Chapter 17

Finish Him

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Alright, looks like its hissy fit is finally over with. Time for a new contender.

I picked out another ball from my belt, tiny graffiti was haphasardly painted on it in a multitude of colors, most of it meaningless but very punk rock looking. I tossed out Mark and gave him a quick order to hide and waste time. The scraggy nodded with a big smile and dove into the frozen rubble, all traces of him disappearingfrom sight within the empty spaces in the ice. Cryogonal had seen me do so and went right after him but was now too slow and sick to catch him before he squeezed under some boulders.

It blasted the fozen hole where he had disappeared into with an icy wind. The edges of the boulders taking on a more frosted over texture and color but no noise of pain came forth. Looks like Mark was to far into the rubble to reach now.

It chittered and zipped around the ruined battle field, only a few pillars still stood from its addled onslaught, looking for any sign of Mark. But he was a sneaky little bastard and knew how to hide from prying eyes. The longer this went on the more and more I could see the poison wearing it down, it face was flush with purple and its breathing was becoming a bit more labored.

In either frustration or desperation it charged a new attack, a bright silver ball shimmered into existence before it and blasted out a beam of cool glowing energy. It wasnt a hyper beam, those tended to have a yellowish tint, but it shattered ice and rumbled the ground all the same.

It swept to the side, intent on covering as much area as possible with its attack before it petered out and stopped. Another formed, blasted out and swept across the field, and another and another.

It must have been trying to whittle down Marks hiding spots. The less large boulders and rubble the less places one could squeaze into. By now I could see Sundress again, the pillars all but destroyed, her focus was stalwart and absolute. Her eyes scanned over the field, looking for my sneaky little lizard amongst the ruined ice. Her hand snapped out as a smirk yanked itself into existence.

"THERE! BLAST IT!"

SHITSHITFUCKSHIT!

"PROTECT!" I couldn't see him from my angle but there was no way he was getting out of there in time to dodge.

Except the cryogonal didn't blast anything. It charged a ball and waited for the split second it took for Protect to push its way through the rubble.

No where near where she pointed.

CLEVER BITCH! She knew she wasn't gonna find him just blasting shit and that I was just stalling, she fucking forced me to panic and give away his position. Though how she communicated that to her pokemon I wasn't sure. Oooohhh shes good, but I ain't beat yet. Just cause she found him doesn't mean she can hit him.

"Move dude!" Mark scrambled out of his hidy hole just as Cryogonal swept the beam towards him. It missed his head by just a hair as he made a rolling leap out of the way. All their training was paying off, every blast that came from the ice type was danced around as the scraggy both held onto his pants and twisted, juked and dived away from the impacts again and again.

But it wasn't sustainable, each dodge was just barely enough to slip away, each twist a dwindling chance of success. I needed to do something and quick. Despite how much of those silver beams it was firing it wasn't doing it especially fast. Each one needed a few seconds of charge up, just enough time to get off one move but it was too far up to hit with anything physical. And unfortunately, Mark only has one move that can do anything useful in this situation.

"Swagger!" Please oh please don't turn this battle into a death rave again.

The last beam impacted with dirt, spraying dust and ice away as Mark skipped out of the way. His heel hit the ground and he wasted no time to do his, well, its sort of a wiggle. He wiggles, in like a very specific way that for some fuckin reason fills his opponent with adrenaline and stupid. I don't know how it works, it just does. The idea is that the enemy will beat itself up like a blackout drunk getting into a fight with an oak tree. Fortunately he can aim it and it doesn't just effect everyone who can see it so us trainers were unaffected.

Where super sonic causes sensory overload, swagger fucks with ones their perceptions and hormones, suddenly they get a big boost of physical power and then just can't differentiate foe from anything really. It's kinda dangerous to be honest, they are just as likely to go after you or their own trainer as they are literally anything else. It's beleived that it effects certain parts of the brain and makes it impossible to just interpret whats what. Sorta like a stroke, but without the dying bit. It makes them crazy strong and go on a physical rampage that more often than not ends up hurting them more than their opponent.

