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Gary in Cerulean City (Part 1)

I picked Metapod first because I felt like using my more powerful starter Pokemon was overkill.

All my Metapod had to do was harden and fix himself onto the ground. The little rat tackled and tackled and tackled, then eventually he couldn't take the blows to his own body. He almost flat-out refused Gary's instructions to tackle by the end of the bout. It didn't occur to my proud little "rival," that he could switch Pokemon.

"Urgh! You suck, Rattata!" Gary had to recall his rat.

Never in a thousand years would Gary admit that it was his own lack of strategy and skill that he would lose. It was far easier for him to blame his Pokemon for his losses.

With his Pidgey, he started to use gust and other non-melee moves to battle, and while these actually presented no threat to Metapod (and vice versa), it became clear that I had to change Pokemon to break the stalemate.

It was all too easy for my naturally fierce little Pikachu to destroy his Pidgey. As I mentioned before, this smaller-than-average Pikachu had, by some force of nature that allowed her to compensate for her size, been endowed with amazing electric power. She practically turned the Pidgey into Korean Fried Chicken with one thundershock.

"This is stupid!" Gary muttered, but was forced to take out his Abra.

Abra was difficult to deal with, because he used all his powers to just teleport away whenever Pikachu used thunderbolt. When Pikachu tried to tackle instead, Abra repeated the tactic.

I was going to ask Gary if he was gonna fight, but I thought it'd be the pot calling the kettle black, after how I used my Metapod. I therefore maintained some level of patience. Then a strategy came to my mind.

"Go Paras!"

My little band of bug Pokemon had been working to improve poison-type moves. Paras had learned to store poison - not deadly, but enough to weaken and knock Pokemon out - in her body.

I figured out a pattern of where Abra was teleporting to. There were only 4-5 different positions of the area that he could teleport to. For example, if my Paras tried to scratch him, Abra would obviously teleport to a point that's furthest away from where Paras was. Using this kind analysis of patterns, I gave Paras secret instructions.

"HAHA! Is your lame little bug tired yet? Abra is able to teleport all day!" Gary taunted.

I doubted this, but it didn't matter anyway.

Paras kept on scuttling over to where Abra appeared and tried to scratch him, and the psychic Pokemon teleported away. Then Paras followed where Abra appeared, and then tried again. This repeated for about a minute, when finally, Paras landed a scratch attack.

"Huh?" Gary was confused. "Why didn't you teleport, Abra? What the hell!"

But Gary soon realized that Abra had been slowly intoxicated by the poisonous vapors that Paras had been releasing near the set locations that Abra teleported to and from. At first, Abra started to break out in sweat, then started coughing, then finally became paralyzed and fell asprawl on the ground, writhing in pain. Paras didn't wait for my instructions. She started scratching and poking Abra with her sharp, pointed claws, injecting her poison now directly into the veins of the poor Abra.

"You'd better take him to the Pokemon Center, or else it'll take longer to heal fully," I said.

But Gary wouldn't be Gary if he cared about the welfare of his Pokemon. He brought out his final Pokemon of the battle: Eevee.