Sapphire Muse [Catch]

[Unnur Liefsdóttir]

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There were no trees here. No green masses to obstruct either sight or road; only a vast and very much desolate land, and a water stream separating the little vegetation that grew on one edge from lifeless earth. Warner had awoken some time ago, but he was still somewhat weak. Sluggish. He hovered in the air, close the the ground, close to Unnur, as the two went up and then down, hoping the city was nearby because they were both hungry. Unnur, more than Warner, as it always had been. "Hungry, hungry" she chanted, as if it were any relief to her aching tummy. It wasn't, but it did remind her bird that she was hungry and wanted to eat meat at a restaurant soon. Unnur took a seat on top of one of the tallest rocks on the hill to rest and take a look at where they were, take in the fresh air and the soothing sound of water and that was about it. There wasn't much around this place to keep her entertained for long, sadly. It was around this time that the teal-coloured bird rose higher, no doubt having regained most of his energy by now, not expecting any dangers to be awaiting his trainer down on the earth.  Warner 100%

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[Hanelli]

A MR. KRABBS WANNABE HAS APPEARED!

It's not Red, that's for sure.

Dwebble pokemon

Male gender

Shell Armor ability

Stealth Rock		Withdraw
Rock Polish		Rock Wrecker

^{CODED BY LYRO}

[Unnur Liefsdóttir]

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A rock seemed to move, and Unnur shifted her attention to it in a matter of milliseconds. Under normal circumstances, a tiny little bug would not be considered dangerous. Unnur wanted to believe these were normal circumstances, but the truth was that the tiny, seemingly inoffensive Dwebble had too much of an advantage in terms of typing—one critical type advantage, in fact—and, unless she wanted Warner to either get hurt or prove himself or both, the best alternative to pass by was to avoid confrontation. If only she acknowledged that simple fact. If only she paid more attention to her companion's needs and desires. Alas, she did not. She would not, this time, not until it was too late. Warner leaned to his left and dived down as soon as he heard his trainer's whistle in the distance. It wasn't something they used frequently, these whistles. The little flying type could swear the only other time in which they'd communicated through whistles had been during their very first meeting, and those had been out of annoyance than anything else, but there was somethin unmistakeable about his trainer's whistles—they were as high-pitched and annoying as the brat's voice and entire presence were. The small little teal-coloured Fletchinder took up speed as he descended. The wind was even blowing in his favour, yet when the time came for him to collide against the Dwebble, to push it and make it roll on the dirt all by itself, Warner couldn't do much. The rock bug was pushed back and it stumbled on its feet, but once done and delivered, Warner's attack seemed to have been all but futile. "Hungry," Unnur repeated. He rose, and then tried again. No bug would disgrace him without repercussion, or at the very least not before his judging trainer's eyes. A second try, a second failure. Well, wasn't this anticlimatic? "Warner, back!" came the blue-haired girl's orders, eager for her Pokémon to return to her and figure out a new strategy. While he did this, the Dwebble withdrew into its shell. Unnur would not notice until it was too late to stop it. Quite the smart Dwebble, indeed. It saw the opportunity and took it, plain and simple as that. Then it approached, stealthily, sneakily, making no noise and no sound to the point it appeared to them it had also made no movement. The bird noticed before his trainer did, and in his struggle to protect her he flew back to where steep rocks met hard floor. The wild Dwebble dashed forward, dangerously powerful in its recklessness, making the rocks behind the two fall on top of them, bury them in silence. Their battle ended as abruptly as it had started, and there was no winner other than the earth, which would have some decomposed bodies providing it nutrients very soon if Unnur did nothing to get her lame bird out of there as soon as possible. Three seconds and a pokéball later, the young trainer and her Beartic were pushing rocks out of the way at the site of the disaster. Warner 0%

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