Hello! This time we're giving a glimpse into one of Marshal's Pokemon matches :)
Drabble 8: Wyvern
The black and purple blur swooped down and sliced across Marshal's Mienshao. The floppy pawed, droopy mustached, creamy furred Pokemon cried loudly as it dropped to the mats, unconscious. This was the second Pokemon he'd lost to this unfamiliar creature. The dark winged pokemon returned to it's trainer's side with three powerful flaps. It was a large, tight-skinned, black and purple wyvern Pokemon with sharp little red claws and two huge bat-like ears. Its trainer, a bird keeper with a long cape, black hair and a cocky smile rubbed the back of its head. The creature gave a strange, high pitched coo, emitting some kind of ultrasonic wave that hurt Marshal's ears.
"It's a Noivern," the arrogant young man answered, as if reading Marshal's thoughts, "from a region across the sea. My team is filled with others like it, Pokemon you've never even heard of. May as well give up now."
Marshal clenched his fist and held it. Keep calm, he thought. Marshal had a knack for losing his temper and beating his problems away. He could think of no less than a hundred ways to crush this smart-mouthed boy, make him cry out in pain until respect was learned. But this was not his dojo, nor the cage, nor the ring. Attacking him physically would lose him his title, giving the youth just what he wanted.
No, Shauntal had taught him to be patient, take his time and think of a solution before he acted. She would often leave a problem alone for hours or even days while in the meantime, she danced around her battle room to music, read a book, or just talked to Marshal about it. Without fail, she would eventually come up with something: she just needed to take her mind off it. However, she and Grimsley had already lost to this challenger.
Marshal stared at the Noivern, studying it with the Zoom Lens scrutiny only a warrior could attain from battle. It was definitely a dual type. One type could've been either dark or dragon or something different altogether, but the wings told him all he needed to know.
"You're stalling," the boy sighed, tapping his foot impatiently. "Just forfeit if you're gonna take all day."
"Go," Marshal yelled, tossing out a Pokeball that released his Sawk, a small, hardy, blue skinned Pokemon with a martial arts uniform much like his own.
The trainer grinned. "Air Slash!" he commanded. Noivern swiped the air and sent out a shockwave at Sawk. It was the same move that had taken out Mienshao and Breloom before him, both instant knockouts. Sawk was more resilient however, crossing it's arms and bravely absorbing the attack. Its Sturdy ability allowed it to keep standing with the little health it had left.
Now it was Marshal's turn to sneer. "Stone Edge!" he shouted and with a roar and a leap, Sawk punched through the floor mats, breaking the concrete beneath. Six sharp jagged pieces of the cement flew straight up and struck the strange bat-dragon. The Noivern squawked in pain and fell toward the floor,
The trainer grunted and stomped his foot as he recalled his Pokemon.
"You must learn humility," Marshal said, half advice and half insult. "Only one who knows his own strength can ever hope to be Champion."
The bird keeper grimaced, looking almost afraid as he sent out his next Pokemon. It was only a Golbat. He had been lying.
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