Rallying The Defense [Mod]

[Oliver Radleigh]

[STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 32px; text-align: left; margin-left: 15px; color: #CD0000; margin-bottom: -8px;]you're so cynical [/style]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/tables/ricepaper-red.png); -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-size: 18px; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #CD0000;]holding on, I'm lost in a haze fighting life 'til the end of my days[/style] [STYLE=width: 365px; height: 340px; background: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/tables/ricepaper-hue-pink.jpg); margin-left: 7px; margin-right: 7px; margin-top: -7px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; opacity:0.5; border-top: #EE0000 solid 5px; border-bottom: #EE0000 solid 5px; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #000000;]For someone who didn't sleep much and was thus often active at night, such as Oliver, the trek from Aether to the mountains took half the time it would for others, if that. It was something he found himself doing quite often - wandering around and leaving Aether. Someone like him always had a busy mind, reality plaguing his thoughts, his position and duty taking presidence over most of his actions... but despite everything he did, everything he had accomplished - one thing remained. He was far from happy. There were few moments in the navy haired man's life where he found himself happy, and even fewer where he found himself able to smile. It had been years since he last remembered the times where he was able to smile and laugh freely, times when his father used to play with him and his mother waited by the door with glasses of cold drinks, waiting for the two to finish and come rest. Times when he and his father held practice pokemon battles, the man teaching him ways to handle different situations. Times when his mother would teach him to cook, the two laughing as they made delightful messes in the kitchen, even taking enjoyment out of cleaning them up. Those were long gone. The man now alone in his life, so he saw it. His mother and father were dead, he had no siblings... and friends were few and far between. At the time, the only thing he found he could continually count on were the pokemon by his side. Speaking of which... Pulling two of the balls from the belt under his jacket, he released the pokemon within - a golden dragon and a black fox, both pokemon yawning and stretching as they were freed from their capsules. Looking up to their trainer, both noticed the look on his face, the emotion that it displayed - something that was shown rarely, and only when he was alone. The human was troubled, and they both knew it. A frown formed on the Zorua's face as she stepped forward to nuzzle Oliver's leg in a comforting manner, bringing a small, yet forced smile to his face. Looking from her to the Charmander, Oliver sighed, turning to look up at the sky, darkening with the setting sun. "It's going to be a long night... are you ready?" He asked, his eye not leaving the sky as the stars slowly began to peek through the fading light. Both pokemon nodded, determined. They knew why they had come, and they were more than ready. [/style] Credits;; Ryuuin Tags;; Le mod~ Notes;; Charmander is lvl 5, Zorua is lvl 6

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[Cori]

WILD PAWNIARD APPEARED!

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Pawniard || Male || Inner Focus || Dark/Steel || Level 7
Scratch || Leer

Dusk was unquestionably upon the Amplus Mountains in full force as with each passing moment the sky grew ever dimmer. Soon enough its brief rule over the range would pass into the hands of the night and all up and down the mountainsides and valleys there were little signs of wild Pokémon fleeing to the safety of their dens and nests, settling down for a good night’s rest in trees and below the earth in order to face the next dawn with renewed vigor. However, while many creatures were drifting off to sleep, just as many were only now stirring from their own daytime rest. They were the nocturnal creatures, the dark-types and other predators who thrived in the pitch-black hours between sunset and sunrise. And while most of them would not be fully awake until the only lights in the sky above were the distantly winking stars, there were at least early risers who judging from the harsh sound of fangs on steel were already well into their “morning” routine.

With a savage leap a Pawniard struck out against his apprentice, a young Sandile, his twin arm blades sweeping over the less experienced dark-type’s through just a hair’s breadth from the lass’s striped hide. Through narrow, carefully emotionless eyes he watched as the helpless creature gulped in fear, no doubt inwardly panicking as her mentor’s razor-sharp edges nearly tore out her throat. For a moment, he just sat there while straddling her overturned body, until the masked reptile broke their eye contact to look away as her fear abated and the humiliation of her defeat caught up with her. The Pawniard gave a snort of disapproval at the look as he hopped off of her exposed belly - she had good reason to be humiliated, what with how poor a match that had been. He had easily rendered her defenseless by flipping her onto her back, and if he had been a serious opponent she would most likely be bleeding to death in a pool of her own blood right now. As with all the others that preceded it, this sparring match had ended in her sound defeat, and the half-steel creature was starting to wonder why he had taken in the foolish child in the first place when she was clearly a dunce of a student.

