Mini-RP - Johto Badge Run (Sub)

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"So, I heard about this excursion of yours and figured I'd tag along." Trishella spoke up from behind Sub, keeping her self out of his field of vision for now. He might not like the idea of being followed, after all. "Besides, I've never been outside Kalos. It'll be nice to see more of the world." She added, cutting her commentary short before moving forward enough to be seen at last.

"So if this is the gym, who's the leader?" She finally asked, looking around at the structure of the building.  

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Trish snickered at Sub's confusion. "We have a Claydol that can Teleport people just about anywhere in the explored world by now, remember?" She pointed out, assuming it must have been one of Sub's Pokemon since no one else ever claimed to own it. She'd learned of Claydol only because Lykas and Mykel refused to bring her here. "I just tracked your SNAG to figure out where you where and then got Claydol to Teleport me here."

When the "champ in the making" guy came charging out of hammerspace at them, she followed quickly. "So he's kind of like a daddy's boy with something to prove? Sounds like the plot of a cheap-"

"Hm?" Falkner, coincidentally enough, was standing on the battlefield with his Pokemon, a Pidgeot at his side while he ran a special brush over his Skarmory's steel wings, polishing them up and bringing the metal to a dazzling shine. "I think we might have a challenger." He calmly stated as he set the brush down and looked over his shoulder toward Sub as he stepped out of the elevator, leaving the words hanging in order for the man to confirm or deny as he pleased.  

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Falkner gave a small smirk at Sub's challenge. "I don't see why not. It's been a while since the time someone gave us a real challenge." He admitted with a shrug, he and his Pokemon turning together to properly face his new challenger properly. "I accept the challenge and we will give all we have to win." He said, pointing toward the Houndoom. "Pidgeot, you're up first." He told the large bird at his side.

From the elevator behind Trish, a young boy would step out, holding a pair of flags in hand. "Sorry I'm late, sir!" He apologized with a bow to Falkner. "I saw the challenger coming and went to get my equipment. He got here first, though....."

"No worries. Then let out make this official." Falkner replied, walking to the Leader's side of the battlefield.

"The battle between the Gym Leader and the challenger will now commence: Two Pokemon each, single battle and only the challenger may make substitutions. Begin!" The young boy declared as he took up position at the center of the battlefield, standing at the sidelines.  

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"Wise choice, sending in a beast like that." Falkner said as he shielded his eyes from Montressor's Sand Stream. Pidgeot, however, made no such move. It's Keen Eye preventing the wild sand from hindering it's vision. The tiny bits of stony grit, however, tore at it, flesh and feather alike.

"Take this chance to even the field, Pidgeot. Feather Dance!" He called to his Pokemon. Pidgeot, nodded and swooped in, caught off guard when the Tyranitar it had intended to weaken threw a terrifying face at it through the whorl of ripping shards of earth and stone. Faltering for only the briefest moment, enough to be thrown off course by the sandstorm, it returned to it's course, shedding downy feathers all over the massive Armor Pokemon as it circled around it. Those that missed would mix into the sandstorm, softening the blows of the sand at times.  

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"Pidgeot, use your Aerial Ace." Falkner called out over the whipping sand and wind.

"Geeeeot!" Pidgeot called back, soaring through the air at incredible speed, a trail of white light left in it's wake as it dodged and weaved around the flying rocks sent careening towards it. Despite it's best attempts to evade, however, bits of smaller stone slammed into it along the way, or rather it slammed into the smaller bits of stone, unhindered by them despite the damage it knew was being done to it leading up to contact.  

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Falkner could see the attack coming hard and fast. Unable to call off Pidgeot's attack fast enough, he was forced to watch as his Pokemon was hit. The Smack Down struck Pidgeot's left wing and utterly shredded it's steering feathers, causing the bird to crash at full speed into the Tyrannitar's chest. Flopping harmlessly onto the ground from there, the large avian let out a defeated chirrup but Falkner would not let this be the final straw.

"Pidgeot, Steel Wing. Cripple it!" Pidgeot perked up at the sound of the call, righting itself and swinging a steely wing at the massive Rock-type's right leg, intending to make it harder for the beast to walk. If it fell here, it's comrade that took over might have an easier time of the remaining fight than it had.  

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Pidgeot hopped backwards after it's attack, though unable to fly just now made getting distance between itself and it's foe difficult. Rather than attempting to flat out attack here, it chose to register it's resting position as a move, choosing it's current position as a Roost. Filling itself with energy, it was able to erase it's Flying type for a few moments while it recovered from the damage to it's wing.

Monstressor's Thunder Fang came down on it hard but with the Flying-type gone for the moment, it was survivable. Barely. Unfortunately for the large bird, it flinched as the lightning coursed through it, preventing it from escaping yet again. "Well this was a well-fought round." Falkner noted to himself, certain that Pidgeot would fall at this point.