Hoppy Bastard VS Hoppy Bastard

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The field was cleaned with practiced efficiency and a rhydon. Just like with Karens battle the top most layer of dirt was scraped up via magic pokemon powers and deposited a distance away to let the various biohazards decompose, which would take less than an hour.

The next two challengers stepped up, the first was a fit looking teen girl, nice floral print dress, blonde hair in a pony tail, and a brown purse that she pulled a single red topped pokeball from.

The other-

"Aww man, it's Augustine again." A vaguely familiar and dejected voice said from just behind me. I turned to see the kid I had beaten in the first round sitting just a single row up from me. He was looking at the girls opponent with a look of annoyed resignation.

"Augustine?"

He looked down and perked up a bit at seeing me. "Oh, hi. Yeah, he's some rich jerk who's been sweeping through all the local tournaments for months now."

I turned back to see what was absolutely some rich boy asshole type ripped straight from an anime. He wore a pressed dark blue three piece suit that looked like it costed more than everything I had on me and made the little petty criminal in me want to throw paint at him. Luxurious medium length blonde hair shined in the light flaring out at the ends, and his black leather shoes were polished to a near mirror finish.

"So what, he's tough, a good strategist?" I offered, kid seems pretty confident the dude was gonna win, need to know what I'm going up against here.

"No, thats the worst part!" He threw his head back and groaned with pure unadulterated childish annoyance. "He just buys really strong pokemon, so whenever someone battles him he wrecks them in the first ten seconds. He doesn't even train them or use combo moves, it's just hyper beams and mega punches." Well fuck.

"He's the guy that brings a shotgun to a fist fight." A big dude that always wins with the first hit, so he never actually learned how to really fight, I've taken a few of those down before. It's about speed and skill, and not getting hit of course.

"Yeah pretty much."

"What a dick."

"ON THE GREEN SIDE, THEODORE AUGUSTINE ROSEN OF THE ROSEN FAMILY" Augustine took his stage and gave a light bow to the crowd who had grown noticeably quieter at his appearance.

"ON THE RED SIDE OLIVIA BROWN" The girl in floral print seemed not to hear the announcer, instead opting to stare at her opponent with both trepidation and resignation.

"TRAINERS READY? BATTLE!"

Two pokemon took the stage. The Olivias a marill, small blue and cute, I hadn't seen one yet and by god was it teeth rottingly adorable. Round in almost every aspect except for its zigzagged tail and it had the thickest smoothest fur I've ever seen. I immediately wanted to squish its face and baby talk at it.

I felt really bad for it considering its opponent.

The other stood upright and was a monster of a brute, huge bulging muscles, brown manicured fur and a grimace that could make a blind man flinch.

"Ursaring, Mega punch." Its fist blazed white as it dashed forward on stout legs. The poor marill tried its best to fight back, blasting the mountain made of meat with a water gun straight to the face. All it did was piss off the grizzly.

It plowed into the poor water rodent without mercy or grace. A grimace covered my face as a plume of dust shot up from ground zero, the shockwave rippling under my seat and thumping me in the chest.

Fuck dude, talk about overkill. Someone rich enough to afford new pokemon that strong for tournaments has no good reason to even be at these things. Probably just here to jerk off his bedazzled ego, not sure how much thats happening though considering everyones reactions, or lack thereof.

The crowd didn't cheer, some gave a polite clap but most just looked disappointed or upset. One shot wins aren't exciting, especially if it's the same guy every time. Though that didn't stop him from being smug about his win.

The ref called the match and directed the next challenger to step up and for him to return his monster. His voice terse with just a hint of unprofessional venom slipping through.

And now I have to battle this stupid incel, great. Jack is fresh and my best choice at the moment, whether or not he uses Winnie the Poohs steroid addicted cousin. His versatility and quick wits will be a huge boon in this battle. Of course this means I won't have a camera man this time around.

Unless.

"Hey Joot." I started digging for my wallet.

"It's Jet." He huffed.