Perhaps it had been because they were both partial dark-types, or it might have been how pathetic the crocodile had looked when he first stumbled upon her barely two months ago: stick-thin and starving, terribly weak, and only just clinging to life. He should have put her out of her misery then and there but for some reason he felt compelled to take the fool in anyway and teach her how to survive on her own. It went against his solitary nature, but he found after a while that he did not hate the company so much, and she was quick in learning everything but how to fight off attackers without getting killed in the process. He raised one bladed hand, about to signal that she should get to her feet and prepare for their next round, when the sound of a distinctly non-Pokémon voice caught his attention. A human was in the area, which could only mean trouble. Still, according to the Pawniard’s philosophy, it was easier to deal with such dangers when you knew what you were getting into. So rather than motioning for her to come at him he gave two quick jerks of his blade as he headed for the source of the voice, their meaning perfectly clear - follow me and don’t dawdle.

He never looked back to see if his apprentice had followed him. He didn’t need to. Despite her ineptitude in battle the child was always quick to do what she was told and sure enough it wasn’t long before he heard the reptile’s plodding footsteps behind him and the Pawniard made a quick mental note that if they both made it back to their home in one piece, a few lessons in stealth were definitely in order.

WILD SANDILE APPEARED!

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Sandile || Female || Moxie || Ground/Dark || Level 4
Leer || Rage || Bite

The Sandile huffed as she trotted after Master, wondering why the other dual-type was always so hard on her. Gosh. She was trying really hard to be a good apprentice to him, so he could at least be a little nicer to her. She had seriously thought he was going to kill her for a few terrified heartbeats during that last bout! In the end, though, he’d just let her get right back up again the way he did every single time he wiped the mountain paths with her face, and while the move might seem noble to an outsider it just pricked at her more.

He didn’t think she could do it. Even after she’d learned everything else he had to teach her perfectly, the older Pokémon still treated her like a helpless little hatchling. Oh, sure, he sparred with her and was never shy about brutally beating her down, but after every battle she was still able to hop right back up with little more than a few bruises on her skin and a couple more to her pride. He never let his blades touch her skin no matter how threatening he tried to appear with them in order to emphasize that another wild Pokémon would not be so kind as to give her a second chance like he did. He was practically mocking her!

There were only two ways she could see that would ever get him to be more serious with her: either she would need to beat him fair and square, or she would have to demonstrate to him that wild and trained Pokémon alike were no match for her. So when the duo neared the source of the sound her master had picked up, a rash idea began forming in her head at the sight of the blue-haired man’s two Pokémon partners. If she could defeat them, surely her master would have to accept that she was getting stronger! Without giving her mentor time to object the Sandile’s lazy trot became a mad sort-of gallop as she raced straight for the Zorua, intent on Biting the other dark-type over and over again until the other blacked out.

OOC: Sorry I got carried away with this. :'D

[Oliver Radleigh]

[STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 32px; text-align: left; margin-left: 15px; color: #CD0000; margin-bottom: -8px;]you're so cynical [/style]

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[Cori]

WILD PAWNIARD APPEARED!

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Pawniard || Male || Inner Focus || Dark/Steel || Level 7
Scratch || Leer

The Pawniard sighed mentally as he watched his young apprentice charge forward in a rush, heeding not the dangers that might be ahead. For foolish, running headfirst into a battle without stopping to assess the competition first, but he expected no less of her. If the young crocodile wanted to try and impress him, then that was all well and good; if she got in over her head, he would naturally intervene and save her, but if she was going to be reckless enough to risk her hide fighting an opponent that clearly outclassed her, he was not about to stop her. If she managed to pull off a victory despite everything, he would be sure to give her some form of acknowledgement after reprimanding her for her carelessness, and if she lost...well, he would be more concerned with getting both of them out of there alive than lecturing the inexperienced fighter. Making sure she lived was more important than berating her, at least until they were both in a safe location.

