Outlaw
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Post by Tanis on Jan 12, 2018 20:25:59 GMT
'A chance of redemption never exists for those undeserving!' Applepine Forest, for all intents and purpose, is merely nothing more than a shadow of its former self. The sunlight brightens the otherwise moody atmosphere to hide its deadly and sinister problem that houses within the forest floor. The once bright green and numerous trees that littered the forest is more lacklustre than it was some time ago. Though numerous trees have stood strong against the problems that it faces, and continues to give the location its name still, some trees that also shared its greenery and stood tall, now stand decrepit and lacking life. Its branches lack leaves and apples, as if winter has suddenly been brought from the heavens! In spite of all of this, the forest continues to try its best to fight the overwhelming odds against it, and service the Pokémon that consider this place their home. Which is ultimately becoming its downfall. Some time ago, a time before Tanis even left for Invictus in the first place, a Grimer infestation had plagued the forest and had begun making the place their home. For all anyone knew, they had always done so... But not as heavily as they are doing so at this present moment. Apparently a group of Growlithe's have requested assistance for the removal of the Grimer hindrance that is polluting and populating the land, taking and harvesting food and only leaving a foul stench and poison on the forest floor and the vines that surround it. This in turn has caused deterioration among the trees that make up the forest. Fortunately not irreversible damage... At the moment. But if continued to be left unchecked, this forest may very well become inhospitable to anyone. Though the damage may only be slight, this could also bring long-term ramifications to the ecosystem of the entire world. One less forest means more global problems, even if the problem itself is not obvious overnight. This isn't really anything that Tanis would give two Aipom's about if it were up to him. So, why is he here in the first place? Put simply, coming here wasn't even his idea in the first place. He was coerced here by the powers that be whom decided that the situation with the Grimers had gone on for far too long, and it was time to send able bodies out there to go deal with the problem! Admittedly, Tanis isn't the only one that was sent... But he was among the only ones whom was taken advantage of. Even in spite of that, Tanis didn't really feel any immediate rush to run headlong into Grimer territory, which appeared to be everywhere by this point. Still, if he was going to be given any sort of any fighting chance in Invictus, apparently this was the way to start! Stood atop a tree branch of a live tree that he originally scaled to sight-see, Tanis lay with one leg dangling off the side, swinging it lightly to and fro as he basked in the warm sunlight that hit every part of his skin with its rays. He made the mistake of going somewhere else last time that turned out to rain... Which he wasn't fond of at all. Today, not a cloud in the sky! Perfect weather if he's ever seen it! The rustling of the tree leaves nearby as a light wind blew by gave him some much needed tranquillity after what has so far been an escalation of trouble, one after another. He'd been up on the tree branch for a good half an hour, during which he's spotted a few Pokémon who have merely passed by in some manner or another, nothing that resembled this Grimer that he's been told about. ... Although 'Purple moving sludge' wasn't exactly a good description... Lazily, Tanis connects his front paws together in front of his chest, leaning on the trunk of the tree in a sat position, his left leg lay on the branch with his right off the branch and adhering to gravity. His eyes were struggling to stay open as the sun continues to bathe him in its warm glow. If it wasn't for this so-called Grimer problem, this would be a good place to relax and just forget the world. In fact, he's quite close to just doing so even with this Grimer issue. His eyes started feeling heavy in spite of the day only being late-morning. A nap under the sun is just what the Treecko ordered. The problem will still be there for him to deal with a little later after all, there's no rush. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- So, I've decided that I'm absolutely dreadful at introducing threads. Orz... This thread will be open, so if anyone wants in on the event and wants to chime in, feel free. I'll give it a few days like I usually do, then I'll start a solo act. Feel free to join in at any time, everyone's welcome!
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White Dawn
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Post by Oscar on Jan 13, 2018 4:06:05 GMT
He couldn't lie; just having to deal with poison types was a welcomed challenge as supposed to the other poisonous insects and assorted grass-folks lurking these gloomy forests. He'd happily snatch any job that passes him by so long as it meant the chance of bashing something senseless or otherwise just breaking the tedium and rigorous monotony of his daily dues. But this place wasn't the same neck of the boundless woods as he usually wandered to – he almost wished it was. The towering, fruit bearing trees were a tad different than the lifeless pines scattering all over his homeland of Fiphele. Though if it meant saving some coin on a meal back home by snagging a few of those dangling fruits all the whilst making a fair share stifling some troubles he was sent here to fix in the first place. Then he certainly couldn't go wrong meandering around wherever here was supposed to be.