"Yeah yeah whatever, do you wanna make twenty bucks?" I flashed the bill in front of his face. His eyes lit up at the green bill and he nodded, my forgetting his name completely excused in the face of money. "Cool take this," I shoved the pokedex in his hands along with the bill, "and film this, I want a recording of that smug look getting wiped off his face when I kick his shit in."

He looked at me with surprise, "You think you can beat him?"

"Sure, not the first guy with more muscles than brains that I've taken down,"

He nodded at me and quickly set it up, marveling at the thing in his hands. It occurred to me that most people probably don't have access to pokedexs. The things were probably crazy expensive and a book about pokemon would be an adequate and much cheaper substitute to the high tech encyclopedia.

A woman stepped up next to the referee and cleared her throat. I think she was one of the people who helped set this whole thing up earlier.

"Alright everyone, we're down to the finalists. One Agustine Rosen of the Rosen family." She swung an arm towards the pompous prick, he scowled when he got an enthuasiastic boo from someone in the crowd "And his opponent, Alice Thorn of Delitown" and gestured to me now standing in the red box. Some of them gave me short golf claps and one even let out a whistle but most just stayed silent, convinced that this was gonna be another massacre.

"TRAINERS READY? BATTLE!"

We both threw out our pokeballs at the same time, our pokemon thrusted into single combat. A green and tan thing took the field as Jack hit dirt. For just a split second I thought it was somekind of dinosaur before the stance it took made me realise it was in fact supposed to be a weird fungal kangaroo. My foe was a breloom, fucking great, another grass type.

Both of us spoke our first orders in the same instance.

"Mega punch"
"MOVE!"

It dashed forward with speed and devastating intent. Its arm snapped out like a rubber band, stretching a seemingly impossible distance closing the distance that much sooner. The dual red claws smashed into the ground that had but a moment ago held a super grumpy bunny. The sheer volume of dust from the impact told me that it would have been a one hit KO had jack not dodged.

Breloom gave chase immediately, but Jack refused to make it easy for the thing. Jumping and dashing in odd patterns and ridiculous angles, his species being surprisingly adept acrobats despite being ground bound.

Oddly enough the fighter never made for another attack, mostly intent on trying to close the distance again and get a bead on the slippery little rodent. Maybe it needs a moment to throw its version of a punch, the tiny arms held an insane reach but looked like they might not be able to course correct once thrown.

"Haha! Looks like you might actually last for a few seconds," said dick hat with a quick and flashy flurry of his hands, "do try to be a good sport, I'm getting awfully bored with the local hicks."

"Bite me Oogarite." what a stupid name, his parents must hate him or something.

He gasped and with a sneer, "My name is Augustine Rosen and you will refer to me as such. Breloom use mega punch again."

We've seen that trick already.

"Grab its arm and use fire punch."

Now that Jack had an idea of how fast the actual attack was it was fairly easy for him to swivel out of the way of it. His martial arts training allowing him to do so with clear control and minimal movement. Claws quickly flashed and dug into the elastic appendage just as it began to snap back into place. Both fists sparked to glowing rage filled life as he streaked towards its chest.

The impact was small but the fire flared and scorched his opponent with all the frenzy of a shark smelling blood. Breloom instictually jerked back from its weakness with a pained squeal. My little berserker landed in the dirt, having decided to let go lest he be punched off anyway.

Bitch boy stomped a foot like a spoiled brat. "Grah, use mega punch again!"

Seriously? Dude, use something else, you battle like a 9 year old from my world. Just using the same move over and over just cause it's strong.

Its wind up was far too long, Jack knew what was coming simply from listening to rich bitch and dodging it was a breeze. He kept screaming that dumb attack and Jack moseyed around them like it was the simplest thing in the world. Dashing up to its legs with quick attack and striking with a fist full of fire occasionally when its dancing around had a slight lull to it.

Man this is just getting sad, no wonder he's been picking on the kids around town, they must be the only ones he can beat. Kinda disappointed actually, I wanted a real fight damn it.

Easy win though.