And just like that cryogonal seems to have both forgotten what up and down is and is now determined to kick that one chunk of ice's ass. It slipped into Buzz Blade, now brighter than before and slammed into and through the frozen water.

"Quick, Dragon Dance as long as you can!"

Where as swagger was an odd wiggle Dragon dance was a fully realized ballet, with teeth bared he twisted and snapped to and fro with an odd and violent grace. His feet stamped the ground in an unheard rhythm and he snarled like a rabid animal with it.

Dragon dance was the egg move he had been born with due to his breeding and was the reason I had traded a rare ghost for him. It was basically a boosting technique that would flood his body with his own adrenaline boost and draconic energy. And unlike the games there weren't power stages he could stack, instead the longer he does it the stronger and faster he gets.

She didn't say anything to Cryogonal as it decided that the dirt beneath it deserved to die. Cleary using the time to observe and strategize, knowing full well that pokemon in confused states can rarely be snapped back to reality just by yelling at them.

Though I'm sure to any passerby that we looked like a couple of idiots. Two trainers staring each other down while a giant snowflake beats itself into the ground face first and a lizard wearing leather parachute pants busts some tribal looking moves in the middle of a field of purple crystals. I've said it once and I'll say it again.

This world is fucking weird.

This bizarre sight continued for about twenty seconds, an eternity in the sense of combat and enough time for Mark to get fully juiced. Suddenly Cryogonal stopped slamming into the ground seemingly confused as to what it was doing. It then looked up at Mark and then the ground and back to Mark again.

Mark stopped his Dragon Dance, his tiny frame now rippling with muscle, sinew and sweat. Dragon Dance had worked just as intended and then some, he practically reeked of power. His heel dug into the ground as he took a martial stance and readied himself for his next order. Despite our opponents boost to their attack power, Marks was infinitely more valuable.

She looked at my dark type with calm, taking in the new dynamic and the rapidly worsening condition of her pokemon. And with a single order filled mine and Marks battle lust.

"Double team."

Shes finally going on the defensive, FUCK YES! The now chipped and sickly form of Cryogonal multiplied into hazy clones, each moving in erratic paterns. Some went up and other went to the side but they all surrounded him instantly, determined to confuse and possibly sneak attack him in plain sight. Fortunately Double Team is easy to counter if you know how.

"Sand Attack! Throw it everywhere."

His feet and tail slammed into the ground before he scooped and flung partickes in a broad circle around him with a florish of kicks. The dust of the field mixed with the gravel sized ice passed through most of the illusions, even packing enough punch to dispel a few, except one. Thank you journal.

"Headbutt"

Before either trainer or snowflake could react to being found Mark had already slammed his skull into the ice type. His head shined like a star as the power of Dragon Dance fueled his speed and strength to ridiculous degrees. He wasn't anymore durable than before, but he was a monster all his own now.

The ear stinging crack the ensued flung the fucking snowflake across the field without mercy. It was weak, poisoned and slowed from the constant damage, none of this gave Mark pause as he sped across the noxious artic battle field and caught the damned thing in a jaw dropping display of speed. Sundress ordered another Buzz Blade as they met and to its credit it did start of the move despite its illness. Not that it did any good, Mark simply gripped harder and cryogonal was forced to a stop with a sputtering squeal.

God I love Dragon Dance.

"FUCKING THRASH THE BITCH!"

Their was a moment of calm as he regained his footing and after hefting the thing into the air, slammed it into the ground without remorse. His face burst into a wide and unhinged grin as cryogonal let out a crackling cry of pain. He lifted it up again and brought it back down again and again, each thump and cry making Mark smile wider and wider until it threaten to split his face in two.

As chill or mischievous as Mark seemed to be most of time, he was still a dark type and that meant he had a mean streak as wide as a fucking interstate. It was in his blood to be cruel to his opponents, and his fighting typing just egged on his competitiveness and made for a nasty little blood thirsty bastard. Jack liked taking anger out on an opponent, but Mark liked watching them squirm under his foot. And boy was this thing squirming.

