Post by ~/Birdybot\~ on Mar 1, 2009 1:42:54 GMT -5
One
Name: Fairo
Species: Shiny Charmander
Level: 7
Gender: Male
Attacks: Scratch, Growl, Ember
Personality: Energetic, cheerfull and mischevious, Fairo gets away with everything because of his angelic look. Some trainers, Sulteron included, can see through his innocent appearance.
Met: Professor Hide's lab, level 5.
Fairo yawned as the flames played at his legs, joining his tail as it twitched gently in their warm depths. This was how to live. The Charmander let out a satisfied purr as he wriggled until he was comfortable on the burning mock-volcano. He increased his body temperature, the flames licking their way across his entire body. This was how to live. Well, he supposed his adventures with his trainer had so far been both fun and interesting, but he if he was wild he would like to find his way to a volcano and snuggle up into the flames for ever and ever, swimming in pools of molten rock. Then again, if his life was spent this way, he might not evolve… the pros and cons seemed to favour his present life with Sulteron. Shoving any further thoughts and wonders into the back of his mind, he felt he should make the most of the present. He yawned again, his eyelids drooping.
"Wake up, sleepy head!" he heard his trainer's voice arouse him from the slumber he didn't realise he'd fallen into. ~I wasn't sleeping,~
[/b] he protested groggily, putting on his cutest, most innocent look. Sulteron softened. "Don't worry, you can relax after we train. I think perhaps we should practice that new move of yours first. You know, Ember. Fairo, let's see... what do you think you ought to improve at? Like, a move, attack, defence, speed, that sort of thing."Name: Fairo
Species: Shiny Charmander
Level: 7
Gender: Male
Attacks: Scratch, Growl, Ember
Personality: Energetic, cheerfull and mischevious, Fairo gets away with everything because of his angelic look. Some trainers, Sulteron included, can see through his innocent appearance.
Met: Professor Hide's lab, level 5.
Fairo yawned as the flames played at his legs, joining his tail as it twitched gently in their warm depths. This was how to live. The Charmander let out a satisfied purr as he wriggled until he was comfortable on the burning mock-volcano. He increased his body temperature, the flames licking their way across his entire body. This was how to live. Well, he supposed his adventures with his trainer had so far been both fun and interesting, but he if he was wild he would like to find his way to a volcano and snuggle up into the flames for ever and ever, swimming in pools of molten rock. Then again, if his life was spent this way, he might not evolve… the pros and cons seemed to favour his present life with Sulteron. Shoving any further thoughts and wonders into the back of his mind, he felt he should make the most of the present. He yawned again, his eyelids drooping.
"Wake up, sleepy head!" he heard his trainer's voice arouse him from the slumber he didn't realise he'd fallen into. ~I wasn't sleeping,~
Fairo throught about it for a moment. It was true he had never used Ember in battle before, so he supposed that must be his weakest point there, but as for the other things... Charmander were fairly all-round Pokemon, but he felt he might need to improve his accuracy and attack in case he met a fast Pokemon like a Flying type or a defensive Pokemon like a Steel type. ~That would be accuracy, attack and Ember, I guess.~ he said, but his thoughts were about the levels that could be gained in here. He supposed it could be any amount, judging on how long he spent in this paradise and how hard he trained. He had nine levels until he evolved. If he trained hard enough, perhaps he would succeed!
"Allright, then, Fairo. I have these discs. I'm going to throw them and you've got to burn them to nothing with Ember. I'll throw them slowly at first, but when you get better I'll throw them two at a time." She explained, and Fairo nodded to show he had understood. She held the disc firmly in her hand, poised to throw, while Fairo stood at the ready.
