Golduck

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Team Rocket **** Emilia – Machamp is pretty strong…

• Gloom – Capable, Fainted
• Mankey – Fairly Weak, Fainted
• Onix – Fairly Strong, Healthy
• Golduck – Fairly Strong, Healthy

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VS

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Team Rocket Boss – Scared yet? Losing this battle will be the first step in learning your place.

• Dragonair – Strong, Fainted
• Machamp – Very Strong, Healthy

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You throw out your next pokeball, releasing Golduck onto the field. This earns a smug huff from your opponent.

“Relying on type-advantage, huh?” she scoffs. “Well, the difference in our strength won’t be solved with rock-paper-scissors. I can tell at a glance that your Golduck isn’t weak. But my Machamp is much stronger. Machamp, Vital Throw!”

“Golduck, Confusion!”

Machamp may be approaching from the dark, but it’s far from quiet, unlike Dragonair. Golduck is easily able to figure out which direction its opponent is coming from, and launches psychic energy in that direction. Though Machamp gets hit, it continues closing in on Golduck before lifting it up and smashing it back into the ground. As the Rocket boss suggested, Golduck still takes serious damage despite its type advantage.

“Vital Throw, again!”

“Golduck, use Zen Headbutt!”

It takes a second or two for Golduck to recover from the attack, but fortunately, Machamp’s Vital Throw takes even longer to pull off. This gives Golduck just enough time to land its headbutt, doing enough damage to stagger Machamp.

The Rocket boss is completely forfeiting her advantage from the darkness in favor of an all-out attack… As long as both pokemon are right next to each other like this, it’s your best chance to launch an offensive. Since you have Psychic attacks at your disposal, you’re sure to win! Machamp already looks weakened.

“Golduck, follow up with Confusion!”

You feel like you’ve got Machamp on the ropes, but there’s no sense of concern in your opponent’s voice. She nonchalantly comments, “Machamp, crush her pokemon with Cross Chop.”

Just like last time, your Golduck’s Confusion lands, but Machamp pushes through the attack. It strikes Golduck with all four hands simultaneously, dealing a devastating amount of damage and knocking Golduck out. N-No way…! How is her pokemon so strong!?

But right now, you mostly have to worry about your next pokemon. Obviously it’s Onix. He’s your only choice left, but…

“Onix, go!”

You throw your pokeball out, and nothing happens. It’s as you feared. Onix can’t fit in this place because the rooms and hallways are too small. Which means…

The woman breaks into laughter. “Ahahaha! She actually thinks she can battle with an Onix in a place like this! Some girls really are too stupid to be left running around in society! If I’m not mistaken, that’s your last pokemon, no?”

The rudeness of this lady aside, she’s right. “Y-Yeah, I’m out…” you mumble. If not for the silence of the hideout with the power off, they might not have been able to hear it. You did your best, though, so you just have to hope that was enough time for Stump and Jenny to escape.

The woman gloats, “I think I’ve proven my point, then. Not even in a pokemon battle can you hold a candle to me. I am your absolute superior, you fat-titted slavegirl, and you will know it in your soul to be true. Seeing to that matter is something I’m quite looking forward to. Now then, round her up boys. I will not delay the training session for this adorable failure any longer.”

The two flashlights close in on your location with obviously bad intentions. You reach one arm across your boobs in a vain attempt to maintain some modesty, even after being nude this whole time. You raise your other arm in fruitless self-defense. “Come on, at least be gentle? Please? I’m not-”

*THUD*