what you think! I need the ego boost. -___- / Yorun
A Grey life
Chapter 11: Beach Fight
You should know these things before reading my story
" " people speaking
( ) a person's thoughts
She had stood in hot sand all day now and frankly, she had grown tired of it. Trainers had arrived the entire day, alone or in groups. All with the same goal. To compete and win the tournament that she had set up.
She had nothing better to do than sit or stand and watch the people come and go to the booth she sat in. Trainers sure were in a group of their own. It seemed that many had very personal styles in both clothes and attitude.
"Name?"
She looked down at her watch who told her that the tournament would begin in less than ten minutes. The amount of people pleased her. A little more than 70 trainers had managed to find the place for the tournament. The low amount of combatants only made it easier for her. She just hoped she could find what she was searching for.
"Vincent Grey"
She looked over at the desk that stood in the opening of the booth to get a visual image of the person with the spoken name. She pushed down her black sunglasses to the tip of her nose and looked over the edge to get a clear view of the man in front of the desk.
"May I see you Pokédex please, sir?"
He wore a pair of rugged beige khaki pants with a black ball belt holding them up. But it wasn't the pants that made her look at him so thoroughly. Like every normal female, she knew a hot body when she saw it. And she was staring at one right now. The only words that came up in her mind to possibly describe what she saw were "Bodybuilder" But not really. She had seen bodybuilders and by comparison, this guy was relatively small and had a slim waist.
But it wasn't just his body that made her look at him. His lean face wore a very serious look. The look that people wanted to know the reason behind.
(Yes. He would be good.)
"Mark! The name of that one."
The man referred to as Mark threw a quick glance down at his papers before answering.
"Vincent Grey"
The registration had been a bit. unusual. Vincent had competed in several tournaments before but he had never had to sign a contract before entering one. This one made him sign one mostly about the prize in question. It said that if he won, he had to accept the prize and all that came with it.
(Probably just tax on the price money.) He paid no more attention to the subject. He could deal with it later on.
He walked over to a collection of rocks sticking out of the sand like teeth from a giant monster. Dropping his backpack at his side, he leaned his bare back on the rock and sat down in the sand, eying the trainers he could see. It could help him in the upcoming fights.
There was a respectable amount of trainers on the beach. There were trainers he had seen before, trainers who actually were quite good. There were a couple of young trainers who looked like they just had gotten their first Pokémon. Some of the young ones were foolish enough to have their Pokémon out of their capture balls for the world to see. Vincent noticed several Pidgeys and Rattatas, one small Raticate and some other low-level Pokémon.
Inexperienced trainers were not a threat. Slate could easily take on a team of six by himself and leave the battle without a scratch.
The real competition lay in the older trainers who had the experience and time to raise better Pokémon.
Sitting by the pointy rocks gave him the idea that he could see all the trainers. That idea was wrong.
"Well well! What do we have here?" The voice came from behind him. It was a voice he had heard before. A voice that he never thought he would hear again, and was fine with it.
"If it isn't our favourite beefcake himself. Vincent Grey. Coming to compete?"
Without even looking, he answered. "Hello Jak. No, I'm not here for the tournament, I just love watching people play in the sand" The sarcasm was oozing from every word. It wasn't the first time he had met Jak after their graduation. They had met a couple of times at tournaments usually bigger than this and at every occasion, Jak had fought Vincent. Either in the tournament or afterwards, but the outcome was always the same. Vincent won and Jak ran away with promises of him beating the crap out of Vincent someday.
"Thought so. You should cross your fingers that you don't have to fight me today, Vincent." He spoke very fast and with a strange tone in his voice.
Vincent looked up at him ".And why is that?"
"Just so you know Vincent, you have no chance in hell of beating me this time." He talked slowly and lower. It sounded like a threat.
(What's his problem?) Vincent stood up, just inches away from Jak's face and stared the taller right in the eyes.
"Just like you didn't win last time?"
Just as Jak opened his mouth, the large speakers on the roof of the booth came to life and started talking.
"Okay, trainers! Gather around!" Both Jak and Vincent turned their heads toward the sound where a fat man in a white shirt stood on a box and yelled in a mike.
"Come on people! Get over here!" He had the attention of everyone and people started drawing closer to where he stood. "Good, now I want you to form a line facing this way. Yes, a nice and long line along the beach, that's right!"
Not without hesitation, a line consisting of trainers began forming on the beach. Vincent put himself almost at the end of the line to the left. When the commotion had died and everyone was waiting for the next move, a woman picked up a megaphone and started talking.
"First of all, thank you all for coming here on this beautiful day. Secondly, I'm sad to say that not all of you are going to fight here today. Because of a staff shortage, we can only handle 32 combatants, no more." All of the trainers immediately became uneasy and started whispering to each other. However, the atmosphere was relatively calm.
"We are very sorry but we have to ask all of you who are under the age of fifteen to get out of the line." The atmosphere wasn't calm anymore. Curses were yelled and sighs were sighed at the same time as many trainers walked away.
