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Otto twitched slightly as Justin approached, but managed to stand his ground even as the boy sized him up -- no doubt taking him lightly because of his short stature. Surely Sol would be able to deal with the blondie's Wartotle? Never mind that he himself had never participated in a Pokemon battle before in his life.
"Don't call me Bluebell. My name's Otto, and y-you'll remember that when I beat you!" He stood on his tiptoes and jerked a finger forward to jab Justin in the chest, but the move only highlighted their difference in strength: he felt as if he'd just jammed his finger into a sheet of steel.
He held back a cry of pain and retreated his hand with as much dignity as he could manage, though his eyes glittered with unshed tears. Must be all the swimming this guy did or something, even though he didn't look it.
Sol, on the other hand, wasn't as tolerant of Justin's invasion of his personal space. He lashed his tail back and forth with a vicious look in his eye, even as the other turned to lead them outside the Pokemon Center. Was he being looked down upon? He toddled out after Wartotle, impatiently waving for Otto to follow.
"...Both parties may start whenever ready."
Thank Lugia Professor Yew had taken it upon herself to explain the rules. Otto breathed out a few times to unwind the nervous knot that had been building up inside him and knelt down beside the Snivy. "Sol, I'll be relying on you." He lifted his fist for a bump. Sol, usually above such boorish behavior, returned the gesture begrudgingly. Otto gave a smile of surprised delight and fished in his pocket for Sol's pokeball. From the professor's explanations, it seemed that battling etiquette required both parties to start with their pokemon in their pokeballs. Well, Sol never liked being kept inside, but that was a necessary evil at the moment.
With Snivy snugly kept in the capture device, Otto gave one final glance over the crowd and felt determination surge up within him when he saw Mina joining the spectators. He looked back at his competitor.
"I'm ready! I choose So-Snivy!"
Despite his verbal trip-up, his throw proceeded as intended and Sol emerged from a burst of light.
“If. If you win.” When the boy poked Justin in the chest, the surfer couldn't help but to smirk the faintest of smirks when he saw the expression on the boy's face. Served him right. That smirk quickly fell away as Justin then left to lead them all outside, Justin looking around for somewhere that would do for their first battle. Eventually he decided on right in front of the center, which made the most sense to him. If they were here, then they could both get their Pokemon checked out after their battle. It was a good place to have their bout.
As the others began to file out Justin would head for one side of the area, his Wartortle following close behind. “Napoleon” he called bluntly, his Wartortle pumping his chest outwards to show he was still fighting fit and ready to go. “You're sitting this one out.” War!? “Remember our discussion earlier about you and grass types?” The Wartortle would nod, Justin giving his partner a curious look. The water type quickly put two and two together, giving a nod with a less panicked Tortle Tortle. “Besides. We need to see what our new friend can do.” Even if they would only be together for a few hours. Justin's plan still stood. Once he had an Exeggcute, he was going to let the Butterfree go back to doing what it did best. Whatever that was.
As the good Professor explained the rules Justin would nod. One on one, no substitutions, quick battle. He could do that. At least, he hoped he could do that. Was that really any fun though? He shrugged at his own thoughts, giving a nod when the Professor said that Otto would be going first, and that they could begin when ever they were ready. Justin was split internally when Otto sent out his Snivy. Part of him had a feeling that was the Pokemon his opponent would be using, while the other half had expected him to use a different Pokemon altogether. Still. If it was against a grass type, then this test would prove all the better an example for how their future bout with Exeggcute could go.
“Go!!” He stopped short for just a second, his tough guy facade fading for just a second when he realized he hadn't taken the time to actually nickname the Pokemon he was about to send out. In his rush to get an omelet Justin hadn't given it that much thought. “Butterfree!” he finished just as the bug type took form, the Butterfree flapping her wings a few times to stretch them. What happened? Where was she? One second she was neck deep in turtle stew, the next...she turned to see the human who commanded the turtle now standing as her trainer. So. That's what had happened. She had seen so many of her friends be captured by the humans, and now she had been as well. She smiled, wondering what adventures she and her human would be going on. “You showed me what you're made of. Now let's show them. Use Gust!” Just called, the Butterfree nodding and taking off in to the air, quickly flapping her wings to generate the gust of wind her new trainer had called for.
Panic flashed across Otto's expression. Butterfree? But wasn't he using Wartotle?
"U-use- Dodge the attack!"
Sol showed some irritation at Otto's conflicting commands and attempted to leap out of the way, but the brief hesitation he'd shown in his movements had given the opponent enough time to land her attack: a whirlwind whipped up by the Butterfree's wings clipped the Snivy and sent him tumbling.
"Sol!"