The first one shot out Sulteron's hand. Fairo watched it begin to rise, eyes fixed on it. He searched for the point in which he knew gravity would begin to work, pulling it down to earth after it slowed for about two seconds. He felt a little bad about playing on weaknesses, but it was how Pokemon won battles. Any moment now, the disc would reach the highest it would get and begin to get slower, although of course the Charmander would have to fire before then. He gave a yelp as he realised this moment was almost upon him, and shot flames from his mouth. They curled through the air and caught the disc in their hot embrace, bringing it to the ground where they licked their way across the small peice of flamable material, burning it until there was nothing left. Fairo leapt into the air, celebrating his small victory oblivious to the next disc, which had dropped to the ground on it's own while the Charmander had not been paying attention.
"Fairo, you've got to stay focused. If you did that in a battle you'd be hit." Sulteron said, and the lizard looked to the ground. He couldn’t believe he could be so stupid. He cursed himself under his breath, noticing his scale’s gleam was only a dull one. Perhaps he ought to polish them soon. No! He mustn’t think of that sort of thing right now! His head snapped up and a grunt escaped his lips to show he was ready. The next disc flew across, desperately trying to make it to the other side...
...and burst into flames. Fairo smirked, thin trails of smoke still emerging from his nostrils as he watched the flames flicker and die as there was nothing left to burn. "Good work, Fairo. Now, let's try to improve your attack by using less flamable material." she said, tossing a darker colored disc high into the air. easy, thought the lizard as it sailed back down to earth. He coughed, than spat out a larger flame than before. That ought to do it, he thought. The disc cuaght light and fell to the ground as before, but this time it was not destroyed. Burnt and shriveled, yes, but not destroyed.
~What?!~ Fairo was annoyed. Sulteron could see he was getting angry. "Now, now. Don't worry, these are designed to be hard. Maybe I'll give you one that isn't as hard. Then we can work gradually up to the difficult ones." she said, throwing another. Fairo failed to destroy it. She threw another. Fairo inhaled sharply, golden chest expanding with air as his lungs moved his ribcage up to accommodate more air. As it rushed through the bronchus, where it split into bronchioles and finally tiny alveoli, the fire inside the Fire type heated them considerably. The Charmander focused more and more heat there, until he could hardly contain it and expelled the blazing gasses into the air. The flame was shot at such a speed it appeared nothing more than a dash of orange through the sky, and one might have thought it nothing unless the doomed disc at the end of it’s path suddenly burst into crackling flames, which roared violently as the material withered and disintegrated.
By the end of the training session, a handful of shrivelled black discs lay on the ground where they had not burned, but by then Fairo was destroying both the plastic discs his trainer threw, and even when she used her power to make them faster, he caught them barely any time after they left her hand. When Sulteron was satisfied he had excellent aim and better attack power, she said, "Right! Fairo, I think that's enough training. You did excellently, and deserve this rest." as she picked up the unusable discs, Fairo crawled back on the rock and began to snooze again.
[/size]Two
Name: Fiela (But named RX-92 at lab)
Species: Mutant Espeon
Level: 7
Gender: Female
Attacks: Tackle, Tail Whip, Helping Hand
Personality: This Eevee is normally quite cheery, for it prefers to forget its tragic past. Alien DNA was grafted into it as an egg, turning its eyes red and adding wings, which couldn't fly until she became an Espeon. She would trust Sulteron and Fairo with her life, because they saved it when she first evolved.
Met: Transfered from the old Sinjoenn, level 5.
Fiela watched the leaf blow in the wind, her head resting on her paws, her back legs straight. Her tail swished, sweeping some more off the ground as she focused on the leaf. She could do this. She had seen her trainer do this so often, and she made it look easy. So far, even though she had been a Psychic type while travelling across a whole route now, she had not managed to attain the knack for this psychic ability. But now she would do it. This was a time to achieve! As she focused harder, nothing else seemed to matter but the moving of the leaf. Her brow furrowed in concentration and her eyes narrowed. Her abnormally coloured jewel began to glow blue, and her face lit up in excitement as she recognised it to be the same glow her trainer acquired when she used her power. Then her concentration was gone and the leaf blew away, leaving the Espeon to wonder if this was something to do with her mutation.