"I have to ask those of you who don't get a paper to leave the line as well." The woman put down her megaphone and grabbed a cardboard box instead and walked up to the first person in the now incomplete line. Vincent watched as she looked at trainer after trainer and gave them something on a paper. Those who didn't get the paper walked away from the line. As she got closer, he could see that the ones that walked away didn't exactly have happy faces.
(What kind of a tournament is this?!)
The woman was right beside him now. The girl who stood next to Vincent walked away. Now the woman stood right in front of Vincent.
She was a bit taller than he was. He made an educated guess that she was about five foot eight compared to his five foot six. She had a brown ponytail sticking out the back of a black cap with a red logo in the front. He felt uneasy when she looked at him because she had a pair of sunglasses on. That way, he couldn't see where she looked. It was well known among guys that you wear sunglasses to the beach for two reasons. To look cool and to be able to spy at girls without them ever knowing that you look at them.
She looked at him from head to toe and said, "You're in." He was given a paper with two numbers, two and five.
The woman walked to the end of the line and picked the final fighter. Jak.
"The numbers you have tell you where and against who you are going to battle. So if you have the number one and three, you fight at arena 1 and against fighter number 4 on that arena. Now, follow these men to your respective arena." She pointed behind her towards four men with large numbers around their neck. Both Vincent and Jak steered their steps towards the second man.
They both looked at each other and Jak smiled. "I know I'll fight you Vincent. And I know I'll win."
Vincent looked ahead, not letting Jak get to him. "Sure. Whatever."
Soon, eight people had gathered at the second man and headed off for the arena behind the tall rocks where Vincent had his backpack. The man introduced himself as the judge of their arena and told them the rules. They were going to fight with a maximum of two Pokémon and items were not allowed. When you had lost a match, you were out of the competition while the winners fought each other until there was only one undefeated winner left.
"Any questions?" Vincent raised his hand "Yes?"
"Are the Pokémon allowed to wear weights in the battles?" The other trainers looked at Vincent probably thinking he was stupid, at least it looked that way.
"No. We have decided to use the same rules as during the Pokémon league and they are very strict when it comes to the use of items unless the Pokémon League accepts it. Like Cubone's Bone Club." He then looked over the others "Anyone else? No one. Good. Then, without further ado, let's get started!"
The fighters with the number one and two took their place on the arena. Jak was fighter number two. Much to his dismay, Vincent wasn't number one.
It was always good to watch a fight. You might learn something about your opponent and how to use certain Pokémon. But not in this case though. Jak was as predictable as a techno beat. He always did the same thing. In every fight, there he was, thinking that he was invincible and that his strategy was really great. It wasn't.
"Begin!" The referee had just made the signal.
"I choose you, Butterfree!"
(Oh god. Why fight at all? Jak's gonna win and I've never even seen that kid before! "I choose you Butterfree!"? No shit kid, I think that Butterfree is gonna notice anyhow.)
And just as Vincent had predicted, Jak pulled put the first Pokéball on his belt, enlarged it and tossed it onto the field in a flash of yellow light.
Standing three feet over the ground, Jak's Sandslash eyed its target flying back and forth over its head.
(Smart move, JAKass. Never heard that flying Pokémon are good against ground types? And you even got to decide after that kid had revealed his choice. Man, one could think you've trained for two months, not two years.) It angered Vincent to watch such poor strategy. Especially when Jak was as confident in himself as he was. Sure, Jak had his moments but this surely wasn't one of them.
"Sandslash, do a Swift attack!" Jak pointed with his entire arm at the Butterfree in the air above the field.
"Butterfree! Use your Whirlwind!" Both the Pokémon executed their attacks; Sandslash unleashed a barrage of stars at the bug looming above. The attack slowed Butterfree down a bit but after having gained its composure, it started flapping it's broad wings and sent powerful winds at the Sandslash.
(. I wish I had a pair o sunglasses.) Vincent shielded his eyes from the sand that whirled around him for what seemed like minutes. The attack was pointless, really. All it did was create a diversion for both Pokémon to hide. Heck, it was better for the Sandslash! The mouse Pokémon could find a place to hide, stay there, and let the sand give camouflage while the Butterfree couldn't hide because if it stopped flapping its wings, the diversion would be no more.
The winds settled and the sand took its place on the ground again. Butterfree was lower than before and it panted heavily. Sandslash, however, was nowhere to be seen. Jak had a smile that Vincent knew all too well. He had seen it on the Academy when Jak and Vincent fought. He had that exact smile whenever he had the advantage.
Butterfree hovered in the air as both itself and its trained stared intensely at the field that was now covered in a new, think layer of sand. The white lines that ranged the arena were now erased and so was Sandslash. Almost.
Before anyone could react, a pillar of sand rose beneath Butterfree and at the top of the pillar, was Sandslash. It got up behind the Bug and clung onto it's back, forcing it's wings to fold. Sandslashes aren't meant to fly. And neither are Butterfrees with Sandslashes on their back. So as soon as all the momentum had been lost in the ground type's jump, the two Pokémon fell to the ground. And Sandslash made sure that Butterfree was the one to take the hit.
"Butterfree, no!" The trainer both looked and sounded desperate. If Butterfree hit the ground, it most likely wouldn't have a chance of getting back up.