Any other person would've spent this marvelous day lounging about or doing anything other than plunging into some grimy forest hoping to slay some even grimier folk. But there he was, alone. The rattling of his iron plates and the jingling of his marching stride was hardly a sound over the marshy earth sloshing with every step he restlessly strode. He didn't even want to know whatever it was his talons were trudging through, so long as it wasn't particularly purple nor egregiously fetid. Which if his peripherals gaze was to be trusted and the lack of any colorful soil beneath his feet aside from those lifeless hue, then fortunately for him he wasn't stomping on some dimwitted blob.
Regardless, wasn't there supposed to be some other people here or did they tell him just to spare the manpower on whatever other problems they had nagging them? They seemed trusty enough, if someone considered secondhand knowledge to be truthful which so long as it was from his superiors – then it was. But if they sent him to his lonesome doom then by the legends they were going to have a bigger problem on their unscrupulous hands than a couple slimes greasing up the whole place!
There wasn't much point in acting brash, he only got here during the last hour. Neither has he tried searching for this illusive compatriots – not yet at least. His heedless focus was on the things he'd been sicked here to either destroy or cast them from these woods, he couldn't be hassled to remember which nor weren't they dissimilar to begin with. But certainly somebody had to have been sent here, either before or after he'd gotten word of this task, so lest he wanted to be engulfed by an amorphous swarm then he'd best start looking for those supposed companions.
As if he couldn't be less subtle, the clanging and beat of his march were like a roar throughout the silent forest. Booming ever louder, and louder in their metallic cacophony. Not that as if it a were some marvelous clearing or some other noteworthy stop in this place seemingly void of any landmarks. He only needed some light as supposed to the constant shade the canopy drew over this infested place. There the Skarmory's slog finally lulled, as he halted beneath the glory of the morning sun.
His scrutiny gazed abound, eyeing for any path, crevice, or any other a 'mon could emerge from than straight over his belligerent head. The bird spoke with a wing over his helmeted dome and enunciated in a thorough bellow. “Anyone there?” Oscar proclaimed, his eyes on a relentless scouring. "If you mean better than a bunch of grimer then it'd probably be in your best interests to start speaking before I bugger off!”
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Outlaw
A memory is what makes you who you are! |
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PLAYED BY Darkringer
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Post by Tanis on Jan 16, 2018 16:08:35 GMT
Forty winks was exactly the appeal Tanis required and requested from the otherwise monotone of the noiseless forest. Only in rest does the worries of being an outcast, outlaw, and any other name he's been called under the sun, including 'Tanis', temporarily lose their burden and control over him. Within his dreams, he is the king, so to speak. It's not very often that he will doze off on a whim in the middle of any day, the situation has to be just right for his body to be relaxed and comfortable enough and his mind to be void of any needless concern. It's a trait that he picked up for as long as he realized it. Maybe it's because he's a Grass type, or maybe it's the polar opposite to rain, but sunlight makes him feel so much better. The bright light invigorates his body and for reasons he can't explain, he feels more inclined to fighting than in any other type of weather. He typically doesn't have any problems gearing up for a fight for the most part, but sunlight in particular makes him feel alive. Well, when he's not dozing off two-thirds up a tree. More calmer, more focused. This is ideal weather.
It was clear to tell just by looking, that the forest definitely was suffering from some sort of carnage that was ravaging its core. Yet it would be difficult to determine the actual cause, or that it was actually happening if not for the stench and the discoloration occurring on the forest floor. Besides that, the forest was serene and almost eerily quiet. Among many others, the lingering stench was one of the reasons Tanis clambered up the tree in the first place. Watching him do so were a few other denizens of the forest, nobody of significant importance, and certainly no-one that was there to rid of the Grimer problem. While the act did seem peculiar, with Treecko's not being common in these parts, nobody voiced any concerns for one reason or another. Specifically because he wasn't doing any harm or disrupting the longing peace that surrounded them.
It was not to last!
Tanis heard the sounds of the metallic 'nails-on-a-chalkboard' symphony of movement long before even the Skarmory likely realized he could hear it, thanks in no small part due to the lack of any serious noise around them. Sleep was a more tempting mistress than the faint clanging of attempted movement, so he paid it no mind. It became more and more distracting the closer the new arrival got, and the noise became more pronounced and louder as a result. Not even the cornucopia of sunlight and the essence of sleep was enough to keep Tanis in a tranquil state. Tanis awoke to the unwelcome noise. Disturbed, alert, annoyed... Fortunately for him, his grander position of the treetops made spotting the source of his grievance more than obvious and easy to spot. Initially his thoughts went to instantly murdering the source for disturbing his nap. Moreso to the denizens, who he could tell by the disruption that they were getting somewhat listless and anxious.