~Sulteron! Phew! You're a psychic, right? You can teach me how to do it!~ the Espeon giggled, her wings catching the sunlight with turned an eirie purple because of the energy in the leaves of the trees. Sulteron smiled. "All right. Now, a lot of it is about willpower, and staying focused. Nothing must distract you when you use your power, all you must think about is your will to use it. We'll start with something basic first; sensing aura. It's useful if you can't see for any reason."
After the Espeon 'morph had gone through a detailed explanation of how to sense aura, she got Fiela to practice. "Now, there is aura all around us right now. You can probably feel it by instinct." the mutant nodded. "All you have to do is listen to a perticular bit of the aura. Now, of you focus hard enough, you'll discover something. I want you to tell me what that is."
Fiela's eyes closed. She allowed her sense to fully grasp her, whispers of thoughts passing into her brain. The general atmosphere of the forest... it was like it was hiding something. She listened harder, now unable to feel the ground beneath her or hear the birds chirping above. She enjoyed this new sense, staying, just listening to the forest for at least five minutes. When she had first been given to Sulteron, while she was still at her home, Fiela had never understood why the Psychic types she saw on TV could stand still for days. Sulteron had tried to explain this sense to her, but all that had caused was her to envy Psychic types and. Turning her thoughts back to the task, there was definitely something... wait, that must be it. She couldn't tune in because there wasn't anything to tune into! Yes, it seemed obvious now! The aura was fake! She opened her eyes and proudly announced this, receiving a grin and a 'well done'.
Sulteron went on with this, explaining how to use all sorts of psychic things. When Fiela felt she knew enough, she suggested they practice her fighting. Sulteron nodded, but said nothing, for her Pokemon was still practicing telepathy and should get as much use as possible. +Right, let's see your Tackle. Come on, Tackle me so hard I fly into this tree.+
Fiela was shocked. +I no hurt you!+[/color][/i] Sulteron smiled. +I'm glad you care about me, but I'll be fine. I think you're strong enough to pull me to safety with your mind.+[/i] she said, placing herself about two meters from the tree. The rough bark looked as though it was capable of tearing her skin, draw blood, and, if Fiela was strong enough and Sulteron fell in the right way, possibly even break a bone.
The final part of Fiela's training; physical attack. She hardly dared look as she Tackled her trainer with enough force to send her sprawling into the tree, every part of her body screaming at her trainer to stop, be saved. It was the worst feeling in the world, and when she had obeyed her trainer she was filled with the most horrible sense of regret like a worm, no, something worse, a maggot, trying to push it’s way through her heart. It probably wouldn’t exist if her trainer was hurt. With every cell, every atom, of her body screaming furiously at the world to turn things around, to make Sulteron’s feet be placed upon the leaf-strewn earthy floor once more, Sulteron, enveloped in blue light similar to that on the Espeon's forehead, was slowed and her feet touched the ground. +I knew a situation in which you were desperate would work,+[/i] she said. Fiela grinned. +Let's do that again!+[/i][/color] she grinned.
Sulteron shrugged. Not much happened apart from what I have just told you during the remainder of the training session, except that Sulteron stood closer the tree each time. By the end, Fiela felt both stronger in her Tackle and her new psychic abilities. +Phew! That was tiring. Thanks, Sulteron!+[/i][/color] she spoke telepathically. Her wide, pale feathered wings stretched. She was still a little needy of practice at flying, but that was something she would have to figure out for herself; her parents has unknown locations, Sulteron could not fly, and she highly doubted there where any other winged Espeon. She had asked Minari before, and he had tried, but her body shape was very different; mainly in the fact that she had two extra legs and a longer tail. Either way, even if she couldn’t fly well, at least she could. Fiela took a running leap into the air, beating them powerfully beneath her as her feet lifted off the ground and she drifted unsteadily into the air to circle overhead.
[/size]Three
Name: Minati
Species: Shiny Starly
Gender: Male
Level: 5
Attacks: Growl, Tackle, Quick Attack, Fury Attack
Personality: This Starly has a highly positive attitude and will fight to the very end.
