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Here's a RP between me, Crossdog367 (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/crossdog367/), & Licorice (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/licorice) that's been in the works for a very, very, very, verrrrry long time....
Team Shroud vs. Team Lightbomb, freshmen vs. freshmen, who will win? Or will they just make complete Idiots of themselves? My bets go to the last one!
WARNING!! This contains Les and Burst cussing at their worst, you have been warned.
All mentioned characters controled by their owners.
Team Shroud vs. Team Lightbomb, freshmen vs. freshmen, who will win? Or will they just make complete Idiots of themselves? My bets go to the last one!
WARNING!! This contains Les and Burst cussing at their worst, you have been warned.
All mentioned characters controled by their owners.
Category Story / Pokemon
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 50 x 50px
File Size 60 kB
Listed in Folders
After school hours at the PCA met a agitated shiny Lopunny. Les had never been particularly cheerful and today was obviously going to be no different as he wandered around campus in a foul mood as usual.
"Damn it all... seven idiots today mistook me for a girl!" he muttered darkly as he wandered around not looking where he was going.
Burst was in no better mood as he speed walked along, his tail curled around his waist like a belt. His eyes were low to the ground, not that it mattered. All he was seeing was red after a certain Zigzagoon he was none too friendly with had replaced his lunch with a puppy pick-up bag. Agitated, not to mention hungry, he was neither amused nor abashed when he slammed into another pedestrian, who didn't seem to watch where they were going either. To his utter dismay, it was a Lopunny, albeit a female one.
"Ow! You piece of fucking shit, you did that on purpose!"
"Watch your mouth brat! Kids shouldn’t be cussing like that you fucking grade schooler!" growled Les in an obviously male voice, just glaring at the little kid that bumped into him. Burst's eyes widened, then suddenly narrowed as he stared up at the Lopunny, the dampener on his wrist blinking dangerously.
"I'm not a fucking grade-schooler, you fag whore! I go to this school! Though I guess you wouldn't know that because you've been too busy sucking dick to even look up!"
Burst had a fist in his face at the word whore; it was the one word that when used to insult Les guaranteed the insulter an asskicking… and the dick-sucking comment meant he wouldn’t go easy on the brat.
"I'm a guy you bastard little brat! You fucking little seven-year-old!" Les all but screamed as he threw another punch aimed at Burst's gut.
Burst hadn't had the foresight to expect either the surprisingly manly-sounding yell or the punch to the face, and it threw him off balance. The second punch was approaching before he could completely right himself, and it clipped his side as he fell over on his ass in an effort to dodge. Not wasting his time, he was on his feet quickly, lunging at Les with surprising speed in the hope of Tackling him to the ground.
Les side stepped it with Agility and let out a barrage of boxing/street fighting style punches onto Burst throwing in Drain and Dizzy punches for good measure with an angry yell. As Les threw his punch a familiar female voice tore out.
"Les! Don't!" and there was a flash of bright clothing as something stopped Les in mid-punch.
Burst blinked. Oh, no. No fucking way. How could this get any worse? He recognized those bright clothes, and the Lucario inside of them with the personal space issues and as soon as he did, his ears visibly drooped, not as much in anger as in remorse. Les visibly recognized Ella and struggled in vain as she pulled him away from Burst.
"Stay out of this, Ella!"
"I've told you not to fight on campus," said the Lucario with the tone of a worried sister. "You could get in so much trouble!"
Burst, meanwhile, just dusted himself off, glaring slightly at the two of them.
"Hey, asshole! You got lucky she saved you! I want a rematch!"
"You got it pip squeak! I'll mop the floors with you anytime, anyplace!" Les sneered. Ella just sighed.
Burst bristled at the mention of 'pipsqueak.'
"Fine, you fucking bitch! If your sorry ass managed to get accepted onto a team, you now have a challenge from Team Light Bomb!"
"I'm the leader of Team Shroud you damn kindergartener! And consider it accepted!" Les snarled, with that he turned and stormed off cussing under his breath. Ella sighed and looked to Burst apologetically.
"Sorry about him...he has anger issues. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." he grumbled, words from Sammy disrupting his thoughts. The Shaymin had wanted him to apologize to Ella for months now, if only to stop her from skulking around the edges of their team practice when she came to visit Rukey.
"Hey, Ella...about that thing I yelled at you for..."
***
A hard and fast guitar solo played out from a boom box as team Shroud stepped in, looking... well for the most part like amateurs. Les walked to the center of the ring looking ready to kill somebody followed by Al, who was nervous as heck. Trailing them was Greg, who just looked bored to be there, and bouncing around like a hyperactive super ball was Markus; he looked excited to just have so many people watching him.
In a cruel twist of fate, the tune of 'My Best Friends' blared from the Sammy's laptop speakers as Light Bomb, or rather, most of Light Bomb came forward. Rukey's antennae were flat by the sides of his head as he walked, though he did brush against Burst to confirm his location. Burst's ears clung to the back of his head, and little beeps could be heard coming from the dampener on his wrist as the gauge flicked from orange to red. Sammy, however, seemed distracted, his large fluffy ears twitching. One of his members was missing.
Les raised a pink eyebrow at this but managed to keep his mouth shut... for now. Sammy's attention focused once more on the task at hand, his ears flicking back into the resting positions at the side oh his head, though his cape suddenly started to flare, as if compensating for them. With a sigh, he held out a friendly hand out to Les.
"Hey, I'm Samuel, the Leader of Light Bomb. I'm afraid one of our members is running a bit late, so we'll have to start without him. I'm sure he'll show though, so...let's have fun with this."
Behind him, Burst snorted.
Les raised another eyebrow at this but shakes Sammy's hand anyway.
"Sure, so...who's going first?" he said, grinning angrily and praying it would be him against the brat.
Sammy's face twisted in annoyance as he looked back to face Burst.
"You told me the matches had been set."
Burst simply scowled and looked away, though his dampener's gauge could be seen fading down into the green level. Sammy's ears lowered, accidentally smacking Rukey as they did so, and the Riolu nervously stepped to the side.
"Sorry." Sammy muttered, then continued. "Either way, I was told the first match was going to be between you and Burst. So, let's get this show on the road."
"Great! I've been looking forward to this for a looong time!" Les grins and cracks his knuckles with an eager look on his face as the rest of Team Shroud heads to their bench. Sammy simply shrugged as he headed to the bench, a silent Rukey in tow. Burst remained on the field, his ears now perked up, the stars inside them sparkling slightly as he bared his teeth.
"I'm going to beat your cotton candy ass into the fucking ground, fagbunny." he snarled as he moved into a fighting stance.
Les snarled back as he assumed a boxing stance.
"Yeah right tiny! I'm going to beat your ass so hard you'll be knocked back to kindergarten with brats your own age!" Les grins mockingly at the Shinx "And if you think those cub teeth scare me then just wait till I knock them out of your fucking mouth!"
And that was go for the Shinx. With a loud snarl, Burst shot forward, teeth and claws bared, though this time a faint Dark-type energy could be seen hovering around his jaws.
Les was already there with Agility as he launched a Dizzy Punch uppercut at the underside of Burst's jaw with full strength.
Burst saw stars as the fist made contact with his face, and the taste of blood was suddenly in his mouth, but that didn't stop him from grabbing at Les's arm, his claws still out, aiming to drag the Lopunny right down with him.
Les didn't even flinch as the claws dug into him, his amazing tolerance for pain showing itself, as he grabbed Burst right back and pulled him into another full force Dizzy Punch launched with his free hand.
