Tournament Finale! (Part 2)

Persian lets out a roar, an icy chill emanates from around it. Yet another super effective move from the opponent. “Dig, Trapinch!” your partner tunnels into the ground. The chilling wind whistles around the ethereal grass field. Persian winces from the lingering poison.

Trapinch reemerges under the feline antagonist. The blow knocking it from its feet. Trapinch braces itself against the icy wind, and Persian stands again faltering from the poison. You guide Trapinch back underground.

Ashley’s face contorts in anger. Her displeasure rising, as Trapinch dives underground for a third time. Repeating the cycle. Resurface, icy wind, dive, and most importantly poison.

Trapinch bursts from the ground once again. He doesn’t look good, ice crystals hanging around his body. Persian readies itself to roar another icy wind, but winces from the poison and falls **** to the ground.

“Amber’s lead grows. What does Ashley have planned to bring it all back?”

Ashley rolls her shoulders, shooting you **** glares. “Mandibuzz, let’s take this cunt down a notch. Someone is getting full of their self.”

The vulture pokemon circles around above. Trapinch’s ground typing will be of little use against the flying type. “Rock tomb!” Trapinch attempts to enshrine the flying pokemon with rocks. But one after another they miss, thumping to the ground.

“Steel wing,” Ashley waves with her command. The Mandibuzz coats its wings in a metallic sheen before diving at your partner. Your warning is too late, as the clang of metal against pokemon rings true.

Trapinch collapses, ice crystals still clung to his round head. There goes the lead. You didn’t manage to hit Mandibuzz with Trapinch’s remaining health. Now your numbers are even once again.

The flying type will be hard to handle. Tingle is a risk. His electric typing would be the best bet, but his bug typing makes him a liability. But you think he’s your best chance. “Ah, the Joltik from Amber.”

“Throwing in the towel with your puny bug?” Ashley taunts. “Air slash!” The wings of the bird flap sending waves of compressed air at Tingle.

He leaps back, dodging the incoming blades. “Electroweb.” The webbing nearly misses, but wraps around the talons on his foot. The shock pulses through the bird and it staggers in the air. “Again.”

Mandibuzz dives under the shocking web of strings. It rights itself midair, and slashes at Tingle once again with a beat of its wings. Tingle tries to dodge but the blade of air cuts through him. He cries in pain. This doesn’t look good.

“Thunder wave,” you try. Tingle emits a wave of static energy. Mandibuzz is hit by the energy, but that doesn’t stop the next beating of its wings. The compressed air hits Tingle.

“Looks like Amber is down another partner. And Ashley has secured the lead for the first time this match. Will that be enough for her to clinch victory?” You certainly hope not.

You whisper to the pokeball, “Runt, please help pull this back.” Your wolfish partner growls as she appears on the battlefield. At Ashley’s behest, the bird dives with metal wings. Runt dodges the paralyzed bird. It circles back around, and dives in another attempt. Runt dodges again, trying to bite the passing bird but misses.

You breath slowly. “How long can you keep this up? You’re going to fall, might as well give up now.” Ashley’s laugh echoes across the battlefield. You glare across at her, ignoring the fading ethereal grass, the ice clinging to any surface that allows it, the burrow holes, petals strewn everywhere, and the dance between the bird and wolf. Ashley’s threat from earlier rings in your ears, and you can almost feel the pain striking against your ass. No, you can’t let her win. You’re down but not out.

“Runt, take the blow, ice fang!” Runt braces for impact, the metal wing cutting into her shoulder. Her fangs coat in ice, her breath fogging in the warm air. She sinks them into the Mandibuzz’s shoulder. She shakes her head, ripping at the flesh of her enemy. They break apart with injured shoulders, which means neither of them can fly at the moment. Which is only a problem for one of them. Runt is used to not being able to fly, and quickly closes on Mandibuzz with another ice fang.

“Amber is clawing her way back. I knew this would be an exciting match,” Lance watches on with a huge smile on his face. “What pokemon will we see next from Ashley?”

Her Umbreon passes from the shadows, its glowing yellow rings shining through. The two canine pokemon circle around each other. “Swift!” A flurry of stars slam into Runt. You’ve got to act, you can’t let Umbreon wear Runt down. You know her Mawile is still coming.

“Ice fang,” you tell her. And she follows through, chasing down the opponent and catching him with her frozen mouth.

“Copycat.” Umbreon watches Runt, and mimics the coating of his teeth with ice. The two wrestle with each other, ice fangs sunk into each other’s skin. Runt tries to push Umbreon down, but winces from where Mandibuzz hit her earlier. And Umbreon takes advantage flipping Runt to her back.

“Amber is down to her last pokemon.” Thanks Lance, you’d almost forgotten. You return Runt to her ball. Wartortle’s got this, you tell yourself. He’s got to, finish off Umbreon and take down Mawile.

You toss out your starter. Wartortle turns to you, ready to battle. You smile, holding on to hope. “Water pulse.” He pushes out a ring of water, that slams into the hurt Umbreon. You hope it’s enough, that would put you back on an even playing field for the end of the battle.

Unfortunately, Umbreon remains standing. He snarls at Wartortle emitting a dark energy, that causes Wartortle to recoil. “Aqua tail,” you command.

Wartortle charges. Umbreon lashes out, biting into Wartortle’s arm. He whips around, his water coated tail slamming into the pokemon. He falls away from Wartortle’s arm and lies **** on the ground.

“A nail biter to be sure. Ashley’s Mawile has the advantage of fighting an injured opponent. But nothing is ever certain in a battle between two capable trainers." You gulp, you’ve faced Mawile before, you saw it tear through Blue’s team. And Wartortle looks worse for wear.

Mawile darts around the battlefield, closing the distance between the two. Wartortle’s water pulses keep a bit of distance, but the few that hit look to do minimal damage. The hanging maw crackles with electricity, and it sinks its teeth into Wartortle’s shell. Your turtle partner cries out in shock. And when they separate, Wartortle looks to be on the verge of collapse.

You swallow hard, it really feels like it’s over. You would need several more hits, but Ashley only needs the one.

“What is that?” Lance shouts in awe. The crowd around you quiets to a murmur. The stadium watches on in surprise at the unbelievable sight. Ashley, you, and your partners stand still in shock. Is this really happening?