Minari watched the bug intently, his soft brown plumage being ruffled by a gentle breeze. The Starly as foused only on that single bug. Nothing else. He shuffled closer. The beetle stopped in it's tracks, antenna tasting the air for a sign of whatever it was that was making the noise. Minari also stopped, his breath low and silent. The beetle resumed movement. So did the Starly. He bounced foward on his branch, sharp eyes fixed on the one below him. Again the leaves rustled. Again the beetle looked up. Minari cursed himself. He should know better than to be careless! He slowly unfurled his wings. No branches were in the way this time! They soundlessly picked him into the air. He smiled, then he took advantage of his high Speed stat and darted swiftly toward the beetle. It heard him and flew off. He winced, pulling his wing instinctively over his head to protect it as he collapsed onto the branch. He moaned, for he, like most Starly, did not have a very high Defence stat.
Sulteron quickly spotted the Flying type as he rolled on the branch, attracting curious stares from other Pokemon. "Minari? What happened? She called, head craned back to gaze directly up. The Starly blushed. This was sort of... embarrassing for him. After all, who ever heard of prey beating the predator? And a mere beetle at that? He straightened up, puffing up his chest feathers in attempt to look bigger. ~I… was… um, practicing aerobatics, when something that had landed on a branch flew off and the branch sprang back and… I tried to dodge, and when I realised it was too late… I tried to shield myself. I guess it didn’t work too good. Hang on! That’s what we should work on; my Defence stat.~[/color]
He rubbed his head, where an angry red lump as forming, and swooped down to greet his trainer, cooing softly as he perched on her shoulder. He tucked his wings neatly into his back, his feathers becoming rustled as they brushed each other. Sulteron giggled, smoothing down them. He cawed, nibbling her finger playfully. She drew her hand back. ”Defence, huh? Sounds like we could have something there to attack you while you try to defend yourself against it. I don’t know what that should be yet, but whatever it is, don’t try to harm it or dodge. Speed is your strong point, and your attack isn’t too shabby either.”
Digging into her backpack, for she recalled stuffing a bunch of items the person at the check-in desk had said might come in handy, she looked through them; discs, targets, hoops, a dummy, and… yes! A boxing glove attached to a trigger. When Sulteron tried the trigger out experimentally, the glove shot a few feet forward, for it was connected to a spring. This would do perfectly. ”All right, Minari. I’ll try to hit you with this, but you’ve got to try to block it with a wing or something.”
A few meters away from his trainer, the Starly’s eyes were focused on the glove. Sulteron slowly counted to three, while Minari grew a little nervous as he prepared himself for impact. He might have no need to brace himself, but knowing how poor his Defence was, it would hurt on the point he used to block the attack with. But wasn’t that the point of training? Do something really difficult, then do something even harder, until the really difficult thing actually seems easy.
Minari cocked his head and gave a low coo. Sulteron nodded as she reached ‘one’, and the Starly moved his wing swiftly over his face as he saw the glove come toward him. As she pulled it back, he moaned. Sulteron looked concerned, asking what was wrong. Minari winced, rotating his wing in it’s socket. ~N-Nothing. Just really hurts, that’s all.~ He whined, examining the spot where the glove had struck. There was no bruise, no mark at all. He was feeling pain, however. Did that make him a wimp? Or did it prove he had no Defence?
Sulteron, seeing he was uncomfortable, smiled as she stepped back again. ”Don’t worry, Minari. We’ll just keep going until you get better.” she said, readying the glove again. Minari cooed again and braced himself. ”Try not to block until the last minute, because sometimes you won’t have any warning when you are attacked. If you can, pull the glove off course.” she explained, hoping the Starly would now understand what to do. He nodded.