It was trying to take flight as its trainer kept yelling orders at it, jerking Mark around only for him to yank it back another way and slam it to the ground again. A ball of light would form in front of it and be dispelled with a fizzling pop as its face hit floor. But it was still fucking conscious, how tough is this thing?

Sundress was desperate now, Mark had a vice grip in the thing and was cackling gleefully as it screamed and hissed and failed to do anything. She hadn't pulled any other cheap shots after tricking me earlier, but judging from her next order I seem to have swept away any reservations about fighting dirty.

"CHOKE IT!"

With what fucking hands? What, is it gonna grow arms all of a sudden or somet- it has chains. OH SHIT IT HAS THE CHAIN THINGS!

Mark had it in the air and over his head when she called out to it. In a flash two blue glowing ice chains snaked out of the sides of the thing and wrapped around his throat, squeezing desperately. He gagged as his air supply was suddenly cut, and started smashing it even faster. Trying to end the fight as fast as possible before he passed out as opposed to just enjoying himself.

But it stILL WAS'NT GOING DOWN!

JUST GIVE UP ALREADY YOU FUCKING GLORIFIED DINNER PLATE, WHY ARE YOU SO TOUGH, YOU ARE LITERALLY A MOTHER FUCKING SNOWFLAKE! WHAT KINDA SHIT DOES THIS LADY PUT YOU THROUGH FOR YOU TO SURVIVE THIS SHITTING GODDAMNED FUCKING LONG!?

FUCK!

Shit shit shit, Marks starting to slow down now, he was using to much oxygen to beat this thing into submission and he was gonna pass out and the Dragon Dance was gonna go to waste. Aaaaaahhhh, Fuck It!

"JUST THROW THE GODDAMNED THING!"

By some miracle he still had enough air in him to actually process my order and with a twist and a choked grunt, yeeted that bitch like a death frisbee, the chains loosening to allow it to be parted from its opponent. Unfortunately, in his oxygen deprived state, he forgot to aim. This shouldn't have been too bad of a thing, after all theres only two things he was wasn't supposed to hit anywhere near him. Miss sundress, and me.

But guess who has to dodge a giant fucking saw blade now.

"SHIT!" I hit the ground as I heard the ice type whistle through the spot that my very precious and incredibly delicate organs had been just half a moment before. Oh my GOD! I almost died to a damn snowflake, are you serious!? Why is my life like this?! Is it karma for the cop car? THAT MOTHERFUCKER DESERVED IT! DO YOU HEAR ME GOD?! I DON'T REGRET SHIT!

Ok off the ground no-WOAH FUCK! I barely dodged it as it came screaming back to the field through the same path it had taken out. Now glowing and presumably pissed. Still don't regret it God, Robert had it fucking coming.

Mark was still catching his breath but he was catching it quickly and already in his stance, one meant to let him move away quickly if I remember right.

Cryogonal buzzed up into the sky again, keen on putting some distance between the two. Which sucks by the way, Mark currently had one major weakness, hes a pure melee fighter right now, no real ranged attacks. I've only got one option and I'm pretty sure Sundress already has a counter to it. She got her own order out before I got mine.

"HAZE!"

"SWAGGER!"

Thick white mist blasted out of the things mouth like viscous steam, immediately concealing it in the sky above. Swagger needed line of sight to take effect and now that neither could see the other it was fucking useless, Mark did his wiggle and got jack shit to show for it.

"MIRROR FINISH"

Cold lightning blasted out suddenly as the snowflake started to take pot shots at its leisure, apparently able to see through its own haze. Mark dashed away before it had even covered half of the distance, barely trackable by the eye. It connected with soil and spawned a patch of ice, and then another and another. Each time aiming for Mark, until Marks own speed betrayed him.

The field was slowly being turned into an ice skating ring, should of seen that coming. Mark dashed across one of the now numerous ice patchs and slipped from the loss of traction. I'm not sure what his life was like before I got him, but I'd hazard a guess and say hes never gone ice skating. He scrambled in place as he tried to gain traction on the slippery surface, and failed to even stand up.

I'm gonna have to fix that in the future.

Also, fuck.

"PROTECT!"

