Better and Tougher, the Real Adventures
Odyssey of an Enemy
Chapter 6:Enamored with Rock Armour
"Male!" shouted in disgust the angry voice of Tessa, the lesbian gym leader with a male hatred (And for all you young-ins, that defines what a dyke is. See, that's why it's rated PG. It guides you, maybe better than your parents do.) "Do you honestly think you can overcome my feminine might?"
Mark blinked, she sounded so confident as she spoke, so brave, so sure of herself... There was only one thing he could think of doing. "HAHAHAHA!" he cracked up, bawling in fits of laughter.
"SHUT YOUR UGLY ASS!" roared the gym leader, "Eh? Oh that was your face? I couldn't tell."
"Um." piped up the voice of Keysha a tad nervously.
"Yes sweetie." came a gentler sounding, almost loving, kind, sensual? All coming straight for the gym leader's mouth. "No need to be scared, dear. I wont bite..." she smiled warmly, before adding on the side "To cause pain." she added to her I wont bite. Hmm, men are useless, aren't we? Yea Right!
"Um, there are young children around." Keysha spoke, "And I..."
"Want to hang around with me?" The leader smiled, finishing the girl's statement. Sounding hopeful.
"Er, yes..." she paused, thinking the gym trainer was going to say something else. "Uh, I mean, well." she began to fluster quite a deep shade of red.
"We'll talk later, beautiful." she smiled. "Now, to deal with all punks present... Aron, start things off with Take Down!"
The arena was rather interesting, a dirt floor mostly, with a few grass patches and even a climbable wall. As for the ironic ironist called Aron, it didn't move too fast, but it dashed, angry with a rage fueled by most likely its bond with its trainer. It ran towards the Sneasel with all its might, but not much speed.
"Please, your sloth machine is broken." Mark cackled. "Sneasel, use Fury Swipes!" 'Snea!' yelled in rage the black weasel as it scratched at the iron mon with all its might... only to chip one of its sharp claws. It then proceeded to yelp in pain. "What?" Mark whined with a hmpf. "You're using some cheap gimmicks!" he stamped.
"Yea." the leader rolled her eyes. "Men, you think with your rock heads, but it never does you any good where it can be useful. This is where my pokemon put you to shame, scumbag!" she glowered with white hot rage. "Iron Tail!" she declared. The small lizard suddenly grew something, for from its back, a somewhat stubby, but usable tail protruded from a hidden confines of its body. 'Arrron.' it said, a rolling of its tongue on the letter r, as if it were fluent in Spanish. In a quick twist, its tail slapped the mighty ice weasel with its rock hard might, leaving a large bruise mark on the creature's face.
'Snea.' cried a somewhat injured black weasel. "We'll have to stay a few steps ahead. I think I know just what to do." he smiled to the pokemon. "Icy Wind now! Keep your distance!" the sneasel nodded as best it could as it held its wound with the pride filled paw that felt the power of an impenetrable hide. It inhaled with all its might for a mere second, then unleashed its fury of chilling winds. The iron pokemon seemed to have no hope to avoid it.
"Iron Defense!" commanded Tessa as a counter measure. 'Arrr.' complied the small ironic pokemon as it suddenly stood still as it glistened in a silvery coat of added armor. By the time the wind reached it, its hide was too hard to crack. "Male, give up now."
"No way!" commanded Mark, "Sneasel, you're not gonna quit, are ya?" he asked with confidence. The small rodent glanced at its trainer, and smiled, as if to say, 'Not yet, dude!' 'Sneasel.' it smiled. "Right, its hide may be thick, but its trainer's head is thicker, Sneasel, use that move you learned from that guy." he yelled with emphasis. "Rock Smash!" 'Snea sneasel!' it yelled with rage as it jumped at Aron in a focused rage. Its paws, locked together into a tight, a giant 2fisted pounce, and it landed in the center of the creatures head. It left a slight crack... both in the creature's armor, and Sneasel's paw. 'Snea!' it shouted in slight pain.
'Arr' said a slightly dizzied iron eater. "Hmpf, your tactics suck. They suck worse than you force women to suck." Tessa's ego spake referring to sexual innuendo.
"Um, was that an insult?" Mark retorted. "Cuz if it is... thanks." he chuckled. "You ok Sneasel, your paws look hurt." the small rodent frowned, shaking its head as if it wanted to continue.
"Your pokemon is the real hero. Man or not, it's better than you'll ever be." she smiled, "While its recovering, leap at it with Double Edge!" the leader commanded, 'Arrrron!' it yelled as it leaped into the air with all its slow, armored might, and rammed towards the Ice Weasel.