The glove came through the air again. Minari eyed it carefully as it tore through the air at a fast speed. To block at the last minute, or pull it off course… he supposed his best chance was with the second option, for it did not involve any part of his body being hit. If only he were like a Rock type, with extremely high Defence. But then again, he would miss flying and being so fast. Best just to be happy with what he had. As the glove was almost upon him, he gripped it and swung his body weight to it so it swung to the left. He remained unscathed as it crashed into the earth.
Sulteron smiled. ”That’s it! Now, block. Next time, knock it off course. Then repeat the pattern.” she said, readying the glove for the third punch. Minari’s eyes narrowed to accommodate none but the glove in his sight. Everything around it was dull and blurred, but the glove remained in perfect sight. As if in slow motion he watched it leave his trainer’s hand and begin it’s journey through the air. When he could feel the wind from it on his face, his wing came up and the glove made contact with a dull thud. Stabs of pain shot through the Starly’s body, but he didn’t let his trainer know.
Fifteen minutes into the session, Minari could now block a punch without so much as a wince. Having a high Speed stat also applied to his reactions, which helped the exercise significantly. Blocking and knocking his way to victory, he finally decided that he had had enough when he knew he was stronger. He panted, rubbing his back and wings where he had blocked attacks. Sulteron was pleased with him as well. ”Minari, that was perfect! Keep that up and you’ll be great for sure!” she said, tucking the glove back into her backpack along with the other training equipment. The Starly gave another soft coo, before gliding back up to the tree. There was another beetle on the branch below.
[/size]Four
Name: Zen
Species: Party Dratini
Level: 7
Gender: Female
Attacks: Wrap, Leer, Thunder Wave
Personailty: Zen is hyperactive and determined to evolve into a Dragonite. If ever a battle arises, she wants to battle so she might evolve.
Zen swam against the current, her wriggling body flailing about as she battled the man-made river. Mizu was watching, amused, from a few feet back. She strained her muscles as they screamed at her to stop, but she kept going. Mizu gave an encouraging whoop behind her as she battled forward another few feet. She could feel the water entering her gills, flowing through her vantalation system and out her mouth as she dived under, breathing as a human would when she was in the air. Mizu grinned as she called back to him. ~Turn up the currents!~ He nudged a dial slightly, and suddenly Zen was finding it a whole lot harder. She was barely moving as the strong currents beat against her streamlined body. The other fish had all given up, whizzing back in a very comical manner to the area where only the regular gentle current flowed. Zen wriggled and fought against the currents, but it was all in vein as they carried her inch by inch backward until she realised this and allowed them to carry her the whole way back.
Sulteron was emerging from the trees. She grinned. Sulteron would help her! The Dratini waved her tail in greeting as the Espeon ‘morph crouched down beside her. She felt Mizu give a shiver beside her. Oh, that was right. He didn’t like Pokemorphs much, for some reason. Zen liked them herself, for they were kind, hardy and knowing; they understood her much better than humans. Presently, Sulteron was talking to her about which aspect of training would she like to improve on. She looked thoughtful. ~Hm… I suppose I’m an all-rounder, but… just now I tried to swim up the river with the currents on. Could you train me to become strong enough to swim against the currents?~[/color]
Sulteron smiled. She had something in her bag she had seen from Minari- a fold-out dummy. When at full size, it came up to her shoulders, and was the rough shape of a human or human-like Pokemon. Zen watched with interest while her trainer did this. She poked it with her tail when it was up, wondering what it was for. Mizu failed to stifle a yawn, and Zen looked around at the sudden noise, making the Buizel laugh under his breath.
”Alright, Zen. First I think we’ll get you to hit this dummy. I’ll add weights to it as you get better. Just hit it hard enough for it to fall to the ground.” Sulteron said, stepping back as the dummy stood facing the Dratini. Zen breathed in deeply. She didn’t know why, for this was merely training, but she was nervous. Breathing in, she saw the dummy, searching for a place to use as a target, a place which would cause it to become overbalanced and topple over. Breathing out, she felt more relaxed, and found it. A spot where the heart should go if it where alive should do it. Butterflies still tickling her stomach, Zen began to slither stealthily towards her target. She imagined it to have paws, and a furious snarling face, the sort she may encounter in battle. As she became faster and the dummy neared, she whipped at it with her long, muscled tail. She hit the spot she had been aiming for, full of glee as she watched to see what the dummy would do.