Ice beam crashed down on him once again as his shield was raised. There was a moment where it flickered but it held strong and neutralized the beam, displacing the impact and stopping the ice energy in its tracks.

The second one however smashed right through.

There was a reason Protect was so sought after, it was an incredibly useful defensive technique. Being able to stop Hyper Beams and Giga Impacts meant it was invaluble to any trainer. Not to mention almost any pokemon can learn it. But it does have draw backs. The first shield always works, but each consecutive use weakens the next one, its due to the large amount of energy it uses up.

Mark had managed to use it at least twice in this battle, but third times the fucking charm. For all his strength and sadism he just couldn't take a hit like that. My little punk lizard was frozen solid in a block of ice, either unconscious or unable to move at all, if he could break it her would've by now.

I grumbled as I returned him to his graffitied ball, leaving a Mark shaped hollow spot in the ice as it pulled him out in a flash of red.

I was really hoping Mark could take it out, having to use my full team to beat up a fucking emoji was kinda embarrassing. But in my defense, that things gotta be on steroids or some shit. Why the fuck did this lady even challenge me anways, if the rest of her team is anything like this asshole then shes had to have been training for a few years at least. Why battle a rookie? Why go so far as to offer a prize?

Ah fuck it, I'm not gonna get any younger (again), no use questioning it right now.

"Alright buddy, its beat to hell and I'm fucking over this match. It can one shot you, so don't get hit."

I let Jack out as I sneered up at the cloud above me. This fucking thing, hate its guts. Does it even have guts? Wait, carnivore, its totes got guts. I wonder if the pokedex has anything on it?

Focus Alice, you need to beat it up not look up its biology.

Jack had followed my line of sight and was keeping a close eye on the unnatural cloud. We were in a shit spot, without line of sight Jack couldn't hit it with Swagger or Shadow Ball. And as nasty as Buzz Blade was it had proven more than capable of slinging out lasers and other ranged attacks. If it just sits up there and snipes for the rest of the battle then we were fucked. We gotta get it out of that Haze and drag it back down to our level, I know if Jack can get ahold of it then we can finish this, but how hes gonna pull that off is beyond me.

"Can you even jump that high?"

"Bun" He shook his head.

Fuck, well, now what?

"Flash cannon, finish this!"

Looks like Sundress wasn't gonna wait around anymore. Jack jumped to the side as that silver beam of steel energy slammed into the ground next to him, shattering ice and slinging mud everywhere. As strong as its special attacks were, I'm glad we forced it to stop that death saw shit, the boost it got from swagger had just made it even stronger physically but didn't effect its long range stuff. Little blessings and all that.

Wait, Swagger made it stronger...

That.

That wouldn't fuckin work.

Would it?

Ok, full jackass mode.

We got ice every where and Jack is currently running around the field hopping from dry patch to dry patch dodging lazers all the while. His long distance jumping skills practically negating the half frozen fields slipping hazard. He was hissing up at cryogonal despite not being able to even see it.

"JACK, USE SWAGGER!"

He took his eyes of the sky and gave me a look that told me in no uncertain terms that I was an idiot before waving his paw up at his invisible opponent.

"BUN BUNEARY BUN EAR?!"

"NOT ON THE FUCKING SNOWFLAKE YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE"

Now he just looked pissed and confused.

"ON YOURSELF!"

He gazed at me like I had lost my fucking mind, even Sundress was staring at me confused. Hell even Cryoganol had stopped its assault to presumably give me the same look. And then he looked up above himself and then down to the ice at his feet. And then I could figuratively see the lightbulb click over his head.

"Bun, buuuuuuun!" He bunned in understanding.

So he looked down at his reflection in the frozen field, and did a wiggle.

Before long he was stumbling, hissing and spitting. His little body visibly buffed up from the massive adrenaline rush as he threw a glowing punch at the ground. And another at the air making him stumble and fall on his face.

"What do you think about that shit! You shakin in your shoes yet, be-otch!?

"I... I have to admit, your strategy is, a bit lost on me." I heard Sundress from across the field, "What do you hope to gain from that?"