"Cherry bomb" The shadowball ripped into reality with the reek of rotten leaves and dimming lights before slamming into the floor. The newly named explosion sent the fighting type flying to the left, Jack having forgone the attacks stability in favor of raw power, flung the green kangaroo clear of him. He wouldn't be able to throw one that strong more than a foot, but it was a near perfect 'Fuck Off' technique.

It landed with barely a sound as it rolled back to its feet with the expert bodily control expected from a fighting type. It leapt forward without a moments hesitation intent on charging the rabbit that hurt it. Head glowing with explosive white energy.

No time for any set up moves, gonna have to wing it.

"Low kick"

Jack dashed forward, speed enhanced by a unprompted Quick attack that transfromed into a controled slide. Foot glowing and stature small, he slid under the charging not-a-dinosuar and swept a leg out from under it.

The breloom stumbled as its head faded and it attempted to catch its footing. I With quick foot work it stabilized itself, and turned back to Jack, pissed and growling.

Augug stamped a foot again in immature rage, "Just hit the balsted thing, Mach punch!" Uh oh, if I remember right thats a priority move, which roughly translates to 'Fast as Fuck'.

There was a beat as Jack braced to dodge, but the punch never came, Breloom was instead sizing its opponent up with a new look in its eye.

"Mach punch. I said Mach punch!" Rich bitch yelled out again, but to no avail. Instead the breloom dashed to the left, white spores pouring from the underside of its head as it flanked Jack, trailing the strange dust behind them.

Was it, ignoring him? Oh thats hilarious! It's decided it was better off on its own. Guess buying your pokemon pre-trained has draw backs. Though in this case it could work in dick heads favor, grass types are natural strategists, and fighting types are well known for their overwhelming determination. With Richie at the helm I could at least partially guess his strategy of 'hit it till it dies', but now we're essentially fighting a very powerful wild pokemon.

This could go very badly, very quickly.

Oh well, dude's already embarrassed himself in front of a giant crowd that already wasn't too crazy about him, even if I lose the fight I've still won the popularity contest. And hey, while I'm at it I might as well rub his face in it.

But first we need to do something about those spores.

"Use Shadowball, blast the dust away"

A black and purple sphere formed in his paws again, slower but much more stable than before. A quick over hand pitch and the ball flew into the ground away from him detonating and blasting spores away

But the breloom was quick and was making another circle around the rabbit, shedding the strange substance and forming a tighter and tighter circle. Jack would attempt to blast the spores away but they would just as quickly replaced by the determined fighter. The battle grounds were shrinking by the moment and he was going to be cornered in just a few seconds.

He could potentially use Cherry bomb to force the breloom to keep its distance but throwing so much power around would wear him down quickly. It was a good alternative to Protect but not perfect for defense. Breloom could traverse the spore laden ground no problem thanks to its typing, so it could blast away at Jack chipping him down with smaller hits or just going for Mega punch until it got lucky. Using the same trick with its own arms from before was risky and would put him right in the danger zone. We barely have any options at all.

When in doubt.

Wiggle

"Swagger."

Jack threw one last Shadow ball that the spry roo hopped over and did his odd little dance. A quick warping warble of a movement that immediately caught the breloom attention and sent it into a trance. Its pupils dilated as it huffed and swayed back and forth, becoming more and more physically aggressive. Snarling and spitting, it charged with hate in its eyes and rage in its limbs.

At a wall.

It threw mach punches into the dirt, blindingly fast jabs that were light compared to the mega punches it was slinging around earlier. It was flailing in its blind rage and attempting to bash anything it saw with its new power boost. This gave me time to think.

And mock.

"You are such a damn loser, you know that?" I raised my voice above the crowds, talking to agustoes. Lets see, what to do about that powdery stuff, gotta be a grass type move.

"Excuse me!?" He spit back "I'll have you know I've come first in the past several tournaments I've competed in you rube!" Did that mother fucker actually say rube? I don't even know what that means, next he's call me a charlatan, or a harlot. Im'ma punch him if he calls me a wench.