Burst, a little more cautious now, swerved out of the way of the punch, tearing out of Les's grip. Freed, but slightly unsteady, he bared his teeth in a Leer, his eyes giving off an odd green glow. Les at that point was too into his "Battle Mind" and simply wasn't paying attention to anything other then throwing attacks at the smaller mon, throwing punches at him with wild abandon aiming to pummel him into submission.
Burst scampered backwards, blocking off Les' attacks with his forearms. Les's punches were getting easier to block, but they were powerful, and Burst was getting pushed back. Suddenly, a sense of deja vu hit him. He'd had this fight before. He'd been on the other end of it, but he'd had this fight before. Fucking Les, fucking Lopunnies.
"You call that punching, you candy-assed piece of shit?!" he barked.
With a newfound boost from Frustration and a speed boost from Agility Les launched a high-speed Dizzy Punch that was easily twice as strong if not more then all his previous ones right at Burst's face as he snarled
"You call that blocking you dickless fag!!?!"
This was just what Burst had hoped for. He swung to the side and ducked, clearing the punch for the most part. However he had forgotten to reckon Agility into the equation and the blow clipped his cheek on the way down. While Les still had his arm stretched forward, Burst threw a quick sweeping kick at his legs, hoping to get him off his feet.
Les's eyes went wide as he realized what Burst had done
"It's not that easy brat!" he cried, and lashed out hard with his leg as he fell knocking Burst upside the head with as much force as he could muster.
This kick hit Burst squarely on the side of his face, and once again the acrid metal taste of blood was in his mouth. His teeth were stained pink as he grimaced. Les had fallen right on his ankle. However, he wasn't lightheaded like after the Dizzy Punch, and his tail moved to lash around Les's leg, a Spark already running through it.
Les winced slightly as he landed and the Spark hit him but then he... laughed?
"You call that a Spark?" he sneered as suddenly he sat up with incredible speed and grabbed Burst by the front as he slugged him with his free hand.
"I spent most of grade school fighting an Electabuzz bully almost daily!" He brought his backhand around to slug Burst again. "That barely tingled!"
Luckily, Burst managed to squirm away, minus a tuft of fluffy chest fur. The punch, however, hit him squarely in his shoulder. With a catlike scream of surprise and outrage, Burst drove his knee upwards at Les' groin.
Les grins and grabs the blow, ignoring the pain like always
"And you were calling my blows weak?" he mocked as he lashed forward banging his skull against Burst's. "I guess this is the best I can get from a fucking preschooler!"
Burst's forehead exploded in pain, making him gasp, but Les' words rang through clearly. This asshole was going to call him a preschooler and act like getting hit was nothing? And worst of all, he was actually losing? Burst's temper cracked, and his cry of; "FUCK YOU!" wasn't merely a cry. It was a Roar.
Les was caught off guard by this and jumped back startled, unfortunately one of his legs was still tangled in Burst's tail, yanking his jump to a sudden halt as he tumbled to the ground and suddenly jerking Burst forward by his butt.
While Burst skidded forward, he had nowhere to fall, and he dragged at Les' legs with his tail as he heaved himself up, aiming right for the Lopunny's ribs with a Tackle.
Les took the blow still caught off balance and off guard but he sneered as Frustration gave the boost needed to slam his fists into Burst with a double overhand, hammer style Drain Punch. Too off-balance and winded to dodge, both blows caught Burst full strength. He staggered, then dropped to the ground, still conscious, but clearly unable to keep going.
"Fuck..." he snarled, his claws pulling back into their sheaths.
Les was sitting up, leg still tangled in Burst's tail, the gained energy from the double impact enough to make him the clear winner of the fight. He simply sat there gasping for breath as he looked Burst over for a moment.
Sammy emerged from the stands, his ears and cape fluttering nervously. Kneeling by Burst, he leaned down to detach the Shinx and Lopunny, then helped his fallen companion to his feet.
"Nice job, asshole." he muttered, but under his words, there was a genuine hint of praise. With that, he helped his stumbling teammate back to the stands, Burst grumbling curses the whole way.
"Nice fight brat..." Les remarked to Burst with a smile as he staggered back to his bench.
"Fuck you!" snarled Burst hoarsely and rubbed at his throat as if it was burning. “You can suck a dick and die.”
“Yeah, yeah, same to you brat. I’ll kick your tiny ass in the rematch.” Les spat back, his smile changing into a glare. It was about then that Sorbet sauntered into the arena, tugging on the detached sleeves of his team uniform, a scowl etched onto his face.
Les took his attention off of Burst to look at the Glaceon that just sauntered in "I'm guessing you're their fourth member?"
Sorbet's ears perked. He glanced up at the battle-worn Lopunny, quirking an eyebrow.
"Regrettably," he grumbled, taking a position off to the side, a short distance away from the rest of Light Bomb.
Les sat down on the bench hard and waved his hand for whoever was next. The other three looked to each other as if trying to figure out just who that was before Al stepped into the ring nervously.
"You're up. Don't fuck it up, fertilizer breath," Sorbet snorted, crossing his arms over his chest.
Setting Burst down on a bench, Sammy sighed. Staring at the ring, then Sorbet, he slowly proceeded forward, his cape fluttering. He'd deal with the Glaceon later. Preferably when Mighty-anne was present.
"T-to a good match..." Al gulped and stuttered obviously not too excited about the prospect of fighting.
"To a good match." repeated Sammy. His face was blank, but under it all, his heart was thrumming and he was excited. Offhandedly, he was surprised. He never really got into his battles like this. Maybe it was a Skymin thing? Ears and cape flaring, he moved into his battle stance. Al gulped and assumed a defensive stance, looking even more nervous now.
Sammy surprised himself with Skymin speed as he spun around, his cape folded, then flared up to its full span, shooting out two bright pink Leech Seeds at Al. Sorbet's statement went mostly ignored, though he did manage to flip the Glaceon the bird as he spun back around to face his opponent.
Al let out a less-than-dignified yipe as he spun around and crouched throwing up an Iron Defense as the Leach Seeds wrapped into his iron horn and seemed to fail to sprout.
With something resembling a smirk, Sammy backpedaled a few steps, then snapped his fingers. At once, the seeds not only sprouted vines that began to try to weave Al's horns shut, but they sprouted tiny bight pink flowers, which made Sammy grimace.
Al's horn sprang to life and reduced the vines to mulch in a chewing and gnashing style similar to a feral mon ripping its prey apart. Al on the other hand was still cowering with his eyes tightly shut. Not bothering to worry about it, Sammy spun around again, his cape glowing as a flurry of bright pink and green leaves sprang from it and launched themselves toward Al. This time, Sammy's grimace was even more defined.
Al just stayed in his crouched form as he whimpered and another Iron Defense came up as his metal skin and horn seemed to do a fairly good job of making the attacks damage minimal if it hurt him at all.
With another snap of Sammy's fingers, pink-flowered vines burst from the ground next to Al, thrashing and whipping at him, trying to grab him and heave him off the ground. Al let out another yipe as he struggled with the vines, his horn ripping apart any it could get a hold of, the Mawile did look confused about something though and even asked it aloud in a confused voice as a vine whipped past him.
"Flowers?"
A loud snort followed by a bout of raucous laughter came from the Glaceon's general direction.
Sammy simply gritted his teeth, trying to block out both their statements, and faintly glad that Burst seemed to have passed out on Rukey's shoulder. The little Riolu was worriedly twiddling his thumbs, unable to see the battle. Sammy's hands started to glow a bright green, and making a circular gesture with his right, one of the vines of his Grass Knot separated and started to wrap around the base of Al's horns, preparing to work its way up and tie them shut.
