One more fighter on the pile

One more fighter on the pile May 1, 2015 16:15:53 GMT -5

Post by Yumi Tasukai on May 1, 2015 16:15:53 GMT -5

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"YES OUR TEETH AND AMBITIONS ARE BARED!
BE PREPARED!"

Venturing deeper into the cave, Yumi soon got the two of them on a path she had yet to explore, the bulky Machoke ever by her side and ready for anything. Yumi had to say, ever since her fighter had evolved he seemed to be a bit more self obsessed, constantly showing off his strength by pushing rocks out of the way or over his head when they weren't even really an obstacle.

"You should keep that ego in check buddy, it'll be the end of you."

The Machoke just rolled his eyes and gave a light groan, a casual way of saying "whatever" to his trainer. "Tell ya what. You go blow off some steam on the next pokemon we see...speaking of which." She pointed down the hallway they were travelling along, pointing out the small blue wooper that had crossed through, the small pokemon seemng dizzy and unfocused as it wandered left and right, seemingly in pursuit of nothing inparticular. "There's your victim. Have fun." With a pat on the back she left the fighter to his work, heading down a side passage and waving her whistle to show him how he'd know where she was. "You got five full minutes."

With a cocky grin, primarily to hiself, the Machoke took his opportunity to show off, pounding a fist into his palm and stepping towards the small Wooper, not at all scared of the much weaker pokemon...or so her thought. Only a few feet from the little guy, Bryson feel over as the earth shook and wobbled beneath him, groaning as his chin hit the floor and the wooper looked to him with an almost demonic glint in it's eye, sending an unnatural chill along the spine of the bulky Bryson. Still, this just meant he had some sort of challenge. Rising to his feet once more, he was prepared for the next strike, bulking up his body in defense and grinning wide as his new and improved muscles stood strong against the second use of earthquake from the little ground type. "Mach!" Rushing forward, he wanted to be done with this little critter sooner rather than later, rearing a fist back and preparing to slam down with a powerful poison jab as his knuckles filled with the lethal dose of poison, thrusting and seeming to hit home on his target as the earth cracked around his fist.

Or so he thought.

The Machoke had to blink as the Wooper had stood strong against his attack. Not only was he a stronger pokemon, but he was bulked up? Not much of a support user, it was likely he didn't even recognize the Haze the Wooper had used to bring him back down, or the slam that he had used at the last moment to fight back against the non-STAB poison jab, smiling that same silly grin as he glared at the Machoke, pretty much saying "Go ahead. Try again." Bryson of course would take the bait, slammng down another fist with revenge only for it to be slapped away, bringing both hands accross his chest for the next strike as he prepared a cross chop, staggering before he could use his move as another earthquake struck his legs, dropping to a knee and glaring down at the little Wooper that was teasing to him. With a low growl, he readied for another punch, but at the last moment, he decided to play it at least somewhat smart, slamming his fist into the floor instead, using his rock slide to collapse the ceiling on the poor little Wooper. A situation he could not Slam his way out of. Soon enough the smal pokemon was crushed, and Bryson turned away, dusting himself off with a smug smile, only to meet the gaze of his trainer.

"I came when i heard the quakes. Seems this little tyke has some power." She gave his chest a pat before moving past him. "Come help me un-earth him so we can catch him."

Bryson was going to hate their new teammate. He knew it.

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CODED BY SYLVIE