"And let me guess, no one had even a single badge, or was above ten years old." Grass type powder moves had a few weaknesses, soaking the ground would hamper its effects but I don't have any water moves.

"What are you implying, you little harlot!?" Called it!

He could get over that shit if he hopped around and used Protect when he landed, but that would wear him down far too damn fast, same with Cherry bomb but he'd at least get a few more jumps from it. Or would that kick up to much powder?

"That you Fucking Suck at this you hack!" hmm, that reminds me of mythbusters, the one with the coffe creamer fireball. Wait, its powder and an organic grass move, that stuff should be crazy flammable! "Jack fire punch the powder and move back."

He dashed forward, and slammed a single flaring fist into the white stained dirt before slipping into Quick attack to get away. The result was not as spectacular as I was hoping.

The stuff definitely caught fire, but instead of a great big boom it was just a fairly quick burn. Fire crawled along the floor growing outward and burning up its fuel just as fast as it could reach the next bit. This resulted in a line of incinerating spores growing outward and the smell of burnt mushrooms choking the air.

At least until it got to the dust cloud Breloom had sent up in its blind rage.

I wasn't sure of the science behind it, probably something about surface area, but the cloud went up in a whooshing oxygen fueled fireball. The wall of concussive force and expanding air kicked the rest of the unburnt dust up in the closed off arena and set off more roaring explosions across the field

The result was something Micheal Bay would get off on. A twisting roaring fire ball spewing black near liquid smoke and ash across the battlefield and splashing against the invisible barriers keeping us and the crowd safe.

The heavy smoke took a moment to clear, the crowd roaring and whistling all the while, clearly they thought the spectacle was worthy of a finale. Splatters of white and orange suddenly flashed from within the smoke, teeth jarring snaps and cracks accompaning every one of them as the two duked it out nearly blind. Jack had good hearing and was most likely relying on it to keep track of the roo. As for the monster I wasn't sure, might be something similar, or its still confused and flailing wildy.

The smoke cleared bit by bit and the returning visiblity allowed me to see what was happening. Jack was hurt but not down, nicks and dirt marred his fur and his left eye was swelling shut. He snapped right, barely dodging a punch before pulling the same trick from earlier and grabbing the appendage on its return trip.

I wasn't sure if breloom was still confused or not so.

"Sweet kiss!" Come to think of it, what happens to something that's two different kinds of confused? I hope it's not seizures, that would be a super fucked up way to win this match.

Jacks mouth glowed pink as he bit down on brelooms arm, something that was entirely unnecessary for the attack to function but was a very Jack thing to do nonetheless. The other arm ripped him off and flung him far away, trailing just a small bit of blood with him. Rearing back it snorted and began to charge again, before it went completely still, halting its momentum and whipping its head to the right.

Jack hit the ground rolling, and with a quick flurry of movement, was back on his feet. He became a streak of light as he snapped into Quick attack closing the distance once again.

Breloom screamed and dove to the side, not in responce to Jack but from something only it could see. Its tail swept at the ground in a hurried sweep like it was trying to trip something, before it jumped and came crashing back down on its false opponent. Scrambling with glowing fists and a wailing war cry that would otherwise be almost chilling had it not been trying to fight a hallucination.

"BRELOOM WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? STOP PLAYING AND GET THAT BLASTED BUNEARY!"

Its tripping balls off that Sweet kiss, thats what it's doing.

"Get in there and use Fire punch." Frustration is stronger but its typing would resist it, plus fire punch might leave a debilitating burn if it hits a particularly sensitive spot. Though without more intimate knowledge of its biology that was mostly up to chance.

He took just a moment to spot an opening in its highly skilled and pointless assault. With all its attention drawn by the hallucination it barely seemed to even register the buneary suddenly clinging to its back.

Fire poured out from between his tiny fingers like steam escaping cracks in stone, wild, hot, and dangerous. His fist came crashing down into the back of their head with a nasty smacking noise. Yelping and scrambling forward at the flame being jammed into the back of their skull it threw itself back and forth, trying to dislodge the thing that kept slamming fire punches into its head.