Al panic and in desperation slammed his horn forward in an accidental Brick Break, knocking him flat on his face, ripping the vines that had managed to get a hold of him off, and managing to all but shatter the ground around him.
Darting away a good ten feet with a blast of air, Sammy quickly flared his cape up again, a concentrated look coming to his face. This time, the flurry of leaves that sprang forth were the standard rainbow colors, though this did not make Sammy feel any better. The leaves rushed forward to pelt Al while he was distracted, and hopefully before he could get up an Iron Defense.
Al sat up confused as the leafs whapped into his unprotected back, cutting the back of his shirt to ribbons.
"OwowowowOW!" Al called as Sammy could see several thin, shallow cuts on Al's back. Apparently having skin made of solid Iron has its advantages.
An odd, wild grin came to Sammy's face as he rushed forward, his cape glowing. This time, he grabbed the pink seeds that fell from it, and shoved them in his mouth. Springing over Al, he spat one right at his unprotected back, and aimed the second right at the yellow spot on Al's horns. The seed struck home on Al's back but the Mawile was yanked up as his horn shot up and performed a horrifying Crunch on Sammy ala Jaws style.
Sammy didn't make a sound, but his teeth gritted and his eyes watered as the horns closed over his side. What the hell had he been thinking? This was the kind of mistake Burst made. His fingers, glowing green, were wedged in the horns between the teeth, and avidly working on pulling them off of his battered side. Meanwhile, the Leech Seed on Al's back was sprouting, the little tendrils reaching out to sink into the cuts and sap out his strength. The one on his horns were starting to sprout as well, weaving in-between the teeth.
Al was confused and he called out in pain as the tendril tried to burrow into the very shallow cuts and were having difficulty doing it. As if sensing his pain the horn began to violently chomp on Sammy ripping the vines he'd planted in the horn apart as it tried to keep biting fast enough to keep him from flying away.
Unfortunately for Al, opening itself up enough to chew away the vines allowed Sammy just enough wiggle room to slip out of the jaws and scramble away, minus part of his uniform shirt. A set of Grass Knot sprang forth in his wake, blooming even pinker and more furiously then before as it began to twist and weave undirected, trying to tie itself around Al's waist. The Leech Seed meanwhile, glowed a faint sickly red, and Sammy felt the burning pain in his side ease slightly.
Al vainly fought the vine before one twisted in front of his face and was there long enough for Al to break out into a sneezing fit as he collapsed still sneezing violently. Les facepalmed on the sidelines.
"Damn it! I forgot Al’s stupid pollen allergy!"
Sammy blessed his sensitive Skymin ears as he started conducting again. This time, several of the vines started to center around Al's face, writing to shake more pollen free. Two stealthier ones started to creep up on the horn, now a mess of bruised severed plant matter, this time targeting the stem, hoping to coil up around the base of the pseudo-jaws to prevent them from opening.
Al was sneezing so violently he could barely breathe; his face was turning pale and it looked like the lack of oxygen was getting to him. His horn was also loosing its fight as its thrashing slowed down. It seemed he'd finally had enough as he passed out from lack of oxygen and somehow managed to keep sneezing even more violently thanks to the flowers clustered around his face.
Seeing that the battle is over, the glow faded from Sammy's hands, and the vines fell limp and sank back into the ground. Looking rather pleased with himself, he turned back to Sorbet, his tone more teasing than accusing.
"How's that for you, faggot?"
Sorbet rolled his eyes.
"You got lucky, asshole."
Sammy simply shrugged, the teasing tone never leaving his voice.
"You're up next. Don't fuck it up, fag."
Les sighs as he retrieves his unconscious teammate muttering as he did so.
"Greg, I don't care if you have to eat the guy but win this!" Les sighed, dragging Al back into the stands. The Swalot makes no comment as he slowly moves into the ring.
Sorbet grimaced, eyes narrowing at his leader.
"Still don't know why I had to get involved in some shit the pussy stirred up," he grumbled as he stalked toward the ring.
Sammy simply made a shooing motion at Sorbet, and reached under the seat to take out his laptop, avidly typing away.
Greg doesn't say a word as he just stands there staring impassively at Sorbet.
"Alright," the Glaceon began, nodding at his globular opponent. "Let's get this shit over with." The temperature in his immediate vicinity dropped rapidly before radiating out around him. Somewhere far above the earthbound 'morphs, dark clouds swirled into being. Plink. Plinkplink. PLINKPLINKPLINK. Marble-sized hail began to pelt the field and the stands.
While Sorbet does this a large fowl smelling Gunk Shot collides square with his face as Greg stands there with his mouth open having launched it.
Sorbet was knocked back and temporarily blinded by the blow. Swearing and gagging, he rubbed violently at his eyes, gaining just enough of his sight to make out the form of his opponent. The temperature around his shoulders dipped again, ice crystals forming in the air around him before firing off in Greg's general direction.
Greg launched a high velocity wave of Toxic out of his mouth, which thanks to being part stomach acid melted the ice shard and managed to knock them off course as it splattered over Sorbet, dousing him.
Sorbet skidded back, managing to maintain his balance for a moment before he doubled over and wretched, the acidic venom stinging in his eyes and nose, his stained fur burning. Tears matted down his cheek fur, diluting the poison slightly. Livid, he shot into a Quick Attack, aiming not for Greg but for an area to the Swalot's right, his Snow Cloak activating as the hail continued its barrage. Within seconds, the Glaceon was obscured by a flurry of snowflakes.
Turning to where Sorbet vanished and using his large but flexible body to swivel Greg launched a wide angle Bullet Seed spray as he turned covering over half the arena in the attack.
Sorbet's stomach clenched as another wave of nausea hit him full-force, affecting him more than the seeds that penetrated his snow screen. He dry-heaved, body trembling from the poison that coursed through his veins. Stumbling to his feet, he launched himself into another Quick Attack, charging straight for the Swalot and firing off a blast of Icy Wind, aiming for his beady little eyes.
Greg simply shuts his eyes and opens his mouth to the point where it looks like Sorbet's running straight into a gaping tunnel.
And in the Glaceon went, the momentum of his dual attack sending him straight into the back of Greg's gullet. He flailed his limbs about, kicking up and back until his paw pads connected with something hot and fleshy--the back of Greg's tongue.
Greg shut his mouth as a hot putrid Gunk shot washed over Sorbet and back down over him as Greg sloshed it and the unfortunate ice type around in his large mouth.
"Poor idiots gonna be dyed purple by the time Greg’s done..." Les sighed from the sidelines.
Sorbet's stomach heaved again, limbs aching, mind spinning. Blind and starting to asphyxiate, he attempted to stand, slipping and sliding on the ever-moving surface. The back of his head collided with something dangling from the roof of Greg's mouth. Reaching back, the Glaceon grabbed at it with both hands, nails digging into the slick flesh as he gave it a good sharp yank.
Greg made a strangled sound as the now completely dyed purple Sorbet and a good bathtub or two full of Gunk Shot, Toxic, and Gastro Acid were hurled unceremoniously out of his mouth and across the arena.
Sorbet slid across the arena, disoriented and sore, but still conscious. Struggling to his knees as the last few pellets of hail rained down, he glared at his opponent through matted violet fringe.
"This... is... Tauros shit," he ground out, then gagged, a thin line of spittle and bile dribbling down the corner of his mouth. Forcing himself to his feet, he nearly doubled over again, his tail acting as a counterbalance, barely keeping him up. Mostly blind, dyed a vivid hue of violet, and wracked with tremors, he stumbled for the sidelines--rather, the 'exit' door near the sidelines. Turning his back to the door, he slammed his full weight against it and roared out, "I fuckin' QUIT."