Unfortunately, judging from the Zorua’s partner, escaping in such an event would not be that easy. The Pawniard narrowed his eyes, their attention immediately drawn to the flame on the tip of the yellow-skinned Charmander’s tail, already wary and watching the shiny for any hint of action. How unfortunate that his student chose to go after her fellow dark-type instead of dealing with the firebreather; she, with her thicker hide, would fare far better against the creature’s flames, while he was certain he could take care of the Zorua without much trouble thanks to his steel-clad defenses. For now, it appeared that he would have to divide his attention between keeping an eye on the lizard and his young partner’s battle in case she should fall.

WILD SANDILE APPEARED!

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Sandile || Female || Moxie || Ground/Dark || Level 4
Leer || Rage || Bite

As focused as she was on maintaining her grip on the Zorua’s flesh, the Sandile had no way to avoid the Aerial Ace aimed straight for her, and she gave a muffled cry of pain as the energy-charged paw struck her head sharply. Oooh, that one hurt! It was worlds different from how her Pawniard master treated her during their practice matches, but she wasn’t about to give up and run back to him begging for help! Even if she failed here, she was determined not to go crying to him to save her this time. She could...she could deal with the pain. She had to, otherwise he would never see her as anything more than a child and a failure. Unaware of how little her attacks were doing to the dark-pelted creature in her jaws, she Bit down with more force than ever, the feeling of her teeth sinking into the flesh beneath the fur soothing the ache from her wound slightly. To keep picking away at her opponent when she was clearly outclassed and on the fast track to fainting was a foolish maneuver, but without any better attacks in her arsenal, this was the best that she could do.

[Oliver Radleigh]

[STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 32px; text-align: left; margin-left: 15px; color: #CD0000; margin-bottom: -8px;]you're so cynical [/style]

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[Cori]

WILD SANDILE APPEARED!

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Sandile || Female || Moxie || Ground/Dark || Level 4
Leer || Rage || Bite

The Sandile had already mentally prepared herself to take another punishing Aerial Ace from the Zorua’s claws, but she was in no way prepared for the energy-infused headbutt the illusionist Pokémon used next, cracking sharply against the dual-type’s own skull with what felt to the victim like a brain-shattering force and scoring a critical hit. The pain was excruciating and the crocodile released her jaws’ grip on the other Pokémon with an agonized cry, her blood-stained teeth finally falling away from the fox’s flesh as her body dropped to the ground like a once-fashionable Sandile leather handbag that was now seen as tacky and whose owner had subsequently tossed in the dumpster. It hurt! Pain screamed through her head like a siren, constant and wailing without any sign of letting up, completely drowning out any other thoughts she might have. There was no pondering her failure, no mental laments of how she should have done better or time to regret that her master would really never see her as a fighter now. There was only suffering.

Even after hitting the ground, the pitifully weak creature continued to roll and screech in an attempt to assuage the head splitting agony she was in, her little body kicking up dust as she flailed around helplessly, but it was no use; by the time the Charmander’s fire properly illuminated the scene, her struggles had slowed to a halt and her shrieks of pain had faded into a half-hearted whine before dying away altogether while her writhing form finally grew still - the creature falling unconscious to lie helplessly on her back with her throat and stomach exposed for all to see. It would be pathetically easy for the vicious little dark-type to step forward and end the stupid thing’s life with a well-placed strike....

WILD SANDILE FAINTED! IT CAN NOW BE CAUGHT! ZERA GAINED 2 LEVELS FOR WINNING!

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WILD PAWNIARD APPEARED!