Jack held steadfast, fueled by rage and a desire to win that matched my own. Little guy would make a hell of a bull jockey, watching him reminded my of the one time I actually went to the rodeo. Some dude almost got gored by that monster of an animal, and yet I'm pretty sure Jack was more pissed off right now than that damn cow had ever been.

It finally decided to roll onto the floor and, despite Jacks superior advantage known as thumbs, scraped off the bunny of wrath. It rolled away and let out a powerful kick that missed Jack by a mere inch.

"Cherry bomb!" The midnight sphere ripped into reality again and was slammed into the ground between them, throwing the flailing breloom away from the rabbit.

Both rolled to their feet and dashed towards each other. Oh thats not good, either it's got a lock on him or its no longer confused. They almost met in the middle but Jack let another Cherry bomb loose into the soil, the ball exploding with a vanta black flash pushing the breloom back again.

It huffed at him, presumably annoyed by Jacks ability to force him to back off so consistently. I can't imagine a physical fighter like them would be super stoked about going up against something like that.

Its mouth opened wide and a ball of bright blinding light formed, heat billowed out from it like daylight warming my skin. Before I could even get a word out it flicked its head up and fired the thing straight up into the air. The light intensifying as it traveled until the entire park looked like it middle of the day. The ball hanging in the air like a flare shot from a lone life boat miles from shore.

That must be Sunny day, why would it do that? That move boosts fire type moves, the only reason a grass type would need it is-

Oh shit.

"PROTECT!"

Its head snapped down, the Solar beam in its jaw already at full power. Weaponized sunlight crashed forth with heat and the smell of freshly cut grass. Light smashed and scarped against light as it struck Jacks hardlight bubble in a spectacular display of raw power.

Protect was draining and most pokemon could only keep a single instance of it up for a few seconds, but Jack held. Whether by virtue of his normal typing or just pure grit, he held on to that fucking shield as the breloom channeled more and more energy into its ridiculous laser. Absent mindedly I began to count the seconds.

Three

Four

Five

A crack formed in the green, splitting and whining is it slowly crawled up towards the top. Light spilling inside and making flickering attempts to reach him, but to no avail

Six

Seven

Breloom faltered for just a moment, never letting up but struggling to keep standing as it poured more power into it assualt. Sunny day fed it power but it needed to use some of its own as well and it was draining quickly. Jack let out a ripping scream of frustration and strain as the sheild slowly was shoved further and further back, chips of crystal like psuedo matter evaporating away as he focused his energy on the single point in front of him.

Eight

Nine

Ten

The light suddenly vanished from the arena and breloom went to its knees, gasping for breath. Jacks cracked and near ruined sheild flickered out of existence as he to hit the ground, heaving for air and bristling with even more blinding rage.

Ten seconds. My little bastard just held a protect for ten whole fucking seconds against a full power Solar beam. I was so goddamned proud of him I wanted to cry. He's absolutely getting another onion for this, holy shit.

Oh, they're getting up now.

Breath caught and anger mounting, Jack slipped into quick attack with a war cry that could unnerve dragons, streaking for his opponent. Fire abruptly poured out, strengthened by the false sun over head, a brilliant and skin searing heat like a bonfire splashed into the sheilds as the wrathful comet slammed into the exhausted breloom without remorse or mercy. Did he figure out how to use two moves at once by watching the last match?

It screamed as fire engulfed and ate away at it, writhing and scrambling into the dirt in an effort to stop the burning. Either stop, drop, and roll was instinctive to grass types or it had been very thoroughly trained.

My rabbit stumbled away from the vicious impact, steam and smoke wisping off of his arm as he clutched it. He had taken his eyes off of breloom in favor of nursing his arm. That's not right, breloom was fast but I could still follow its movements, it hadn't hit him. Did Fire punch hurt him somehow? That shouldn't be possible, pokemon are protected from their own attacks. Did combining the two attacks cancel out his temporary immunities?