Greg was still gagging as this happened and Les sighed and shook his head at this.
Sammy popped to his feet, almost dropping his laptop on the ground.
"Dammit, Frost, where the hell are you going!?"
"I don't... need this... shit," Sorbet snarled as he gripped the door frame, knuckles turning white with the pressure. "I'm done, Wise. You can go lord over Fuckup and Pedobait all you want--I'm fuckin' through with this team." The strain of his monologue proved to be too much for the battered Glaceon; as he turned to exit the building, his knees buckled, sending him spilling out of the doorway. The heavy arena door swung back into place with a rumble.
Greg had finally stopped gagging as he and the rest of Team Shroud watched this mutely, not sure whether to feel guilty or not.
Sammy froze in place, his ears twitching as he pushed up his glasses. His expression was blank as he set down his laptop. He stood there motionless for a few minutes, his expression hovering between confusion and rage, until Rukey broke this silence as his antennae started to buzz.
{Samuel, sir...what happened?}
Sammy dug his claws into his palms, then ran them through his hair. He made a motion towards to door, then stopped, turning to Rukey.
"Sorbet's down in the hallway. Riez, come help me move him."
{But, sir...}
"He's fucking unconscious, Riez. He can't yell at you now."
{B-but...} Rukey squeaked, looking more nervous and unsure by the second.
"Oh, Arceus dammit!" snarled Sammy. "Then stay and finish your fucking match!" then he took a sharp turn and exited the same way Sorbet had.
Greg had returned to his bench as Markus bounced into the arena a grin of childish curiosity and interest on his face
"What was all that about?" he giggled.
Rukey looked extremely confused, his antennae vibrating as he glanced at the sleeping Burst, then his opponent on the field. He nervously stepped onto the battlefield.
{I'm not sure, but I think I was asked to finish this match.} Here Rukey's demeanor switched. He moved into a traditional Lucario stance, one foot set forward as he held up both of his arms, bent at the elbow. {E agora, nós lutamos.} he whispered, almost inaudibly as he faced Markus. Markus just giggles and bounces on his heels excitedly.
"Okay! Let's play!" and with that he was off running.
Without hesitation, Rukey placed a paw on his chest and his antennae flare up as he locks on to Markus' Aura with Foresight. However he did nothing else, his head following the Pachirisu's movements.
Markus is bouncing around the arena as he giggles and looks to Rukey.
"Awww, what's wrong? Dontcha wanna play?"
Rukey stayed stationary, his expression completely serious and blank. Whatever game this Pachirisu was playing, he would not be involved. His head never stopped following Markus for a second, nor did his stance waver.
With a sudden burst of amazing speed Markus is behind Rukey giggling.
"You suuuure you don't wanna play?"
Rukey wasn't as much as surprised as he whirled with equal speed, aiming an open-handed strike right at Markus' solar plexus.
For his troubles Rukey receives a close range Spark as Markus is off running again.
"Tag! You're it!"
Recoiling at the Spark, Rukey lost Markus for a second, but found him again quickly. A faint yellow glow surrounded him, and he darted forward, aiming a Sparking punch right at the base of Markus' ribs.
Markus suddenly zigs to the left still giggling like it's a friendly game of tag. Rukey froze again, this time in a different position. His legs splayed, he bent both arms at the elbow and held them to the side of his body.
Markus stops dashing around for a moment and looks at him confused
"Wait... that looks like..."
The moment Markus was still, a quick baseball-sized Aura Sphere zoomed toward him, aimed squarely for his floating ribs.
Markus manages to jump out of the way of the main blow of the sphere but it grazes him and the sheer speed it was traveling sends him flying to the ground it a heap.
Rukey gave Markus no recovery time as he darted forward with blinding speed in a Quick Attack, his arm pulled back, all ready to follow his speedy attack up with a punch in the ribs.
Markus suddenly looks up perfectly mixing his Charm and Fake Tears moves into a teary frightened little kid face to try and catch Rukey off guard.
Whether he'd wanted to stop or not is uncertain, as Rukey was to far into his Quick Attack to pull back or dodge. However, the punch he throws seemed to have much less force behind it than he had originally intended.
Grinning Markus uses the speed and flexibility his species is know for to duck under the now weaker attack, dash past Rukey, and nail him in the back with an Iron Tail move.
With a wavering, pained yelp, Rukey quickly turned to grab one of Markus' tail spikes to hold him steady as one of his paws glowed a faint blue.
In the middle of dashing off again Markus yelps as he's suddenly yanked to a stop and ends up flat on his face.
Rukey gave the tail spike a firm yank and twist, and as soon as Markus was off-balance, a quick dark blue paw was headed straight for his collarbone.
With an angry look on his normally cute face Markus sends a full powered Spark down through his tail to Rukey shouting
"Don't grab my TAIL!!!"
Rukey yelped from the pain, but his grip on Markus' tail only tightened as the blue glow from his paw spread through his entire body as he Countered the attack.
Markus let out a loud cry of pain as he attempted to yank his tail out of Rukey's grip. Rukey only yanked harder in order to keep Markus still as he glowed a faint yellow and aimed a Sparking open-handed strike at the Pachirisu's solar plexus.
Markus let out an even bigger Spark to get the Riolu to let go just at the blow struck him
"Gaaaahhh!" he cried in a pained voice.
Rukey's fur stood on end, and even his sweater puffed out as he grit his teeth against the pain, not even making a sound this time. His grip on Markus' tail slacked slightly, then tightened as he pulled back his hand, glowing with traces of Aura Sphere, then drove it forward at Markus' jaw.
Still gasping for breath after the last blow Markus was unable to counter as he took the blow full force and it slammed his little head into the ground.
Mouth open and silently gasping, Rukey dropped his death grip on Markus' tail and backed away from his fallen opponent, going into a stance, but his limbs suddenly felt weak and watery. His antennae buzzed slightly, but then fell limp as he broke the stance then walked, rather stiffly, back towards the stands, managing to trip twice before feeling his way to his seat.
With two wins, one draw, and a loss the match between Team Shroud and Team Light Bomb was a tie. Les sighed as he went to retrieve the unconscious Pachirisu, before looking at Rukey, who had woken up Burst and appeared to be trying to tell him something.
Les grumbled angrily at this but Burst seemed downright pissed as he marched over to Shroud’s side, with Rukey trailing behind, clinging to his tail.
“Here, fagbunny.” he snorted, carefully steering Rukey in front of Les. “He wants something.”
Burst stood there, seething as Rukey barely managed to step up to them, too tired to use his Aura sight, leaving him blind.
{M-my apologies… i-is Markus okay?} he managed to stutter out in a wavering, almost inaudible voice. Les blinked, not sure what to make of the kid. He looked to Markus again and then looked back to the Riolu.
“He’s a little banged up but he’ll probably be fine.”
Rukey smiled at this before Burst led him away, still grumbling, as they headed for the door that Sammy and Sorbet left through, to go get Rukey's injuries treated at the nurse’s office.
Les sighed and scooped Markus up as Greg did the same for Al, they headed off and the Lopunny couldn’t help but hope that the annoying brat was gone by the time they got there… he’d had more then enough of him for one day…
#
Sammy's breath was coming in pants as he struggled forward in the direction of the infirmary, one limp dripping purple Glaceon flopped over on his back.
“Arceus damn it...” he muttered, adjusting Sorbet slightly to take some pressure off his shoulders. Sorbet was heavier than Burst, much heavier, and his feet and tail were dragging on the floor as Sammy walked, no matter how much he was trying to shift him forward.
“Training match, huh? We'll keep it light, huh? Why did I listen to that fucking idiot. Why?”
