The Dragon's Den (Mod)

[randalthor]

WILD PURRLOIN APPEARED!

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Purrloin || Male || Limber || Dark || Level 9
|| Scratch || Growl || Assist ||

Wiggle... wiggle... wig-

~*PING*~

PURRLOIN WAS CAPTURED!

WILD PAWNIARD APPEARED!

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Pawniard || Male || Pressure || Dark / Steel || Level 7
|| Scratch || Leer ||

Proud Pawniard's carefully tended metal body didn't flash as brilliantly then, as it would on any other day, when the sun caught him mid leap foward. Dirt smudged a lot of the metal, refusing to release him as he raced through the forest, dodging around trees and leaping over stones, a near blur. It wasn't fast enough however, and he was reaching the point that he would have to turn and fight or be taken down from behind, pack or no pack to watch his back. He panted, and forced more strength into already powerful limbs as he realized he was flagging and heard the grumble of his persuer behind him, unaware that the more open space ahead was the spot of a vicious battle. Fitting, for what was probable to come next.

He chanced a peek over his shoulder as he burst into the open, and glared back at the blue-spiked form of his enemy in a dangerous rolling attack. He'd been struck once before, ground into the earth, and it was the reason for his armors diminished state. "Pawn!" He barked out behind him, and then looked ahead again. A tree... His eyes narrowed dangerously. He hadn't thought of it before... but perhaps.

Both arm blades extended as he came to the massive trunk full speed, crouched, and leapt toward the wood with knives ready. He jerked as he hit the great oak, and barely managed to drive his 'hands' into the soft wood, then crawled up several feet before carefully twisting to face outward. Only then did he spot the human, and a look of shock came over his face.

Only for an instant though, as the terrible monster beneath hit the tree, bounced, then struck it again. And began to spin, eating away at his safe place. Desperate eyes found the human, "Pawn! Pawn-iard!"

Unfortunately... the call for help only served to alert the other Pokemon to the more easily reachable, fleshier, target.

WILD FERROSEED APPEARED!

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Ferroseed || Male || Iron Barbs || Grass / Steel || Level 9
|| Tackle || Harden || Rollout || Curse ||

IT IS SHINY!

Ferroseed's heart pounded with excitement as his prey raced ahead, back exposed. His spikes were itching in his desire to grind the Pawniard beneath them again, and he would not be denied the pleasure. When the foolish metal Pokemon leapt up and found purchase against a tree, it only made the hunt more satisfying. His fellow, half Steel type had foolishly thought to hunt in the cave he had claimed as his own, and then attacked him when Ferroseed had tried to force him out... and now it would pay, and serve as a message to the rest of it's pack to KEEP AWAY.

He didn't slow down a bit, and struck the tree hard, bounced back, and then regained the speed for his ongoing ROLLOUT and rushed foward again. The second time his spikes began to dig into the wood, and the tree began to vibrate as he pulverised it. It. WOULD. FALL!.

The sudden call from above snapped him out of his revenge-centered, bloodthirty grind, and he stopped to find the target of the call for help. Gleaming eyes fell on a harmless human... he would deal with that one quickly. Ferroseed rolled away from the crushed hole he was making in the tree, shivered as his muscles seized in a hasty HARDEN, and then swiveled around to take aim at a new target.

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Walking over he picked up the newly captured Purrloin, and clipped it to his belt feeling slightly proud that he had managed to capture yet another pokemon. That was when he heard the crash. Looking up he saw another Ferroseed bashing against a tree trying to get to a Pawniard. Though this new Ferroseed wasn't silver like the other one was. Instead it was more a blue color, and he figured that it must be rarer being a new color. Seeing his chance at an even rarer pokemon he smirked at the thing as it prepared to attack him.

Both of his fists flared up as a red hot fire surrounded them, and he charged at the blue Ferroseed. Rearing one fist back he threw a Fire Punch at the Grass/Steel type, and then reared back his other fist to launch another one. He knew it was going to hurt though with those spikes, but he didn't care. He wanted it, and this was the quickest way to get the thing. Hopefully two of them would be enough to dispatch it with ease because he didn't wanna waste the energy on using another Hyper Beam. If the Pawniard didn't want to come with him though he would fight it. Possibly with Terra, or Saul.

Pushing those thoughts aside he focused on knocking out the imminent threat of the blue Ferroseed first.

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