My eyes flicked over to breloom, it had put out the fire and was trying to stand, its leg badly burned and refusing to cooperate. Its breathing was labored and ragged but it was still trying to fight, it held that fighting type willpower. something that could be a blessing but in this case was a curse. It can't fight like that, but it just refused to give up.

"GET UP!" The asshole was yelling at it again. "I SAID GET UP, YOU CAN'T LOSE TO A PATHETIC BUNEARY!" Oh for fucks sake.

"It can't you idiot, it's done! Be a good trainer for the first time in your life and recall it." Just because it was conscious doesn't mean it could win, hell even if it could making them fight in this condition was fucking cruel. Especially for something as stupid as his own bleeding ego.

"Yeah man, Brelooms hurt!" Someone from the crowd called out, which was quickly followed by several more people agreeing with the heckler. The crowd was quickly growing louder and louder, most telling him to just forfeit, others yelling at him for ruining the tourneys, and a few just plain insulting him.

He was shrinking back at the sudden and deserved backlash of his constant bullshit. Someone threw a half empty bag of popcorn and like a match to a powder keg suddenly trash and food was being thrown at him from both sides.

"Stop that, I SAID STOP THAT!" His arms went up, trying to shield himself from the confectionery assault. "DO YOU PEOPLE HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM?"

"A PRICK?" I called from across the pit. Now this is some righteous justice if I've ever seen it, and I getting the whole thing on camera, this is gonna be my favorite video for a very long time.

His attention snapped back to me as his hand fumbled for his pokeball. "You! This is all your fault!" Yup, totally, you're not to blame at all for any reason, certainly not for bullying a bunch of rookies for months. "You have made a very powerful enemy today Thorn!" Red light streaked out and pulled Breloom into its well earned rest.

He opened his mouth one more time, probably to say his version of an 'insult' but was interupted by someone nailing him in the head with a half empty paper cup. Soda splashed all over his fancy ass suit, presumably ruining the expensive material and soaking him.

Fuming and red from embarrassment, he stormed off into the night. Well it looks like I've made another enemy in this world, hopefully he'll be more fun than the bees.

What was his name again, Aug? Oog? Eh, it was something stupid.

"THE GREEN TRAINER HAS FORFEITED, ALICE THORN IS THE WINNER!" The crowd cheered, nice to see that watching assholes get their just desserts is still a favorite pastime even an entire reality away from home. The announcer, a young teen in a white shirt turned to where Oogs had ran off to and sneered. "And good ridance."

He turned back to me with a smile, "Good job rookie, your prize is waiting for you at the front desk. You've more than earned it."

"Uh, thanks." I gave him a smile back before returning Jack into his pokeball, he hadn't looked up once in all the noise, still clutching his arm. It was starting to worry me, usually he can shrug off some pain, hell he had the best pain tolerance of the whole team. If it's bothering him that much then I need to take a look at it, now.

I gave a big wave to the crowd and ran to grab my pokedex.

Joops handed it to me gleefully, "Dude that was awesome! How many badges do you have, its gotta be at least three right?"

"Nah, I just started out a couple months ago." The actual video looked to be a good few minutes long, and I was eager to watch it. Rowan is definitely gonna like this.

His jaw hung open at that, but I didn't really pay much attention to him. Instead I started jogging for a nice secluded spot I could see in the distance next to a small shed, presumably for housing landscaping equipment. I gave him one last wave and a quick thank you as I ran off into the night.

The sound of the crowds excited chatter died down as I put more and more distance between us. I was out of the light now and beside the shed, it wasn't perfect but it was private enough. Jack wouldn't like a bunch of people gawking at him while I fixed him up.

The skull marked ball popped open and released its psuedo energy contents as I crouched down, Jack formed back into a solid, still nursing his arm. With the noise far behind us I could hear him hissing in pain. Thats not good.

"Jack, bud-" He snapped his head up and let out a feral snarl, his one visible pupil barely even a pinprick in a sea of gray. I reeled back, unsure of what to do. The growl in the back of his throat didn't stop and only seemed to intensify when ever I tried to make eye contact.