Staggering passed two bored-looking nurses into the infirmary, he heaved a sigh of relief. Both of the beds were thankfully empty. With a heave, he dumped Sorbet on the the nearest one...or rather, most of Sorbet. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the Glaceon's tail and heaved him onto the bed. Sorbet's feet twitched, but at least the he was finally in place. Of course, the ungrateful bastard would never remember this, but it was probably for the best. And with that, a dripping, slightly sticky Sammy wandered off to get his own treatment, trying to brush the sludge out of his cape.
"Damn it all... seven idiots today mistook me for a girl!" he muttered darkly as he wandered around not looking where he was going.
Burst was in no better mood as he speed walked along, his tail curled around his waist like a belt. His eyes were low to the ground, not that it mattered. All he was seeing was red after a certain Zigzagoon he was none too friendly with had replaced his lunch with a puppy pick-up bag. Agitated, not to mention hungry, he was neither amused nor abashed when he slammed into another pedestrian, who didn't seem to watch where they were going either. To his utter dismay, it was a Lopunny, albeit a female one.
"Ow! You piece of fucking shit, you did that on purpose!"
"Watch your mouth brat! Kids shouldn’t be cussing like that you fucking grade schooler!" growled Les in an obviously male voice, just glaring at the little kid that bumped into him. Burst's eyes widened, then suddenly narrowed as he stared up at the Lopunny, the dampener on his wrist blinking dangerously.
"I'm not a fucking grade-schooler, you fag whore! I go to this school! Though I guess you wouldn't know that because you've been too busy sucking dick to even look up!"
Burst had a fist in his face at the word whore; it was the one word that when used to insult Les guaranteed the insulter an asskicking… and the dick-sucking comment meant he wouldn’t go easy on the brat.
"I'm a guy you bastard little brat! You fucking little seven-year-old!" Les all but screamed as he threw another punch aimed at Burst's gut.
Burst hadn't had the foresight to expect either the surprisingly manly-sounding yell or the punch to the face, and it threw him off balance. The second punch was approaching before he could completely right himself, and it clipped his side as he fell over on his ass in an effort to dodge. Not wasting his time, he was on his feet quickly, lunging at Les with surprising speed in the hope of Tackling him to the ground.
Les side stepped it with Agility and let out a barrage of boxing/street fighting style punches onto Burst throwing in Drain and Dizzy punches for good measure with an angry yell. As Les threw his punch a familiar female voice tore out.
"Les! Don't!" and there was a flash of bright clothing as something stopped Les in mid-punch.
Burst blinked. Oh, no. No fucking way. How could this get any worse? He recognized those bright clothes, and the Lucario inside of them with the personal space issues and as soon as he did, his ears visibly drooped, not as much in anger as in remorse. Les visibly recognized Ella and struggled in vain as she pulled him away from Burst.
"Stay out of this, Ella!"
"I've told you not to fight on campus," said the Lucario with the tone of a worried sister. "You could get in so much trouble!"
Burst, meanwhile, just dusted himself off, glaring slightly at the two of them.
"Hey, asshole! You got lucky she saved you! I want a rematch!"
"You got it pip squeak! I'll mop the floors with you anytime, anyplace!" Les sneered. Ella just sighed.
Burst bristled at the mention of 'pipsqueak.'
"Fine, you fucking bitch! If your sorry ass managed to get accepted onto a team, you now have a challenge from Team Light Bomb!"
"I'm the leader of Team Shroud you damn kindergartener! And consider it accepted!" Les snarled, with that he turned and stormed off cussing under his breath. Ella sighed and looked to Burst apologetically.
"Sorry about him...he has anger issues. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." he grumbled, words from Sammy disrupting his thoughts. The Shaymin had wanted him to apologize to Ella for months now, if only to stop her from skulking around the edges of their team practice when she came to visit Rukey.
"Hey, Ella...about that thing I yelled at you for..."
***
A hard and fast guitar solo played out from a boom box as team Shroud stepped in, looking... well for the most part like amateurs. Les walked to the center of the ring looking ready to kill somebody followed by Al, who was nervous as heck. Trailing them was Greg, who just looked bored to be there, and bouncing around like a hyperactive super ball was Markus; he looked excited to just have so many people watching him.
In a cruel twist of fate, the tune of 'My Best Friends' blared from the Sammy's laptop speakers as Light Bomb, or rather, most of Light Bomb came forward. Rukey's antennae were flat by the sides of his head as he walked, though he did brush against Burst to confirm his location. Burst's ears clung to the back of his head, and little beeps could be heard coming from the dampener on his wrist as the gauge flicked from orange to red. Sammy, however, seemed distracted, his large fluffy ears twitching. One of his members was missing.
Les raised a pink eyebrow at this but managed to keep his mouth shut... for now. Sammy's attention focused once more on the task at hand, his ears flicking back into the resting positions at the side oh his head, though his cape suddenly started to flare, as if compensating for them. With a sigh, he held out a friendly hand out to Les.
"Hey, I'm Samuel, the Leader of Light Bomb. I'm afraid one of our members is running a bit late, so we'll have to start without him. I'm sure he'll show though, so...let's have fun with this."
Behind him, Burst snorted.
Les raised another eyebrow at this but shakes Sammy's hand anyway.
"Sure, so...who's going first?" he said, grinning angrily and praying it would be him against the brat.
Sammy's face twisted in annoyance as he looked back to face Burst.
"You told me the matches had been set."
Burst simply scowled and looked away, though his dampener's gauge could be seen fading down into the green level. Sammy's ears lowered, accidentally smacking Rukey as they did so, and the Riolu nervously stepped to the side.
"Sorry." Sammy muttered, then continued. "Either way, I was told the first match was going to be between you and Burst. So, let's get this show on the road."
"Great! I've been looking forward to this for a looong time!" Les grins and cracks his knuckles with an eager look on his face as the rest of Team Shroud heads to their bench. Sammy simply shrugged as he headed to the bench, a silent Rukey in tow. Burst remained on the field, his ears now perked up, the stars inside them sparkling slightly as he bared his teeth.
"I'm going to beat your cotton candy ass into the fucking ground, fagbunny." he snarled as he moved into a fighting stance.
Les snarled back as he assumed a boxing stance.
"Yeah right tiny! I'm going to beat your ass so hard you'll be knocked back to kindergarten with brats your own age!" Les grins mockingly at the Shinx "And if you think those cub teeth scare me then just wait till I knock them out of your fucking mouth!"
And that was go for the Shinx. With a loud snarl, Burst shot forward, teeth and claws bared, though this time a faint Dark-type energy could be seen hovering around his jaws.
Les was already there with Agility as he launched a Dizzy Punch uppercut at the underside of Burst's jaw with full strength.
Burst saw stars as the fist made contact with his face, and the taste of blood was suddenly in his mouth, but that didn't stop him from grabbing at Les's arm, his claws still out, aiming to drag the Lopunny right down with him.
Les didn't even flinch as the claws dug into him, his amazing tolerance for pain showing itself, as he grabbed Burst right back and pulled him into another full force Dizzy Punch launched with his free hand.
Burst, a little more cautious now, swerved out of the way of the punch, tearing out of Les's grip. Freed, but slightly unsteady, he bared his teeth in a Leer, his eyes giving off an odd green glow. Les at that point was too into his "Battle Mind" and simply wasn't paying attention to anything other then throwing attacks at the smaller mon, throwing punches at him with wild abandon aiming to pummel him into submission.
Burst scampered backwards, blocking off Les' attacks with his forearms. Les's punches were getting easier to block, but they were powerful, and Burst was getting pushed back. Suddenly, a sense of deja vu hit him. He'd had this fight before. He'd been on the other end of it, but he'd had this fight before. Fucking Les, fucking Lopunnies.