"HA" I jabbed a finger at her and spoke with all the confidence of a spoiled brat, "Thats what you get for having a big brain and shit! If you were on our level of dumbass you'd get it right away!" Come on, come on, keep talking, keep being baffled by me.

Keep wasting time on my idiocy.

"Your level of- Thats a horrible thing to say about yourself!" She shouted back. "Don't call yourself dumb, you have done an excellent job through this whole battle, your incredibly smart!"

Jack sure looked stupid right now with how hard he was smashing his head into that ice block.

"I'm dumb as shit, I wiped the fuck out down a hill, I agreed to go to a strange fucking location with a strange fucking lady and then got suckered into battling her strange fucking monster of a flying ice carnivore that basically wiped my whole team, for fucking money!" I listed off all the dumb shit I had done in the past hour or so. "And thats just today*! Girl you could not fathom the levels of moron I have achieved."

Oh man he is really going to town on that dirt. NO DON'T EAT IT STUPID! And he swallowed it, oh man hes gonna regret that in the morning. I gotta pass a rock and hes gotta shit a clod.

"Thats- But- A few mistakes doesn't make you dumb!" She pleaded, jeez shes really getting worked up over my self deprecating humor. "I know how it feels to face an overwhelming opponent, but mocking yourself over losing, isn't going to help you, or make you feel better."

Speaking of feeling better, Jack was currently shaking his head and spitting out any remaining mud. He looked up with bright eyes and the same nasty look he always held as he wiped his drool covered mouth. His knuckles cracked and he looked back up at the sky and sneered with clear malice and intent.

"First off" I snapped back at her, "I will mock myself over whatever the fuck I want, you don't know my life!"

Jack bounced a few times trying to get a feel for the next part of the plan.

"SECOND, I NEVER SAID THAT I WASN'T GONNA WIN THIS THING, JUST THAT YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING!"

He crouched down legs coiling like overcompressed springs as his feet made tiny adjustments and getting a better grip on the ground.

"AND THIRD, YOU FORGOT THAT SWAGGER BOOSTS PHYSICAL STRENGTH BY A FUCK TON!"

Jacks shot up like a fucking cannonball as his now adrenaline soaked muscles tossed the concept of gravity to the side like a rotten apple. He soared into the cloud twenty foot over head and, after a terrifying moment of uncertainty, failed to come back down. And now the final blow.

"NOW WHO FEELS LIKE A DUMBASS, MISS FUCKING CHATTY!"

Her eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as she realized that she had talked through the duration of swagger, and left my buneary with a few bruises and nice boost to his brawn. I smiled with untamed and violent glee as I shouted my (hopefully) final order out to Jack and the heavens.

"FRUSTRATION, WRECK THAT FUCKING THING!"

There was just a moment of peace before hell broke loose in the sky above, a horrid flash of light and sound exploded out and a scratchy scream echoed through my ears. Both of them shot out of Hazes mist with Jack clinging onto the living crystal with paw, claw and maw. A fist glowing like a fucking star being born and again brought it down straight into its face marking another chest thumping boom and screech as cracks spider webbed through the ice type, but it was still up and Jack was still pissed.

Oddly enough, frustration had never lost any power over the months we had been partners. I know he likes me and everything, but for whatever reason despite clearly becoming more and more comfortable with me, Frustration was still at full power. Its probably cause hes just a natural pissy dude.

Eh, whatever. He likes me and he can kick ass. Thats more than I could ever ask for.

A chain snaked out and tried to wrap around his throat in a repeat of Marks match. But my bunny was a born scrapper and he immediately snatched it with his free fist before driving said paw back down into its face again blasting it in a new direction. As they tumbled wildly through the air I saw a brief flash of pink that I knew to be the sign of Sweet Kiss. A third type of confusion technique (I have alot of those) that simply made the target loose its sense of reality and hallucinate until it wasn't sure what was real and what wasn't, sorta like hypnosis but more gaslighty.

Fairy type moves can be nasty man.