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Pawniard || Male || Inner Focus || Dark/Steel || Level 7
Scratch || Leer

At least, it should have been easy, had a black-and-red blur not dashed between the Zorua and the prone reptile, its body glistening with blades as it finally revealed itself in the firelight. The Pawniard fixed the other dark-type with a cold stare that contrasted sharply with the orange of her teammate’s flames glinting dangerously off of the two blade-tipped arms the small creature was pointing at the black-furred one, clearly warning the other off. In the end, lurking behind in the shadows had indeed been advantageous to him at first, their welcome darkness cloaking his form until the Charmander let loose an illuminating jet of flames. It was likely only because his position had not been compromised until that point that he was able to run past the golden lizard and avoid the flames in time to stop the Zorua from killing the kid, and for that he was grateful.

However, by giving himself up, he had also effectively thrown what little of his luck remained out the window.

It would have been far smarter to let the two-toned fox finish off the youngster and leave while he had the chance, but once more that stubborn sense of honor he possessed kept him from doing the intelligent thing. For all the trouble her rashness had caused them so far, she was still his charge and he would do everything in his power to protect her from an untimely death. Even so, it was starting to look like even that determination might not be enough as he was both outnumbered and clearly outclassed by the Charmander - flames that large and brilliant hinted that he was not to be trifled with, especially by any Pokémon that counted steel as one of their types. Against the Zorua along, in a straight fight, he might have had a chance; against two foes, however, the outcome looked increasingly bleak. Fighting the Zorua would mean diverting his attention from the Charmander, which could then roast him from behind. Likewise, in a fight against the fire-breather he was doomed from the start. Dragging the Sandile away to safety was also out, as her dead weight would weigh him down too much and make outrunning this pair impossible.

I suppose there is only one thing to do then, the warrior thought with grim resignation as he turned his attention back to the Zorua, shooting her an angry Leer from beneath his helm before dashing forward, swinging his bladed arms in an attempt to Scratch the canine, knowing full well that he was probably going to get both himself and his partner killed at this rate. But if he was going to die, he would do it with a warrior’s dignity rather than charging head first into raging flames. Let them be the ones to score a dirty victory; he would keep his pride intact, even in taking it to the grave.

WILD AERODACTYL APPEARED!

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Aerodactyl || Male || Rock Head || Rock/Flying || Level 7
Ice Fang || Fire Fang || Thunder Fang || Wing Attack || Supersonic
Bite || Scary Face

Hah, now that was rich. That little fool thought he could take on two clearly superior opponents all on his own with no help, no backup? The monstrous reptile snorted from his perch curled atop a tree like a gargoyle on a spire, watching the fight unfold beneath him with a wicked smirk that just barely caught the light below with a flash of fangs. The Pawniard was clearly either an idiot or had sustained major amounts of brain damage in a previous battle, as he was definitely waltzing straight into a fight he had no hope of winning. Why even bother? He should have run for his life like the weakling he was when he had the chance instead of leaping into heroics. Humans were the only ones who appreciated those fake-as-hell displays anyway, and even then, the blue-haired man with them hardly looked the type to be impressed with such a touching scene. Even from this high he could tell that there was something feral about the man, something dangerous and all too familiar. It seemed that another apex predator had wandered into his territory, which was a development that the Aerodactyl did not appreciate one bit, even if watching the Sandile and the Pawniard getting themselves ripped apart made for an entertaining “early” show.

What, then, should he do about this situation? This area was his hunting ground and seeing someone trying to usurp that claim sent a tremor of rage running through the dual-type’s winged body. Should he swoop down and “save” the Pawniard, fighting off the other two and their trainer in the process? No, that would be just as sappy as the steel-type’s previous display, and the treetop tyrant like to think that he possessed far more class than that. The ancient creature let out a growl of annoyance as he shifted on his perch, trying to settle into a more comfortable position to watch the second half of the battle in. He would let the newcomers get rid of the Pawniard for him, and then when they were hopefully tired from the fight he would take his chances and strike. A saw-toothed grin split his rough gray features at that thought and, deciding that he could afford to give the intruders a few more minutes in his neck of the woods before taking matters into his own claws.

OOC: Latepost is late and crappy. Also, I split the Aerodactyl's moves into two different lines to keep it from looking awkward. If you do not appreciate the minor edit I made to the template without asking, just tell me and I'll put them back on one line. ^-^'