"You call that punching, you candy-assed piece of shit?!" he barked.
With a newfound boost from Frustration and a speed boost from Agility Les launched a high-speed Dizzy Punch that was easily twice as strong if not more then all his previous ones right at Burst's face as he snarled
"You call that blocking you dickless fag!!?!"
This was just what Burst had hoped for. He swung to the side and ducked, clearing the punch for the most part. However he had forgotten to reckon Agility into the equation and the blow clipped his cheek on the way down. While Les still had his arm stretched forward, Burst threw a quick sweeping kick at his legs, hoping to get him off his feet.
Les's eyes went wide as he realized what Burst had done
"It's not that easy brat!" he cried, and lashed out hard with his leg as he fell knocking Burst upside the head with as much force as he could muster.
This kick hit Burst squarely on the side of his face, and once again the acrid metal taste of blood was in his mouth. His teeth were stained pink as he grimaced. Les had fallen right on his ankle. However, he wasn't lightheaded like after the Dizzy Punch, and his tail moved to lash around Les's leg, a Spark already running through it.
Les winced slightly as he landed and the Spark hit him but then he... laughed?
"You call that a Spark?" he sneered as suddenly he sat up with incredible speed and grabbed Burst by the front as he slugged him with his free hand.
"I spent most of grade school fighting an Electabuzz bully almost daily!" He brought his backhand around to slug Burst again. "That barely tingled!"
Luckily, Burst managed to squirm away, minus a tuft of fluffy chest fur. The punch, however, hit him squarely in his shoulder. With a catlike scream of surprise and outrage, Burst drove his knee upwards at Les' groin.
Les grins and grabs the blow, ignoring the pain like always
"And you were calling my blows weak?" he mocked as he lashed forward banging his skull against Burst's. "I guess this is the best I can get from a fucking preschooler!"
Burst's forehead exploded in pain, making him gasp, but Les' words rang through clearly. This asshole was going to call him a preschooler and act like getting hit was nothing? And worst of all, he was actually losing? Burst's temper cracked, and his cry of; "FUCK YOU!" wasn't merely a cry. It was a Roar.
Les was caught off guard by this and jumped back startled, unfortunately one of his legs was still tangled in Burst's tail, yanking his jump to a sudden halt as he tumbled to the ground and suddenly jerking Burst forward by his butt.
While Burst skidded forward, he had nowhere to fall, and he dragged at Les' legs with his tail as he heaved himself up, aiming right for the Lopunny's ribs with a Tackle.
Les took the blow still caught off balance and off guard but he sneered as Frustration gave the boost needed to slam his fists into Burst with a double overhand, hammer style Drain Punch. Too off-balance and winded to dodge, both blows caught Burst full strength. He staggered, then dropped to the ground, still conscious, but clearly unable to keep going.
"Fuck..." he snarled, his claws pulling back into their sheaths.
Les was sitting up, leg still tangled in Burst's tail, the gained energy from the double impact enough to make him the clear winner of the fight. He simply sat there gasping for breath as he looked Burst over for a moment.
Sammy emerged from the stands, his ears and cape fluttering nervously. Kneeling by Burst, he leaned down to detach the Shinx and Lopunny, then helped his fallen companion to his feet.
"Nice job, asshole." he muttered, but under his words, there was a genuine hint of praise. With that, he helped his stumbling teammate back to the stands, Burst grumbling curses the whole way.
"Nice fight brat..." Les remarked to Burst with a smile as he staggered back to his bench.
"Fuck you!" snarled Burst hoarsely and rubbed at his throat as if it was burning. “You can suck a dick and die.”
“Yeah, yeah, same to you brat. I’ll kick your tiny ass in the rematch.” Les spat back, his smile changing into a glare. It was about then that Sorbet sauntered into the arena, tugging on the detached sleeves of his team uniform, a scowl etched onto his face.
Les took his attention off of Burst to look at the Glaceon that just sauntered in "I'm guessing you're their fourth member?"
Sorbet's ears perked. He glanced up at the battle-worn Lopunny, quirking an eyebrow.
"Regrettably," he grumbled, taking a position off to the side, a short distance away from the rest of Light Bomb.
Les sat down on the bench hard and waved his hand for whoever was next. The other three looked to each other as if trying to figure out just who that was before Al stepped into the ring nervously.
"You're up. Don't fuck it up, fertilizer breath," Sorbet snorted, crossing his arms over his chest.
Setting Burst down on a bench, Sammy sighed. Staring at the ring, then Sorbet, he slowly proceeded forward, his cape fluttering. He'd deal with the Glaceon later. Preferably when Mighty-anne was present.
"T-to a good match..." Al gulped and stuttered obviously not too excited about the prospect of fighting.
"To a good match." repeated Sammy. His face was blank, but under it all, his heart was thrumming and he was excited. Offhandedly, he was surprised. He never really got into his battles like this. Maybe it was a Skymin thing? Ears and cape flaring, he moved into his battle stance. Al gulped and assumed a defensive stance, looking even more nervous now.
Sammy surprised himself with Skymin speed as he spun around, his cape folded, then flared up to its full span, shooting out two bright pink Leech Seeds at Al. Sorbet's statement went mostly ignored, though he did manage to flip the Glaceon the bird as he spun back around to face his opponent.
Al let out a less-than-dignified yipe as he spun around and crouched throwing up an Iron Defense as the Leach Seeds wrapped into his iron horn and seemed to fail to sprout.
With something resembling a smirk, Sammy backpedaled a few steps, then snapped his fingers. At once, the seeds not only sprouted vines that began to try to weave Al's horns shut, but they sprouted tiny bight pink flowers, which made Sammy grimace.
Al's horn sprang to life and reduced the vines to mulch in a chewing and gnashing style similar to a feral mon ripping its prey apart. Al on the other hand was still cowering with his eyes tightly shut. Not bothering to worry about it, Sammy spun around again, his cape glowing as a flurry of bright pink and green leaves sprang from it and launched themselves toward Al. This time, Sammy's grimace was even more defined.
Al just stayed in his crouched form as he whimpered and another Iron Defense came up as his metal skin and horn seemed to do a fairly good job of making the attacks damage minimal if it hurt him at all.
With another snap of Sammy's fingers, pink-flowered vines burst from the ground next to Al, thrashing and whipping at him, trying to grab him and heave him off the ground. Al let out another yipe as he struggled with the vines, his horn ripping apart any it could get a hold of, the Mawile did look confused about something though and even asked it aloud in a confused voice as a vine whipped past him.
"Flowers?"
A loud snort followed by a bout of raucous laughter came from the Glaceon's general direction.
Sammy simply gritted his teeth, trying to block out both their statements, and faintly glad that Burst seemed to have passed out on Rukey's shoulder. The little Riolu was worriedly twiddling his thumbs, unable to see the battle. Sammy's hands started to glow a bright green, and making a circular gesture with his right, one of the vines of his Grass Knot separated and started to wrap around the base of Al's horns, preparing to work its way up and tie them shut.
Al panic and in desperation slammed his horn forward in an accidental Brick Break, knocking him flat on his face, ripping the vines that had managed to get a hold of him off, and managing to all but shatter the ground around him.
Darting away a good ten feet with a blast of air, Sammy quickly flared his cape up again, a concentrated look coming to his face. This time, the flurry of leaves that sprang forth were the standard rainbow colors, though this did not make Sammy feel any better. The leaves rushed forward to pelt Al while he was distracted, and hopefully before he could get up an Iron Defense.
Al sat up confused as the leafs whapped into his unprotected back, cutting the back of his shirt to ribbons.