It shuddered and began to fall, reaching about a forty-five degree angle in relation to the ground before bouncing back up. Zen gave a warning growl despite the fact that there was nothing to growl at but an inanimate training dummy. It was more a growl of frustration than actual fury. Sulteron walked over to the scene. ”Hm. Not bad for a first try. Hit it harder, and each time you do you’ll find it a little bit easier. Once you knock it to the floor twice, I’ll start adding some weights.” she said, stepping back again for safety.
Zen watched the dummy bob back to it’s previous state and wobble a little as her trainer gave her advice. She looked at her target, a snarl on her lips. The Dratini charged forwards as before, but this time putting more energy into her strides. She knew she could do this. This time as her tail curved through the air, she put more force in it, using the momentum gained from the sprint. Skidding a meter, her tail connected with the dummy with a loud crack which rang through the air. She panted as she watched the dummy fall. It came lower, lower- but failed to touch the ground. The multicoloured Pokemon gave a grunt of agitation.
Sulteron called words of encouragement to Zen as she readied herself even further back than before, ear-wings twitching in concentration and determination. Her flecked red, green and yellow tail twitched as she stared fixedly at her target, picturing a large ‘hit here’ sign on it’s chest. Again the angry face of an enemy appeared on it. She imagined him to have a net in his hand, a poor trapped Pokemon kidnapped inside. This was enough to make her see red, roaring as she snaked her way swiftly through the long grass which tickled her belly as she glided across. Her tail whipped around, hitting it with an even louder smack. The dummy hit the ground immediately, bobbing up with such force from the impact that when it hit Zen it left an angry red mark on her back.
The pain didn’t matter. What did was that she had finally succeeded in the task of knocking over the dummy; all she needed was motivation. The seventh time, now with additional weight, she was told to use her Wrap attack as well as the ordinary knocking. As the dummy hit the floor, Zen caught it with her tail. She concentrated on evolving, training, becoming stronger so she could be a mighty Dragonite. She pulled the soft figure towards her, clenching it in her grasp so tightly bits of stuffing were forced out the material.
”Zen? That’s enough, I think I have to return that…” Sulteron said as the Dratini began to tighten her grip. She dropped off the dummy, grinning guiltily. She felt stronger. Perhaps it was a good idea to end the training session before she broke something. She slipped into the river again, deciding against testing her new strength against the currents and sighing as her aching muscles were soothed by the heated water.
[/size]Five
Name: Mizu
Species: Buizel
Gender: Male
Level: 7
Attacks: Sonic Boom, Growl, Water Sport, Quick Attack, Water Gun, Headbutt
Personality: Mizu is very stubborn, independant and wild. He likes most things, but dislikes most Pokemorphs, Potions etc, Voltorb and Electrode.
Met: Level 7, Red River.
Mizu watched his team mate as she trained. Sulteron still gave him the creeps. After all, she wasn’t a Pokemon or a human. She may have a kind nature, but her appearance was neither one thing nor another. It was just plain weird. He briefly wondered what it would be like if he became half human. He shuddered and pushed that thought away, watching them train. He must admit, his was a fair and quite good trainer. Everyone in his team would be around the same level by the time this finished. But he just wished she’d go into her Espeon form, he just felt more comfortable that way.
Once Zen was back in the river beside him, the Buizel leapt out, knowing it must be his turn to train. Sulteron watched his athletic movements with interest, for she was wondering what they should help him get better at. ”Mizu, you’re pretty much an all-rounder. Let’s do some work on your moves, in that case. All right, show me your Sonic Boom attack!” she called, and Mizu nodded. The weasel leapt into the air, twin tails leading his body into an aerial somersault. Lines of white light flashed from his body in random directions, where they crashed into the ground. He landed on two feet, looking proud.
