Fight Me

I caught my breath and sped towards Dre, aiming to lunge at him, I noted he cocked his knee. I think he expected me to act irrational and try to tackle him; like my original plan. Instead I leaped up as soon as he raised his knee and I cocked back a paw, balled it, and threw it between his eyes. The result was a hurt paw, and a red forehead on the Hitmonchan; the silent Pokémon cracked his neck and popped a right hook right under my ear. Damn near took it off, in my opinion; my jaw became numb and my ears rang as my eardrums were ruptured temporarily. The pain sent tears to my eyes and blood to my mouth, the blood dripped from the corner of my jaw.

The impact left me dazed and I twirled once before shaking my head clear, I took notice that the color of the Hitmonchan took full color; but something about him sent my chest into a blinding rage as I continued to look at him. A red aura surrounded him, I took a breath as the numbness in my jaw faded; a thought came to my head as I worked up a plan (My brain was on overdrive and I loved the dopamine mixed with adrenaline feeling!) to combat this boxer. Then all of a sudden it hit me.

Guerilla tactics. Play dirty. Bend the rules of Warfare. Plans kept going through my head as I thought of ways to blind this fool, any way possible. Glass works wonderful, blood contains iron which stings in the eyes, dust, swollen eyes... After I get the eyes, get his legs to buckle and then rain hell on him.

As those thoughts came through my head, I noticed a glass bottle near a Crogank's crock. It was freshly clean by him ten seconds before the first swing. I took it and showed the Hitmonchan the test tube, I noticed murmurs of uncertainty from the onlookers. I took the test tube and crushed it with my bare paws, pain stung my pads as glass shards penetrated my exposed skin. I then shoved the shards into my mouth and started to chew thoroughly, earning me gasps of shock from the onlookers and pain in my mouth.

Drew looked curiously, while the Machop felt his jaws; as if he thought of what would happen if he ate glass. Everyone else was just staring at me, the shiny Eevee with brain damage who is now eating glass in front of them. My tongue was bathed in foul tasting blood, I took a step towards Dre and he slammed his boxing gloves together.

I started to swallow, but regurgitated and spat the glass, bile, and glass fragments right into the Hitmonchan's face and eyes. I could've sworn I saw everyone take a step back, now the Pokémon will notice how dirty I can play. Dre gasped in pain and held his eyes, unimtentionally rubbing his eyes causing them to flare up in irritation.

My blood was dribbling rapidly off of my lips and jaw, I noted that my moves were now blurred. Every movement I made were quick and percise. I stopped bleeding, I came to the realization that I leveled up. My pain and aches were lifted, my paws were still swollen but I won't hesitate to swing on him again.

I just learned Agility!

I used this new ability to my advantage to upgrade the speed of my Quick Attack, I lunged at the Boxer and ducked under his wild, failing swings. I went low and hit him on the shins, causing him to fall on his face. I opened my jaw and bit him on the shoulder, and used my hyper active speed to drag him effortlessly and I strained my neck to move the taller Pokémon into a cinder block wall.

I let him go and he bulleted into the hard wall. I noticed a outline of the Pokémon in the wall, I will see him I'm the ER recovery zone after this confrontation is over. I saw a berry fall out of his gloves, it was blue with a button like stem on it, I recognized it immediatly. The eyes on the Hitmonchan were spirals, knocked the fuck out.

"O-oran B-b-berry..." I popped the berry in my mouth and chewed it. My energy was restored once more, feeling exactly how I did before the Hitmonchan lost. I faced the Machop and he cracked his knuckles by tightening his fist tightly, he was obviously angry.

"You just..." He begun, "That's against the rules!"

"Th-this is a f-fight," I reminded, still stuttering. "N-n-no rules."

"You arrogant, Honkey* mutt..."

With the million of books here, Honkey is a racial slur towards Shinies... meaning Cocky and Slimy Shiny. I wasn't offended because that's just sad that he has to resort to insults to battle me, I coughed and smiled. The Machop didn't have a red aura surrounding him, instead it was a bright orange. I noticed he sped towards me and his backspinning clothesline clubbed me into the ground me, his attack surpassed mine and the Hitmonchan's combined.

I hit the ground and my vision was blurred, bells tolled in my ears once more and I blurred my attacks once more and moved back. A tactical retreat to get my bearings, after I got my hearing back, his aura was literally hugging the color of red. Dark like blood, I felt anger boil in my veins like venomous chemicals.

The blow to me obviously took a lot out of him, my jaw opened. And this time it didn't closed, air started to vibrate around me as I placed all my energy into this attack. I didn't know what I was doing, so I was going by pure instance here; I am betting a lot on this attack so it better not fail me. God help me if it does!

Dark energy started to stream from my mouth. Pulses of energy swarmed my jaws and accompanied the stream of dark matter and started to mix the deadly sphere. Anger was being drained from my blood, but the feeling still swam around in my blood pool. Dust started to form around me, but I ignored it. I can't choke on this, not this.

The sphere was spinning now, this is were I learned this wasn't a Shadow Ball. This was pure dark energy being formed fright in front of my eyes, on the corners two Eevees (exact same color of me) were standing on there hind legs, forming their own.

I learned Double Team...?

I felt pressure on my temples, dust was swarming me. The clones were adding thier smaller versions of the sphere into tlmy main one. Once again I let my instincts lead me and I was bounding towards him with both of my clones. I shot the dark ball at point blank range and it sounding like a shotgun went off near my ears.

The Machop was stunned, fighting back until he he lost his footing and crashed right into the cinder block walls and he stood still. One knee on the ground and a hand holding a arm. I didn't realize how much energy I put into that sphere, until I sat on the ground exhausted.

Concern murmurs crowded as I hears a flap of wings fill the room, I turned my head and a sheepish looking Chatot and a pissed Pidgeot. I felt my heart sunk when she didn't have a outline, in fact everything turned grey once more.

I whited out, as the next few actions became a blur for me.