"OwowowowOW!" Al called as Sammy could see several thin, shallow cuts on Al's back. Apparently having skin made of solid Iron has its advantages.
An odd, wild grin came to Sammy's face as he rushed forward, his cape glowing. This time, he grabbed the pink seeds that fell from it, and shoved them in his mouth. Springing over Al, he spat one right at his unprotected back, and aimed the second right at the yellow spot on Al's horns. The seed struck home on Al's back but the Mawile was yanked up as his horn shot up and performed a horrifying Crunch on Sammy ala Jaws style.
Sammy didn't make a sound, but his teeth gritted and his eyes watered as the horns closed over his side. What the hell had he been thinking? This was the kind of mistake Burst made. His fingers, glowing green, were wedged in the horns between the teeth, and avidly working on pulling them off of his battered side. Meanwhile, the Leech Seed on Al's back was sprouting, the little tendrils reaching out to sink into the cuts and sap out his strength. The one on his horns were starting to sprout as well, weaving in-between the teeth.
Al was confused and he called out in pain as the tendril tried to burrow into the very shallow cuts and were having difficulty doing it. As if sensing his pain the horn began to violently chomp on Sammy ripping the vines he'd planted in the horn apart as it tried to keep biting fast enough to keep him from flying away.
Unfortunately for Al, opening itself up enough to chew away the vines allowed Sammy just enough wiggle room to slip out of the jaws and scramble away, minus part of his uniform shirt. A set of Grass Knot sprang forth in his wake, blooming even pinker and more furiously then before as it began to twist and weave undirected, trying to tie itself around Al's waist. The Leech Seed meanwhile, glowed a faint sickly red, and Sammy felt the burning pain in his side ease slightly.
Al vainly fought the vine before one twisted in front of his face and was there long enough for Al to break out into a sneezing fit as he collapsed still sneezing violently. Les facepalmed on the sidelines.
"Damn it! I forgot Al’s stupid pollen allergy!"
Sammy blessed his sensitive Skymin ears as he started conducting again. This time, several of the vines started to center around Al's face, writing to shake more pollen free. Two stealthier ones started to creep up on the horn, now a mess of bruised severed plant matter, this time targeting the stem, hoping to coil up around the base of the pseudo-jaws to prevent them from opening.
Al was sneezing so violently he could barely breathe; his face was turning pale and it looked like the lack of oxygen was getting to him. His horn was also loosing its fight as its thrashing slowed down. It seemed he'd finally had enough as he passed out from lack of oxygen and somehow managed to keep sneezing even more violently thanks to the flowers clustered around his face.
Seeing that the battle is over, the glow faded from Sammy's hands, and the vines fell limp and sank back into the ground. Looking rather pleased with himself, he turned back to Sorbet, his tone more teasing than accusing.
"How's that for you, faggot?"
Sorbet rolled his eyes.
"You got lucky, asshole."
Sammy simply shrugged, the teasing tone never leaving his voice.
"You're up next. Don't fuck it up, fag."
Les sighs as he retrieves his unconscious teammate muttering as he did so.
"Greg, I don't care if you have to eat the guy but win this!" Les sighed, dragging Al back into the stands. The Swalot makes no comment as he slowly moves into the ring.
Sorbet grimaced, eyes narrowing at his leader.
"Still don't know why I had to get involved in some shit the pussy stirred up," he grumbled as he stalked toward the ring.
Sammy simply made a shooing motion at Sorbet, and reached under the seat to take out his laptop, avidly typing away.
Greg doesn't say a word as he just stands there staring impassively at Sorbet.
"Alright," the Glaceon began, nodding at his globular opponent. "Let's get this shit over with." The temperature in his immediate vicinity dropped rapidly before radiating out around him. Somewhere far above the earthbound 'morphs, dark clouds swirled into being. Plink. Plinkplink. PLINKPLINKPLINK. Marble-sized hail began to pelt the field and the stands.
While Sorbet does this a large fowl smelling Gunk Shot collides square with his face as Greg stands there with his mouth open having launched it.
Sorbet was knocked back and temporarily blinded by the blow. Swearing and gagging, he rubbed violently at his eyes, gaining just enough of his sight to make out the form of his opponent. The temperature around his shoulders dipped again, ice crystals forming in the air around him before firing off in Greg's general direction.
Greg launched a high velocity wave of Toxic out of his mouth, which thanks to being part stomach acid melted the ice shard and managed to knock them off course as it splattered over Sorbet, dousing him.
Sorbet skidded back, managing to maintain his balance for a moment before he doubled over and wretched, the acidic venom stinging in his eyes and nose, his stained fur burning. Tears matted down his cheek fur, diluting the poison slightly. Livid, he shot into a Quick Attack, aiming not for Greg but for an area to the Swalot's right, his Snow Cloak activating as the hail continued its barrage. Within seconds, the Glaceon was obscured by a flurry of snowflakes.
Turning to where Sorbet vanished and using his large but flexible body to swivel Greg launched a wide angle Bullet Seed spray as he turned covering over half the arena in the attack.
Sorbet's stomach clenched as another wave of nausea hit him full-force, affecting him more than the seeds that penetrated his snow screen. He dry-heaved, body trembling from the poison that coursed through his veins. Stumbling to his feet, he launched himself into another Quick Attack, charging straight for the Swalot and firing off a blast of Icy Wind, aiming for his beady little eyes.
Greg simply shuts his eyes and opens his mouth to the point where it looks like Sorbet's running straight into a gaping tunnel.
And in the Glaceon went, the momentum of his dual attack sending him straight into the back of Greg's gullet. He flailed his limbs about, kicking up and back until his paw pads connected with something hot and fleshy--the back of Greg's tongue.
Greg shut his mouth as a hot putrid Gunk shot washed over Sorbet and back down over him as Greg sloshed it and the unfortunate ice type around in his large mouth.
"Poor idiots gonna be dyed purple by the time Greg’s done..." Les sighed from the sidelines.
Sorbet's stomach heaved again, limbs aching, mind spinning. Blind and starting to asphyxiate, he attempted to stand, slipping and sliding on the ever-moving surface. The back of his head collided with something dangling from the roof of Greg's mouth. Reaching back, the Glaceon grabbed at it with both hands, nails digging into the slick flesh as he gave it a good sharp yank.
Greg made a strangled sound as the now completely dyed purple Sorbet and a good bathtub or two full of Gunk Shot, Toxic, and Gastro Acid were hurled unceremoniously out of his mouth and across the arena.
Sorbet slid across the arena, disoriented and sore, but still conscious. Struggling to his knees as the last few pellets of hail rained down, he glared at his opponent through matted violet fringe.
"This... is... Tauros shit," he ground out, then gagged, a thin line of spittle and bile dribbling down the corner of his mouth. Forcing himself to his feet, he nearly doubled over again, his tail acting as a counterbalance, barely keeping him up. Mostly blind, dyed a vivid hue of violet, and wracked with tremors, he stumbled for the sidelines--rather, the 'exit' door near the sidelines. Turning his back to the door, he slammed his full weight against it and roared out, "I fuckin' QUIT."
Greg was still gagging as this happened and Les sighed and shook his head at this.
Sammy popped to his feet, almost dropping his laptop on the ground.
"Dammit, Frost, where the hell are you going!?"
"I don't... need this... shit," Sorbet snarled as he gripped the door frame, knuckles turning white with the pressure. "I'm done, Wise. You can go lord over Fuckup and Pedobait all you want--I'm fuckin' through with this team." The strain of his monologue proved to be too much for the battered Glaceon; as he turned to exit the building, his knees buckled, sending him spilling out of the doorway. The heavy arena door swung back into place with a rumble.