"Sandslash, don't let it go."
(One down, one to go.)
"Butterfree is unable to fight! The round goes to number 2!"
Fighter number 1 recalled his Butterfree and without hesitation, threw in another Pokémon. The Pokémon that the trainer thought was a worthy opponent to Sandslash was.
a Parasect?!
Vincent frowned (A bug trainer. On a beach? Yeah right.)
Thin, pointy legs were not a hit on a place when the ground is loose and easy to sink into. And the freshly stirred up sand was very easy to sink into.
"Poison Powder!" But then again. Maybe the Parasect didn't have to move?
A thick purple began to seep out from underneath the mushroom head on the bug and completely surrounded the air around the uninjured Sandslash. It couldn't avoid breathing it in and as soon as the toxic powder had dissipated, Sandshrews face was contorted in pain.
"Hang in there Sandslash and Slash that bug!" Still in pain, Sandslash charged over the arena to slash the living bajeezus out of whatever had caused the poison in it. Parasect couldn't do much more then just stand and watch as the mad mouse ran at it with claws ready.
It did have to move. And now would be a very, very good time! The shrew reached Parasect and reared back it's right arm to strike while the bug could only brace itself for the impact. But instead of slashing at it, it slammed its entire forearm into the Parasect and sent it flying only to land on it's back a few yards away. It didn't move at all, just lay there. Its legs hung limp and its eyes were closed.
Either Jak had been putting his Pokémon, or just Sandslash, through some really extensive training, or that was a really weak and really light Parasect. Vincent was surprised either way.
"Great job Sandslash. Now use Fury Swipes on it!"
Vincent looked over to Jak, who was all excited (What? You're praising your Pokémon when he didn't do as you said he should? Do I sense a rebel in Sandslash? I think I do.)
But there was something not totally right. When that kid's Butterfree had been knocked to the ground, he yelled at it. But now, when his Parasect got slapped five yards, he didn't say a word. He just stood there, with a face that looked like someone had just told him a joke that he desperately didn't want to laugh at. Even though it was the funniest thing he had ever heard in his life.
Sandslash walked over to the knocked out Parasect that had it's back towards Sandslash. The mouse hunched over to look at its face with claws ready to strike at every movement, no matter how small it may be. The bug's face lay still and lifeless. The eyes were shut and the mouth hung open. Sandslash stood up straight and lowered its claws.
"Now!" The trainer yelled out with all he could muster and Parasect immediately came to life. It threw itself at Sandslash and grabbed hold of it with its legs. Making it unable to use its dreaded claws.
"Giga Drain!" Parasect began sucking the fight out of Sandslash and combined with the poison it all came to and end very fast. Sandslash fell to the ground still with Parasect wrapped around it.
"Sandslash is down! The round goes to number 1!"
(Well well. looks like Jak might have a challenge after all.) God he hated being wrong. Good thing no one knew his previous presumption.
Jak had his right hand to his ball belt a few seconds before making his choice. It was big, blue and had a tail. It was a Nidoqueen.
"Nidoqueen! Body Slam!"
"Get out of the way and Slash it!" The rather bulky Nidoqueen wasn't what you can say agile but apparently, Parasect was. When Nidoqueen was in the air, it slid to the side and made the queen land with a loud thud in the sand while Parasect slashed it over and over again. Nidoqueen got up as fast as it could but when it did, it had already taken three or four powerful slashes from Parasect.
It winched as it got up and glared at Parasect, who had jumped away a bit.
"Poison Powder." Again, the Parasect unleashed a purple cloud right into the face of its enemy.
(Poison a Poison type? Good luck.) Vincent looked over to Jak, who suddenly had a smile on his face.
"Earthquake, Nidoqueen!" The large Poison type jumped up high up in the air, only to come back down with devastating force. The ground shook violently for a few seconds and the force of the move made several of the other trainers topple over. Parasect was flung in the air by the shockwave and landed on its head rather badly but got on its legs quickly.
The two Pokémon both did nothing. They just stood there and stared at each other at the same time as they caught their breath. Both of them were tired. One or two moves could finish it all.
Then Jak yelled, "Mud slap!" Nidoqueen threw a handful of sand right in Parasects face and it clawed desperately to get its vision back.
"Forget about the sand and do a Leech Seed attack! It hasn't moved yet!" Parasect shot out the seeds as fast as it could in the direction of Nidoqueen. The seeds struck their target and sprouted vines that started to wrap around Nidoqueen and zap the life out of it.
Nidoqueen struggled but it was too tired and weak to get out of the vines grasp. It fell to the ground. Unconscious.
"Nidoqueen has fainted! The round and match goes to fighter number 1!"
Both of the trainers recalled their Pokémon and left the battlefield. Jak headed straight for his backpack behind Vincent and hissed between clenched teeth "Don't say a word, Grey. Not a word."
"Looks to me like I don't have to. Are you leaving already?"
"No, I'm not. I have to wait for someone so don't think I'll stick around here and watch you lose. I'm gone." He turned around and walked away, leaving Vincent waiting for his own match.
As always, tell me what you think! I need the ego boost. -___- / Yorun