It started to tumble again as it started a rapid spin only to be bashed out of the attack by another frustration. It managed to blast out another flash cannon that uselessly carved a new line into the ruined field below, before once again being knocked stupid by the worlds pissiest bunny.

It floated to the side, BOOM. It twisted and shook, BOOM. It fired off beams of bizarre energy, shined with physical attacks and screeched so loud that my hearing nearly gave out.

BOOM

BOOM

BOOM

And finally, it dropped.

It fell to the earth with a crunch and a clatter. Jack unlocked his jaw and stood atop his newest triumph. He looked down and sneered, as if disgusted that the thing he stood on ever thought it had a chance against him.

Jack the rabbit, coming in clutch, fuck yeah.

I threw my hands in the air and gave a scream of victory, yes Yes Yes! We did it! We beat that thing into the dirt. We knocked its block off and broke it. We proved that were indeed not to ever be fucked with! YES YES YES, FUCK YES!

Oh my god that was without a doubt to hardest battle we've ever had, but it was finally ove-

What the fuck is that light?

My eyes snapped back down just in time to see Satans frisbee was still conscience, and had a silver ball of energy aimed directly at the rabbit standing on top of it. Jack was exhausted from using Frustration so many times in a row and despite his best effort could not move fast enough to dodge it.

He went sailing through the air far past the battle field boundaries as the beam slammed into him, I realised with a pang of worry that he was absolutely unconscious and couldn't break his own fall. My feet moved before my mind figured out what they were doing and I ran as fast as I could to catch the little bastard.

Should I have just used his pokeball? Yes. Did I remember that was a thing? No.

And so like some maneuver outta football (I don't know what its called I never watched football) I made a running leap to catch him. He impacted into my chest like a bony rag doll and I slapped into the ground back first. He didn't stir, but he was breathing and nothing looked broken, so at least theres that.

I sat there for the moment, just breathing and regretting not going for the tried and true double tap.

I can't believe we just lost to a fucking christmas tree ornament.

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Cynthia was more than impressed with the girl from Dellitown. She had challenged the girl to a battle for a few reasons, battling an experienced opponent was good for a new trainer, and it can tell you alot about a person. For instance, this girl was far more than meets the eye, while she had seemed nervous, awkward and clumsy before, she had changed as soon as the battle had started into a confident and capable individual. She was unpredictable, liked to keep people on their toes and was not above messing with the other trainer during a match meaning she was opportunistic and clever enough to exploit it.

She had also intended to give the girl some pointers as the battle went on, she was just a rookie a few months out of the gate after all. But from start to finish she had proven that she didn't need the help.

The strategies she had displayed spoke of a sharp mind that could make almost any situation work for her. When she saw that Cryoganol was an ice type she made use of her own pokemons typings to build a solid defense and negate both its physical and special attacks. After that she had posioned the stronger and much tougher opponent and attempted to out last it with her golbats superior flight skills, then pulled a Protect of all things and in doing so had insured the new battlefield was in her favor. It was a stroke of bad luck that cryogonal had reacted so badly to the super sonic, but she had managed to keep nearly the same plan with her scraggy. And once that had been countered she had swapped roles on the fly and gave her pokemon enough time to properly power up. In that single play she was able to start doing real damage and made use of her pokemons natural instincts to inflict heavy damage while her previous tactic was still doing its job.

And the move to boost her buneary with swagger so it could reach a flying opponent told her she was a risk taker. The plan would have failed miserably if Cynthia had ignored any of the girls 'trash talk' (if you could even call it that.) Finding a trainer that was a bit down and beating themselves about a few mistakes wasn't uncommon, but she'd never heard one declare themselves an idiot with such confidence and pride. It had thrown her for a loop and distracted her long enough for the buneary (Jack, she recalled) to snap out of his confusion and get ahold of Cryogonal.

Overall she had done fantastically! Mind you Cynthia had been holding back by a huge margin. she may have only had the ice type for a few months but she knew exactly how to apply them in battle. Cryoganols were special attackers, built to keep their distance, blast away and soak up any attacks that could reach them. But she had offered this battle to test the girl, so she intentionally made some bad calls to see if she could take advantage of them. She hadn't intended to lose, you learn better from loses than from victories after all. But she had to start fighting seriously at the end due to Cryogonals terrible condition. She could have ordered a Recover but she felt that would have just rubbed salt in the wound. And still she almost lost, if her darling snowflake hadn't been such a determined individual she would have!