Otto attempted to rush to his partner's side, but Butterfree's wind put up impressive resistance and Otto found himself unable to proceed, for better or for worse.
What was he to do now? The sight of the usually proud and effortless Sol showing signs of struggle had spiraled his disconcerted mind into utter disorder, to the point that he struggled to remember what moves the Snivy was capable of executing.
"...Megadrain! Use Megadrain!" That was the healing move, right? Strategy had become the least of his concerns; he only hoped that Sol would emerge from the battle unscathed in both body and mind.
The Snivy struggled to his feet against the disorientation inflicted upon him by Butterfree's Gust and began making preparations to execute Megadrain. Small, glowing spores gathered around him, to be directed at the Butterfree in order to garner some of her health... But the opportunity to do so never arrived.
As a Caterpie, she struggled to survive. As a Metapod, she watched the goings on around her more closely to learn. Now as a Butterfree, she could act and fight and fend for herself. Throughout her entire life, the Butterfree had learned one very important rule for survival; It was harder to hit something that was moving than one that was not. As soon as her Gust attack ended the Butterfree was again in motion, all the while keeping her eyes on her opponent. This was her forest. She knew it like the back of her wings. The chances of her flying in to the scenery on purpose were slim to none.
Justin would give a light nod, glad to see the results of their first attack. Gust had proven to be effective against the grass type. Justin's attention went from their battle to his opponent to gauge what he was thinking when he saw the panic set in on Otto's face. If he was this panicked just because of a battle this small, he was going to have real trouble when the big challenges came about. Looking back to his Butterfree and Otto's Snivy, Justin would issue his next attack. “Silver Wind.” The Butterfree again would comply as crescent waves of white energy shot from her wings at the Snivy, while at the same time backing away from her opponent. She didn't like to be up close and personal, and she really didn't want to find out how the grass type felt about close quarters either.
The attack would hit their mark dead on, this time the panic driven trainer's Snivy not getting back up. As soon as the Butterfree saw this she relaxed her tensed muscles and turned, flying towards her trainer. Like his Butterfree, Justin too would relax now that the battle was over, walking forward towards his defeated opponent. When he and his Butterfree met in the middle the bug pokemon would circle her trainer before landing on his head, Justin looking up to the Butterfree with that really? look.Sighing lightly Justin would continue forward until he stood in front of Otto, arms crossed over his chest as he again sized the other male up, telling Otto simply "Might want to work on that panic button of yours." before stepping around him and moving to rejoin the others, ready to see the rest of the island.
"Don't call me Bluebell. My name's Otto, and y-you'll remember that when I beat you!" He stood on his tiptoes and jerked a finger forward to jab Justin in the chest, but the move only highlighted their difference in strength: he felt as if he'd just jammed his finger into a sheet of steel.
He held back a cry of pain and retreated his hand with as much dignity as he could manage, though his eyes glittered with unshed tears. Must be all the swimming this guy did or something, even though he didn't look it.
Sol, on the other hand, wasn't as tolerant of Justin's invasion of his personal space. He lashed his tail back and forth with a vicious look in his eye, even as the other turned to lead them outside the Pokemon Center. Was he being looked down upon? He toddled out after Wartotle, impatiently waving for Otto to follow.
"...Both parties may start whenever ready."
Thank Lugia Professor Yew had taken it upon herself to explain the rules. Otto breathed out a few times to unwind the nervous knot that had been building up inside him and knelt down beside the Snivy. "Sol, I'll be relying on you." He lifted his fist for a bump. Sol, usually above such boorish behavior, returned the gesture begrudgingly. Otto gave a smile of surprised delight and fished in his pocket for Sol's pokeball. From the professor's explanations, it seemed that battling etiquette required both parties to start with their pokemon in their pokeballs. Well, Sol never liked being kept inside, but that was a necessary evil at the moment.
With Snivy snugly kept in the capture device, Otto gave one final glance over the crowd and felt determination surge up within him when he saw Mina joining the spectators. He looked back at his competitor.
"I'm ready! I choose So-Snivy!"
Despite his verbal trip-up, his throw proceeded as intended and Sol emerged from a burst of light.
“If. If you win.” When the boy poked Justin in the chest, the surfer couldn't help but to smirk the faintest of smirks when he saw the expression on the boy's face. Served him right. That smirk quickly fell away as Justin then left to lead them all outside, Justin looking around for somewhere that would do for their first battle. Eventually he decided on right in front of the center, which made the most sense to him. If they were here, then they could both get their Pokemon checked out after their battle. It was a good place to have their bout.