Greg had finally stopped gagging as he and the rest of Team Shroud watched this mutely, not sure whether to feel guilty or not.
Sammy froze in place, his ears twitching as he pushed up his glasses. His expression was blank as he set down his laptop. He stood there motionless for a few minutes, his expression hovering between confusion and rage, until Rukey broke this silence as his antennae started to buzz.
{Samuel, sir...what happened?}
Sammy dug his claws into his palms, then ran them through his hair. He made a motion towards to door, then stopped, turning to Rukey.
"Sorbet's down in the hallway. Riez, come help me move him."
{But, sir...}
"He's fucking unconscious, Riez. He can't yell at you now."
{B-but...} Rukey squeaked, looking more nervous and unsure by the second.
"Oh, Arceus dammit!" snarled Sammy. "Then stay and finish your fucking match!" then he took a sharp turn and exited the same way Sorbet had.
Greg had returned to his bench as Markus bounced into the arena a grin of childish curiosity and interest on his face
"What was all that about?" he giggled.
Rukey looked extremely confused, his antennae vibrating as he glanced at the sleeping Burst, then his opponent on the field. He nervously stepped onto the battlefield.
{I'm not sure, but I think I was asked to finish this match.} Here Rukey's demeanor switched. He moved into a traditional Lucario stance, one foot set forward as he held up both of his arms, bent at the elbow. {E agora, nós lutamos.} he whispered, almost inaudibly as he faced Markus. Markus just giggles and bounces on his heels excitedly.
"Okay! Let's play!" and with that he was off running.
Without hesitation, Rukey placed a paw on his chest and his antennae flare up as he locks on to Markus' Aura with Foresight. However he did nothing else, his head following the Pachirisu's movements.
Markus is bouncing around the arena as he giggles and looks to Rukey.
"Awww, what's wrong? Dontcha wanna play?"
Rukey stayed stationary, his expression completely serious and blank. Whatever game this Pachirisu was playing, he would not be involved. His head never stopped following Markus for a second, nor did his stance waver.
With a sudden burst of amazing speed Markus is behind Rukey giggling.
"You suuuure you don't wanna play?"
Rukey wasn't as much as surprised as he whirled with equal speed, aiming an open-handed strike right at Markus' solar plexus.
For his troubles Rukey receives a close range Spark as Markus is off running again.
"Tag! You're it!"
Recoiling at the Spark, Rukey lost Markus for a second, but found him again quickly. A faint yellow glow surrounded him, and he darted forward, aiming a Sparking punch right at the base of Markus' ribs.
Markus suddenly zigs to the left still giggling like it's a friendly game of tag. Rukey froze again, this time in a different position. His legs splayed, he bent both arms at the elbow and held them to the side of his body.
Markus stops dashing around for a moment and looks at him confused
"Wait... that looks like..."
The moment Markus was still, a quick baseball-sized Aura Sphere zoomed toward him, aimed squarely for his floating ribs.
Markus manages to jump out of the way of the main blow of the sphere but it grazes him and the sheer speed it was traveling sends him flying to the ground it a heap.
Rukey gave Markus no recovery time as he darted forward with blinding speed in a Quick Attack, his arm pulled back, all ready to follow his speedy attack up with a punch in the ribs.
Markus suddenly looks up perfectly mixing his Charm and Fake Tears moves into a teary frightened little kid face to try and catch Rukey off guard.
Whether he'd wanted to stop or not is uncertain, as Rukey was to far into his Quick Attack to pull back or dodge. However, the punch he throws seemed to have much less force behind it than he had originally intended.
Grinning Markus uses the speed and flexibility his species is know for to duck under the now weaker attack, dash past Rukey, and nail him in the back with an Iron Tail move.
With a wavering, pained yelp, Rukey quickly turned to grab one of Markus' tail spikes to hold him steady as one of his paws glowed a faint blue.
In the middle of dashing off again Markus yelps as he's suddenly yanked to a stop and ends up flat on his face.
Rukey gave the tail spike a firm yank and twist, and as soon as Markus was off-balance, a quick dark blue paw was headed straight for his collarbone.
With an angry look on his normally cute face Markus sends a full powered Spark down through his tail to Rukey shouting
"Don't grab my TAIL!!!"
Rukey yelped from the pain, but his grip on Markus' tail only tightened as the blue glow from his paw spread through his entire body as he Countered the attack.
Markus let out a loud cry of pain as he attempted to yank his tail out of Rukey's grip. Rukey only yanked harder in order to keep Markus still as he glowed a faint yellow and aimed a Sparking open-handed strike at the Pachirisu's solar plexus.
Markus let out an even bigger Spark to get the Riolu to let go just at the blow struck him
"Gaaaahhh!" he cried in a pained voice.
Rukey's fur stood on end, and even his sweater puffed out as he grit his teeth against the pain, not even making a sound this time. His grip on Markus' tail slacked slightly, then tightened as he pulled back his hand, glowing with traces of Aura Sphere, then drove it forward at Markus' jaw.
Still gasping for breath after the last blow Markus was unable to counter as he took the blow full force and it slammed his little head into the ground.
Mouth open and silently gasping, Rukey dropped his death grip on Markus' tail and backed away from his fallen opponent, going into a stance, but his limbs suddenly felt weak and watery. His antennae buzzed slightly, but then fell limp as he broke the stance then walked, rather stiffly, back towards the stands, managing to trip twice before feeling his way to his seat.
With two wins, one draw, and a loss the match between Team Shroud and Team Light Bomb was a tie. Les sighed as he went to retrieve the unconscious Pachirisu, before looking at Rukey, who had woken up Burst and appeared to be trying to tell him something.
Les grumbled angrily at this but Burst seemed downright pissed as he marched over to Shroud’s side, with Rukey trailing behind, clinging to his tail.
“Here, fagbunny.” he snorted, carefully steering Rukey in front of Les. “He wants something.”
Burst stood there, seething as Rukey barely managed to step up to them, too tired to use his Aura sight, leaving him blind.
{M-my apologies… i-is Markus okay?} he managed to stutter out in a wavering, almost inaudible voice. Les blinked, not sure what to make of the kid. He looked to Markus again and then looked back to the Riolu.
“He’s a little banged up but he’ll probably be fine.”
Rukey smiled at this before Burst led him away, still grumbling, as they headed for the door that Sammy and Sorbet left through, to go get Rukey's injuries treated at the nurse’s office.
Les sighed and scooped Markus up as Greg did the same for Al, they headed off and the Lopunny couldn’t help but hope that the annoying brat was gone by the time they got there… he’d had more then enough of him for one day…
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Sammy's breath was coming in pants as he struggled forward in the direction of the infirmary, one limp dripping purple Glaceon flopped over on his back.
“Arceus damn it...” he muttered, adjusting Sorbet slightly to take some pressure off his shoulders. Sorbet was heavier than Burst, much heavier, and his feet and tail were dragging on the floor as Sammy walked, no matter how much he was trying to shift him forward.
“Training match, huh? We'll keep it light, huh? Why did I listen to that fucking idiot. Why?”
Staggering passed two bored-looking nurses into the infirmary, he heaved a sigh of relief. Both of the beds were thankfully empty. With a heave, he dumped Sorbet on the the nearest one...or rather, most of Sorbet. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the Glaceon's tail and heaved him onto the bed. Sorbet's feet twitched, but at least the he was finally in place. Of course, the ungrateful bastard would never remember this, but it was probably for the best. And with that, a dripping, slightly sticky Sammy wandered off to get his own treatment, trying to brush the sludge out of his cape.
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