What an incredible trainer, she had no doubt she would see her at this seasons conference.

She wasn't sure how to feel about the strength of those Frustrations though, it was a move that fed off the negative feelings the pokemon actively held. The more pent up and angry the pokemon the stronger the move. Its counterpart, Return, worked the opposite way. By the power behind those hits, even after getting a boost from swagger, she would suspect that the girl had been abusing the poor thing somehow. But pokemon abusers don't let them eat at the table, or share their food with their pokemon, and they certainly dont give them pet names or catch them out the air.

No matter how she looked at them she couldn't imagine the girl hurting the rabbit in any way. She had a good heart, even if she did have an incredibly foul mouth.

Speaking of which.

"Fuck off."

She stood over the girl with the angry buneary, who was still quite unconscious. She hadn't bothered to get up from her earlier catch and was just supposedly stewing in her loss while laying on the ground, letting her pokemon rest on her chest.

Cynthia crouched down so as to be as close to eye level as she could get without actually being in the dirt.

"You did wonderfully."

She received a glare straight from Girantinas lair for her compliment.

"You made the most of each situation you faced and made sure I paid for every mistake. You quickly employed well thought out tactics and were able to keep me on my toes despite my control over the field." She smiled as the girl looked away, apparently trying to ignore her now. "I know that you blame yourself for your loss, but letting such thoughts fester will only drag you down in the long run. Your an incredible trainer, and you'll go far, I can feel it.,"

She just huffed and kept her eyes to the sky above, looking for an answer to some unknown question. They sat there for a moment soaking up the calm after the storm.

She decided that the girl had moped enough and that it was time for a reward.

"Would you like me to teach your buneary Fire Punch?"

She sat up wide eyed, any feelings of frustration and discontent thrown to the side at the mention of getting ahold of the rare move.

"Fire Fucking, What?!" she spat out.

"You gave me an exciting battle and thats reward enough for me." She explained, "But you should get something out of this as well. Its not money, but I think you'll make great use of it."

She dug in her deceptively small bag for a moment, digging through the comically large amount of supplies it held, far too much for the small purse to hold naturally.

Dimensional folding tech, something that any traveling trainer would want, all stuffed into a stylish purse, thank you Silph corp.

Finally she found what she was looking for and pulled out a max revive capsule. In a practiced motion held it under Jacks nose and snapped it between her fingers. The strong chemical scent and gases that were released rushed up his nose and after a moment jolted him awake.

"He should be re-energized in a few moments ." She smiled at her again, while digging in her purse for the TM for Fire Punch.

"Have you ever used a TM before?" She became just a bit more excited when she shook her head. Cynthia loved to teach kids new things.

And trainers always had more to learn.

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Alice Thorn

May 2


Team

Jack

Buneary

Moves: Pound, Foresight, Frustration, Sweetkiss, Defense Curl, Baby Doll Eyes, Quick Attack, Jumpkick, Shadow Ball, Low Kick, Swagger, Protect,

Ability Limber

Luke

Golbat

Moves: Absorb, Super sonic, Astonish, Bite, Whirlwind, Wing attack, Confuse ray, Air Cutter, Swift, Protect

Ability Inner focus

Karen

Cottonee

Moves: Abosrb, Fairy Wind, Growth, Leech Seed, Stun Spore, Mega Drain, Poison Powder, Protect, Swift, Razor Leaf, Cotton Spore,

Ability Infiltrator

Mark

Scraggy

Moves: Leer, Headbutt, Sand Attack, Feint Attack, Swagger, Low Kick, Dragon Dance, Protect, Endure, Facade, Pay Back,

Ability Moxie


3340¥


In Box

N/A

I know Alice is acting like a drama queen near the end, but you would to if you had let 1000 bucks just slip through your fingers like that. But yeah, she wasnt ever gonna win this battle.

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