"Eh, don't you know that move hurts the user on a odd angled impact. Pathetic!" Mark shook his head. A grin on his face. "Faint Attack from the side! It doesn't matter which, just do it." The weasel nodded and lunged into the air as well as if to meet its foe in a suicidal head on fight, but it disappeared in the last second and from the Aron's right, a slight shove pushing its heavy body off course and landing it to the ground.
"Ahh!" the leader shrieked as more of Aron's armor cracked. "My baby! Are you ok?" she yelled. 'Aron.' its sweet, innocent voice came from its armored body as it plopped back up. "You're a real sweetie. Make me proud with more Iron Defense!" the creature obeyed as more bright, shiny, silver coated its armored body with even more armor. "Good job! Now Don't let em have a chance to break you again. Focus, and try again with Double Edge!" The small pokemon's eyes glared with anger at Sneasel, and its stubby legs picked up speed, dashing towards the beast with speed.
Mark blinked, "Slow it down and run away." Mark said worried, "Icy Wind! Use as much focus upon that freak as you can." he demanded, as Sneasel complied with another huff and puff style winding in a more confined wind current. This time straight at the small iron beast. But it hardly was enough, for the white hot anger felt by Aron seemed to un- literally melt the ice as it struck its anger. 'Snea!' it shouted as it was too late, and in a giant crash, Sneasel was brought to the ground by a mighty Double Edge attack. "Bah..." he snorted, but only to have later noticed the iron creature's armor. "Oh look." he smiled as he noticed the ice building up and begin to crack at its mighty hide. "Return!" he called Sneasel back in a quick flick of the pokeball.
"Huh?" Tessa blinked in confusion, as the mighty steel coating of Aron's body began to crumble and shatter to dust before her eyes. "My baby!" he cried as it was left with chunks of missing armor on its body. It cried in pain the whole time as its armory skin crumbled. In the end, it was left crying for real. "You'll pay for that, you monster!" she cried. "Come rest up dear, your armor will heal in time." she then glared at Mark, "Monster! Choose your next pokemon, you're about to be finished off!" she scowled at the punk ogre with gnashed teeth and steam nearly coming out her ears. "The battle has only begun!"
A/N: Man am I good... right? Well, review and tell me. Be honest, be descriptive! Be inquisitive, thought provoking/provoked, and tell me what you think with details. Give plot suggestions, not just one liners like 'Put *whatever pokemon* in story somewhere.' I have a basic idea now, and I need a few good suggestions. I want detailed reviews, and that doesn't mean lengthy paragraph length reviews repeating 'I like!' In 500 forms. All in all, just review! Peace!
Odyssey of an Enemy
Chapter 6:Enamored with Rock Armour
"Male!" shouted in disgust the angry voice of Tessa, the lesbian gym leader with a male hatred (And for all you young-ins, that defines what a dyke is. See, that's why it's rated PG. It guides you, maybe better than your parents do.) "Do you honestly think you can overcome my feminine might?"
Mark blinked, she sounded so confident as she spoke, so brave, so sure of herself... There was only one thing he could think of doing. "HAHAHAHA!" he cracked up, bawling in fits of laughter.
"SHUT YOUR UGLY ASS!" roared the gym leader, "Eh? Oh that was your face? I couldn't tell."
"Um." piped up the voice of Keysha a tad nervously.
"Yes sweetie." came a gentler sounding, almost loving, kind, sensual? All coming straight for the gym leader's mouth. "No need to be scared, dear. I wont bite..." she smiled warmly, before adding on the side "To cause pain." she added to her I wont bite. Hmm, men are useless, aren't we? Yea Right!
"Um, there are young children around." Keysha spoke, "And I..."
"Want to hang around with me?" The leader smiled, finishing the girl's statement. Sounding hopeful.
"Er, yes..." she paused, thinking the gym trainer was going to say something else. "Uh, I mean, well." she began to fluster quite a deep shade of red.
"We'll talk later, beautiful." she smiled. "Now, to deal with all punks present... Aron, start things off with Take Down!"
The arena was rather interesting, a dirt floor mostly, with a few grass patches and even a climbable wall. As for the ironic ironist called Aron, it didn't move too fast, but it dashed, angry with a rage fueled by most likely its bond with its trainer. It ran towards the Sneasel with all its might, but not much speed.
"Please, your sloth machine is broken." Mark cackled. "Sneasel, use Fury Swipes!" 'Snea!' yelled in rage the black weasel as it scratched at the iron mon with all its might... only to chip one of its sharp claws. It then proceeded to yelp in pain. "What?" Mark whined with a hmpf. "You're using some cheap gimmicks!" he stamped.
"Yea." the leader rolled her eyes. "Men, you think with your rock heads, but it never does you any good where it can be useful. This is where my pokemon put you to shame, scumbag!" she glowered with white hot rage. "Iron Tail!" she declared. The small lizard suddenly grew something, for from its back, a somewhat stubby, but usable tail protruded from a hidden confines of its body. 'Arrron.' it said, a rolling of its tongue on the letter r, as if it were fluent in Spanish. In a quick twist, its tail slapped the mighty ice weasel with its rock hard might, leaving a large bruise mark on the creature's face.
