Ok another funny thing
Gen 6 pidgeot speed is 101
Typhlo speed is 100
Wut
And mercy pls im sorry but im only a high school closet fangirl idk science
751. contingent: dependent on conditions or circumstances; conditional; possible
Pidgeot was understandably nervous – Green's victory was contingent on his ability to somehow knock out Gold's famous Typhlosion, a fire breathing colossus at full health. A daunting task indeed.
Pidgeot had to land a whole succession of hits for any chance of knocking out the volcano pokemon, while Typhlosion only land one flamethrower. Unfair? Just a little. Ok, Green was complaining, but honestly, being pushed into this kind of situation was really a big pain.
752. beleaguered: harassed; besieged
Landing physical blows would be nearly impossible; Pidgeot chose to try to beleaguer Typhlosion with whirlwinds instead, keeping a safe distance away to anticipate potential flamethrowers. The blasts of wind did little damage, if any – the gusts only seemed to stir up the collar of flames around Typhlosion's neck, making the tongues of fire dance and grow progressively larger. After sizing up Pidgeot, Typhlosion began releasing ridiculously powerful flamethrowers, and Green could feel the heat blasting his face even on the far end of the arena.
753. regal: kingly
Typhlosion raked the air with flamethrowers, keeping Pidgeot spinning and diving to dodge attacks. Green's heart stopped almost every other attack, but Pidgeot was just able to dodge by a hair. Red's training must have done wonders with Pidgeot's agility and maneuverability, because the bird had never been able to drift and dive so smoothly.
Pidgeot's regal crest was a bright blur that streaked to and fro in the barrier, and when Green swung his fist around in a circle above his head, he prayed that Pidgeot would be able to see. When hurtling around in the air like that, it would be hard to believe that the bird could see anything.
754. radical: favoring fundamental or extreme change; relating to roots or origins
Typhlosion finally stopped to take a breath, and Pidgeot immediately took the opportunity to back up into a corner and begin pumping his wings to move the cold air from the outer edges of the arena and stir up the hot air in the center. The intense heat from Typhlosion's relentless fire was quickly vaporizing the pond Lapras had made, and the collecting moisture began to swirl into a whirlwind, which picked up speed and grew into a small scale hurricane.
755. errant: wandering outside of established limits; straying
The Mr. Mime had barely finished setting up a barrier to cover the ceiling when the violent twister started up in full force. At that point, even Pidgeot could not control the attack, but he had no need to – as soon as the attack began stirring up its own force, he was simply drifting in the eye of the hurricane, a veritable shield and destroyer of anything errant that happened to sit in its path.
756. chagrin: feeling of embarrassment because of failure or disappointment
Of course, the whole attack was not as unstoppable as it may have appeared – Pidgeot was hard put to stay in the safe zone, as a careless drifting to the left could lead to his own demise. Also, it was impossible to see anything from the inside, while an attacker on the outside would have a good idea exactly where the user would be.
The hurricane gravitated towards fluctuations in temperature, which generally meant that the move was following Tyranitar's tremendous flames. The proud pokemon seemed chagrined, as it had merely stood and launched attacks beforehand; now, Typhlosion was struggling to reduce his own fire and escape the relentless pursuit of the twister.
757. contentious: always ready to argue; quarrelsome
Typhlosion was narrowly dodging the attacks, but not losing hope. Although contentious and quarrelsome when it came to battling for other trainers (Gold had let a newbie use him in a battle – it sucked), Typhlosion had been with Gold since the beginning, and fully trusted in his trainer. Gold was watching every single part of the battle actively, and had not called out a plan of action yet – however, judging by the look on his trainer's face, he was on the brink of reaching a plan.
Gold had an epiphany when he saw Typhlosion dash along the side of the arena. The twister had faithfully followed the heat disturbance, and had crashed into the side of the barrier and slowed greatly.
758. patriarch: a man who rules a family clan; a very respected old man
The patriarch of Gold's family had always been his grandpa, renowned for both his top class breeder status and his strange battling style. Gold's grandpa had created his team from the local pokemon he'd befriended, which had led to a homogeneous type team. Low level teams with little diversity had hard times climbing up the ladder of the battling world, but Gold's grandpa had succeeded with diligent observation and notation of his pokemon's quirks and specialties. He'd taught Gold the art of careful observation in battle, and Gold had made full use of his teachings.
759. umbrage: offense or resentment
"Explotaro! Keep close to the barrier!"
Typhlosion complied, and slowly, as the Mr. Mime strained to keep the barrier intact, the twister died down. As the gusts cleared, Typhlosion caught sight of Pidgeot, who was still trapped in the last winds of the twister. There was little Pidgeot could do to escape – he was a sitting target until the winds cleared, and Typhlosion wasn't about to let this chance up. He sucked up in as much air as his lungs could carry, and then released his largest flamethrower attack yet.
The flames swirled into the dying twister that trapped Pidgeot, and gradually closed on the bird. Pidgeot passed out from the extreme heat, and Green carefully aimed the red light of the pokeball so as to catch the plummeting bird.
Gold screamed. "YEEEES! HOLY SHIT THAT WAS SO CLOSE OH MY AR-" Green plugged his ears. A huge weight seemed to fall from his shoulders – instead of taking umbrage, he felt relieved. Although he'd been handicapped by gym regulations, Gold hadn't abused the rule, so it still had been a fair battle.
760. paradigm: an example; a model
The two trainers navigated their way to the side of the arena, and the pink barrier slowly dissipated. Gold was ecstatic, fist bumping and high fiving Typhlosion. Green scratched his head and smiled. There was no shame in losing to Gold – although certainly a strange and unconventional battler, Gold was definitely another paradigm of the genius battler. The only other being Red.
"Congratulations. It was a great battle." Green extended his hand for the customary handshake.
Gold seized Green's hand pumped it heartily. "Hell yeah! Next time we should battle outside of gym regulations!"
"Next time?" Green turned and hopped off the side of the arena, walking to the office to go look for the stash of badges - he hadn't even opened the box of them yet. Gold followed him, and the cameraman joined in too, eagerly recording the conversation.
Gold nodded at Green's back. "Yeah, we definitely should have a rematch! After I challenge Red!"