As the others began to file out Justin would head for one side of the area, his Wartortle following close behind. “Napoleon” he called bluntly, his Wartortle pumping his chest outwards to show he was still fighting fit and ready to go. “You're sitting this one out.” War!? “Remember our discussion earlier about you and grass types?” The Wartortle would nod, Justin giving his partner a curious look. The water type quickly put two and two together, giving a nod with a less panicked Tortle Tortle. “Besides. We need to see what our new friend can do.” Even if they would only be together for a few hours. Justin's plan still stood. Once he had an Exeggcute, he was going to let the Butterfree go back to doing what it did best. Whatever that was.
As the good Professor explained the rules Justin would nod. One on one, no substitutions, quick battle. He could do that. At least, he hoped he could do that. Was that really any fun though? He shrugged at his own thoughts, giving a nod when the Professor said that Otto would be going first, and that they could begin when ever they were ready. Justin was split internally when Otto sent out his Snivy. Part of him had a feeling that was the Pokemon his opponent would be using, while the other half had expected him to use a different Pokemon altogether. Still. If it was against a grass type, then this test would prove all the better an example for how their future bout with Exeggcute could go.
“Go!!” He stopped short for just a second, his tough guy facade fading for just a second when he realized he hadn't taken the time to actually nickname the Pokemon he was about to send out. In his rush to get an omelet Justin hadn't given it that much thought. “Butterfree!” he finished just as the bug type took form, the Butterfree flapping her wings a few times to stretch them. What happened? Where was she? One second she was neck deep in turtle stew, the next...she turned to see the human who commanded the turtle now standing as her trainer. So. That's what had happened. She had seen so many of her friends be captured by the humans, and now she had been as well. She smiled, wondering what adventures she and her human would be going on. “You showed me what you're made of. Now let's show them. Use Gust!” Just called, the Butterfree nodding and taking off in to the air, quickly flapping her wings to generate the gust of wind her new trainer had called for.
Panic flashed across Otto's expression. Butterfree? But wasn't he using Wartotle?
"U-use- Dodge the attack!"
Sol showed some irritation at Otto's conflicting commands and attempted to leap out of the way, but the brief hesitation he'd shown in his movements had given the opponent enough time to land her attack: a whirlwind whipped up by the Butterfree's wings clipped the Snivy and sent him tumbling.
"Sol!"
Otto attempted to rush to his partner's side, but Butterfree's wind put up impressive resistance and Otto found himself unable to proceed, for better or for worse.
What was he to do now? The sight of the usually proud and effortless Sol showing signs of struggle had spiraled his disconcerted mind into utter disorder, to the point that he struggled to remember what moves the Snivy was capable of executing.
"...Megadrain! Use Megadrain!" That was the healing move, right? Strategy had become the least of his concerns; he only hoped that Sol would emerge from the battle unscathed in both body and mind.
The Snivy struggled to his feet against the disorientation inflicted upon him by Butterfree's Gust and began making preparations to execute Megadrain. Small, glowing spores gathered around him, to be directed at the Butterfree in order to garner some of her health... But the opportunity to do so never arrived.
As a Caterpie, she struggled to survive. As a Metapod, she watched the goings on around her more closely to learn. Now as a Butterfree, she could act and fight and fend for herself. Throughout her entire life, the Butterfree had learned one very important rule for survival; It was harder to hit something that was moving than one that was not. As soon as her Gust attack ended the Butterfree was again in motion, all the while keeping her eyes on her opponent. This was her forest. She knew it like the back of her wings. The chances of her flying in to the scenery on purpose were slim to none.
Justin would give a light nod, glad to see the results of their first attack. Gust had proven to be effective against the grass type. Justin's attention went from their battle to his opponent to gauge what he was thinking when he saw the panic set in on Otto's face. If he was this panicked just because of a battle this small, he was going to have real trouble when the big challenges came about. Looking back to his Butterfree and Otto's Snivy, Justin would issue his next attack. “Silver Wind.” The Butterfree again would comply as crescent waves of white energy shot from her wings at the Snivy, while at the same time backing away from her opponent. She didn't like to be up close and personal, and she really didn't want to find out how the grass type felt about close quarters either.
The attack would hit their mark dead on, this time the panic driven trainer's Snivy not getting back up. As soon as the Butterfree saw this she relaxed her tensed muscles and turned, flying towards her trainer. Like his Butterfree, Justin too would relax now that the battle was over, walking forward towards his defeated opponent. When he and his Butterfree met in the middle the bug pokemon would circle her trainer before landing on his head, Justin looking up to the Butterfree with that really? look.Sighing lightly Justin would continue forward until he stood in front of Otto, arms crossed over his chest as he again sized the other male up, telling Otto simply "Might want to work on that panic button of yours." before stepping around him and moving to rejoin the others, ready to see the rest of the island.