'Snea.' cried a somewhat injured black weasel. "We'll have to stay a few steps ahead. I think I know just what to do." he smiled to the pokemon. "Icy Wind now! Keep your distance!" the sneasel nodded as best it could as it held its wound with the pride filled paw that felt the power of an impenetrable hide. It inhaled with all its might for a mere second, then unleashed its fury of chilling winds. The iron pokemon seemed to have no hope to avoid it.
"Iron Defense!" commanded Tessa as a counter measure. 'Arrr.' complied the small ironic pokemon as it suddenly stood still as it glistened in a silvery coat of added armor. By the time the wind reached it, its hide was too hard to crack. "Male, give up now."
"No way!" commanded Mark, "Sneasel, you're not gonna quit, are ya?" he asked with confidence. The small rodent glanced at its trainer, and smiled, as if to say, 'Not yet, dude!' 'Sneasel.' it smiled. "Right, its hide may be thick, but its trainer's head is thicker, Sneasel, use that move you learned from that guy." he yelled with emphasis. "Rock Smash!" 'Snea sneasel!' it yelled with rage as it jumped at Aron in a focused rage. Its paws, locked together into a tight, a giant 2fisted pounce, and it landed in the center of the creatures head. It left a slight crack... both in the creature's armor, and Sneasel's paw. 'Snea!' it shouted in slight pain.
'Arr' said a slightly dizzied iron eater. "Hmpf, your tactics suck. They suck worse than you force women to suck." Tessa's ego spake referring to sexual innuendo.
"Um, was that an insult?" Mark retorted. "Cuz if it is... thanks." he chuckled. "You ok Sneasel, your paws look hurt." the small rodent frowned, shaking its head as if it wanted to continue.
"Your pokemon is the real hero. Man or not, it's better than you'll ever be." she smiled, "While its recovering, leap at it with Double Edge!" the leader commanded, 'Arrrron!' it yelled as it leaped into the air with all its slow, armored might, and rammed towards the Ice Weasel.
"Eh, don't you know that move hurts the user on a odd angled impact. Pathetic!" Mark shook his head. A grin on his face. "Faint Attack from the side! It doesn't matter which, just do it." The weasel nodded and lunged into the air as well as if to meet its foe in a suicidal head on fight, but it disappeared in the last second and from the Aron's right, a slight shove pushing its heavy body off course and landing it to the ground.
"Ahh!" the leader shrieked as more of Aron's armor cracked. "My baby! Are you ok?" she yelled. 'Aron.' its sweet, innocent voice came from its armored body as it plopped back up. "You're a real sweetie. Make me proud with more Iron Defense!" the creature obeyed as more bright, shiny, silver coated its armored body with even more armor. "Good job! Now Don't let em have a chance to break you again. Focus, and try again with Double Edge!" The small pokemon's eyes glared with anger at Sneasel, and its stubby legs picked up speed, dashing towards the beast with speed.
Mark blinked, "Slow it down and run away." Mark said worried, "Icy Wind! Use as much focus upon that freak as you can." he demanded, as Sneasel complied with another huff and puff style winding in a more confined wind current. This time straight at the small iron beast. But it hardly was enough, for the white hot anger felt by Aron seemed to un- literally melt the ice as it struck its anger. 'Snea!' it shouted as it was too late, and in a giant crash, Sneasel was brought to the ground by a mighty Double Edge attack. "Bah..." he snorted, but only to have later noticed the iron creature's armor. "Oh look." he smiled as he noticed the ice building up and begin to crack at its mighty hide. "Return!" he called Sneasel back in a quick flick of the pokeball.
"Huh?" Tessa blinked in confusion, as the mighty steel coating of Aron's body began to crumble and shatter to dust before her eyes. "My baby!" he cried as it was left with chunks of missing armor on its body. It cried in pain the whole time as its armory skin crumbled. In the end, it was left crying for real. "You'll pay for that, you monster!" she cried. "Come rest up dear, your armor will heal in time." she then glared at Mark, "Monster! Choose your next pokemon, you're about to be finished off!" she scowled at the punk ogre with gnashed teeth and steam nearly coming out her ears. "The battle has only begun!"
A/N: Man am I good... right? Well, review and tell me. Be honest, be descriptive! Be inquisitive, thought provoking/provoked, and tell me what you think with details. Give plot suggestions, not just one liners like 'Put *whatever pokemon* in story somewhere.' I have a basic idea now, and I need a few good suggestions. I want detailed reviews, and that doesn't mean lengthy paragraph length reviews repeating 'I like!' In 500 forms. All in all, just review! Peace!