”Pretty good, but perhaps if you had a better aim you would hit the opponent more often. Try pretending this rock is the opponent. Make all the dents caused by your attack in roughly the same place.” Sulteron announced her observations, indicating a tall boulder on the riverbank. Mizu was a little annoyed that his trainer had found a problem, for he had been convinced he was just about perfect at all his moves, but obediently studied the rock. If he could change the part of his body he fired from as he span, hopefully it would be fast enough to only attack one part of the rock.
Leaping higher than he had before, he had a good look at his target as he rose. As he started to spin as fast as he had last time, he fired from his arms, legs, tails, back, head… it changed in the opposite direction to his spinning. As he landed, he looked at the boulder. Seeing the dent scored in a line down the centre of the boulder, his eyes narrowed. At least they hadn’t gone from the very top to the bottom. However, it would have been nice to have been able to impress his trainer on his first try.
Sulteron thought she knew how Mizu could improve. ”Try spinning a little slower. If you succeed, take it faster until you can do it perfectly at normal speed.” she told him. He nodded, seeing sense in his trainer’s words. Leaping as high as his powerful Buizel legs could take him so he had more time to spin in, Mizu’s somersault was so slow all the rays of Sonic Boom landed in the same spot on the boulder with ease. The Buizel grinned. As soon as he landed, his feet pushed off the ground again as he went in for another try, this time a fair amount faster. The attack landed in roughly the same place as the previous. Before his trainer could speak, his legs propelled his body into the air again, this time spinning as fast as he had the first time. The attack did not land perfectly central, but it was close enough.
Sulteron seemed satisfied, at least. She nodded, content. ”That’s great, Mizu. We’ll stop that there. OK, now let’s see your Water Gun.” she requested. She did not believe she had ever seen a Buizel use a Water Gun attack before, but she had seen other Pokemon use it on TV, so knew roughly what it should look like and what the results should be. Mizu inhaled, the water vapour that the warm spring air had evaporated in it. As the vapour entered his body, which was suitable for water to pass easily in, it condensed. Now full of water, the Buizel shot it out his mouth.
The boulder was drenched. Mizu saw that it did less damage if the attack was shared out across the rock, so he tightened his lips to shoot the same amount of water in a much smaller line. It attempted to burst through, deepening one of the dents already formed by the Sonic Boom attack. He exhaled sharply, panting the fresh air. It was lovely air in his opinion; scented like water, with the sound of a current’s challenge drifting toward him.
Sulteron examined the attack with interest, noting how the boulder failed to take any damage when the attack was spread out. This, obviously, would be a problem if Mizu was fighting a large opponent, or one fast enough that he would have to shoot his Water Gun over a larger area in order for it to hit. ”Mizu, it’s a good attack, but I think we ought to make it so that even when spread out, damage is done. Try making the area you shoot at wider until the entire boulder can be covered and damaged.” she told him.
The Buizel nodded, shooting in a larger range, getting gradually larger. The result was that the dent became sort of pyramid-like; becoming smoother and smoother on the edges, but deep in the centre. He scratched his head in thought. Unable to think of any amazing ideas, he simply went for a second attempt. This time the ‘pyramid’ was more even. He grinned, and tried again. Completely even, and fairly deep. Ah, strength. How wonderful it was to gain some.
Trying harder than before, he shot in a way which drenched the entire boulder in liquid. He cried out in joy as a crack sprouted in the centre of the rock, extending its many spindly arms and fingers out to all the edges of the Buizel’s former target. He looked to his trainer, expression easy to read; he wanted to break it. Sulteron nodded, happy with her Pokemon’s training. Charging with his head pulled down to make impact, the boulder shuddered and collapsed into several lumps. Mizu punched the air. ~Yes! This is what I joined a trainer for!~[/color] he yelled happily. He had broken a boulder!
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