He reminded me more of an animal right now than a pokemon, hurt, freaked out, and dangerous. Cornering a scared injured dog was a good way to get your throat ripped out and this felt an awful lot like that. He seemed lost in his insticts and I wasn't going to test if pokemon had those same behaviors by ignoring his beastial warnings.

"It's ok," I kept my voice low and soft, making sure to move slowly and clearly. "It's me buddy, I just want to help." I stuck a single hand out, ready to yank it back if he so much as twitched for it. My other one gripped his pokeball, finger on the return button and itching to press it.

He growled as I moved closer but he didn't make a move for me, just breathed and hissed. It took a full minute before he calmed down, eyes gradually returning to normal and bristled fur smoothing down.

He was trembling but held his trademark sneer as I dared to inch closer. "Can I see?" He looked hesitant, unsure of what he should do. Slowly, with more nervousness than I had ever seen from him before, he turned and uncovered his arm.

I sucked in a shaking breath between my teeth it came into view.

The limb was scorched and any fur that hadn't fallen out was nothing more than scorched and black wads of melted keratin, blisters and raw bloody tissue oozed plasma as his body began desperately tried repairing the damage on its own. The reek of burnt hair stabbed at my nose and my heart fell into my gut.

"Oh Jack, what happened?" It was barely above a whisper. Did I do this somehow, did I push him to hard or just miss some sign. Did TMs come with some bizarre risk of this stuff happening.

How did I fuck up this bad.

"Ok buddy," we're at a shed, should probably have a hose or something. "I'm gonna get you fixed up."

He nodded and stared at me, face unreadable as I got up to look for some clean water. Cold water would help with the pain, if for just a few moments. The most important part was getting it clean, burns were extremely prone to infections and this was maybe the worst one I had ever seen. The inside of his pokeball would keep him from getting anything else into the wound and help him deal with the pain a bit more, but getting it clear of debris was top priority.

It didn't take long to find a hose, the spigot it was attached to was sticking straight out of the ground on the other side of the shed. A quick turn and water began running through the rubber tube. I walked back with the other end spewing fresh cold water and crouched back down.

"This will make it feel better, alright?" I offered the hose, allowing him to choose to put his paw in as opposed to just blasting him. "Just run it under there for a minute."

He shied away from it for a moment, probably convinced that anything touching it would only hurt even worse. He huffed and quickly swatted at the water with his mangled paw for a split second, testing the water. He quickly shot it back under the stream and let out a deep sigh of relief.

I got to work gently cleaning out the wound. Without proper medical supplies all I could do was give him a thorough rinse but it would have to do for the moment.

"Okay, I'm gonna return you and we're going straight to the pokemon center." He nodded, with his arm running under cold water he had gained a bit more of that fighting spirit back, but it would be gone as soon as the water stopped.

A click and he was stored again, converted to the mildly pain numbing state of psuedo energy.

Pokemon were creatures of energy manipulation, it was in their very dna. Their bodies alone are theorized to be comprised of at least five percent qsuedo matter in any given species. In some species it's as high as fifteen. They can actually function to a degree inside of the pokeball, basic thought processes, instinctual habits, and energy consumption. That's why they need to eat everyday despite being in a pokeball for long periods of time. Unless the ball goes into its emergency deep sleep mode, which condenses the energy even further down and practically halts all body function. That usually happens on either a timer of roughly two days without being operated, or deliberately by a trainer. It takes about an hour for the ball to 'warm up' and release its contents once taken out of that mode though.

I stood up, shut off the hose and immediately started jogging for the exit. The center should be nearby, they wouldn't put a battlefield over here without one.

I just hoped he hadn't done any permanent damage.

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Alice Thorn

May 4


Team

Jack

Buneary

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

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


3318¥


In Box

N/A


I learned a good bit while writing this little arc. Mostly that I should have had more stuff going on other than just pokemon battles, I should have had less battles, and writing several of them in a row is tiring because I'm basically playing chess with myself with the intent for one specific side to win while also making it exciting. I'll do better when we have another tournament. For now I'll work on the next chapter.

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