The newest arrival to the forest looked... Peculiar to say the very least. He definitely appeared well equipped if nothing else considering he seemed to be coated in head to toe with some sort of metallic plates, that was the best way Tanis could think to describe them. He suspected they provided ample protection at the cost of... Something. Most likely stealthy approaches, because he was certainly doing everything in his power to ensure that he was being witnessed. He suspected all that stuff was likely heavy as well, as he attempted to imagine how well Tanis would do wearing stuff like that. His conclusion was that while he would stand against attacks well enough, he'd likely lose his speed because of it, and certainly lugging all that around would make climbing and jumping next to impossible. While interesting in concept, Tanis concluded he wouldn't want any of that stuff weighing him down. Chances are this bird has gotten used to it, considering he still maintained a fair pace in spite of it all. Yet, no flight? The wings on his side were as clear as day, but he wasn't using them. He didn't recall ever seeing a Pokémon before that had the ability of flight, yet didn't actually use it. This wasn't a Pokémon he recognized, and though he was too far up to see facial expressions or trivial details, his walking manner reminded him a little of Tanis himself: Just walking, no real set goal. Curious...
The arrival stopped before long, about five seconds after he passed the tree that Tanis was sat atop of. Everyone, including Tanis, kept a close and beady eye on him, which he likely realized, when he announced the question of whether anyone was there. Tanis didn't know who the question was actually addressed towards, or if it was a general question to everyone that was there. Either way, he didn't feel the need to actually answer back or do anything to assert the fact he was, in fact, right above him. Not that he actively needed to, because the denizens of the forest opted to scamper and create minor mayhem by themselves. Fortunately, none actually seemed to actively go after him. Moreover, they got scared of the creature that was towering over them and began to flee the moment it spoke up. Amidst the cries of Pokémon who all either flew away, ran past him as fast as they could, or just hid even more than they were doing to start with, he continued to expand his question with... Honestly, Tanis wasn't sure about. Was he leaving just as quickly as he got here? It sounded like he was looking for someone, and maybe getting a little fed up that he hadn't found this someone. An understandable problem, but did he have to be that loud about his displeasure on the fact?
Tanis hadn't moved from his original position. Only his head as he looked down at the Skarmory. He wasn't entirely sure if the bird had noticed he was up there, not that he cared one way or the other. He was loud, sure, but all he'd done was disrupt his sleeping, which honestly is enough grounds to go down there and teach him a lesson. Considering that he was thinking of leaving of his own volition anyway, and considering Tanis' more content mood prior, he was willing to let things go this time, and let the thing be on his way without a confrontation. Still he kept an eye on the arrival, just on the random off-chance that he actually did something that would warrant Tanis to actually act.
... Though tunnel vision in and of itself is a pain!
He was so focused on the bellowing thing on the ground, that he hadn't been paying attention to what was coming for him. A Butterfree, who got scared about the situation, had begun fluttering away from the Skarmory, as did 90% of the population that were there at the time. What he didn't realize until it was too late, was that Butterfree had opted to take a path that flew straight past Tanis' vision, directly in front of him! He didn't realize Butterfree was doing so until it had already crossed his field of view. By which point it was literally six inches away from the grass type's face. For that single split second, the sudden realization of a thing being right in his face startled Tanis and forced his heart to skip a beat, or a few beats, as the shock traversed his body and made him flinch. Leapt ever so briefly from the branch of the tree, his voice let out a small yelp in surprise as his compulsory leap travelled him no further than an inch from where he was sat originally. This proved decisive, as his landing point, or lack thereof, was nothing but air as the shock caused by Butterfree forced Tanis off the branch he was perched on, and sent him on a one-way course back towards the ground.
Processing the information didn't take him too much time, once Tanis got out of his initial stupor of being shocked and then realizing he was actually falling from the sky. Unfortunately for him, he lacked any skill of flight that Butterfree had and the newcomer probably had too. It makes the logic of being up in the tree in the first place quite a stupid decision in contrast. Thinking about that now when it had already happened wasn't going to help this situation at hand. His fortunate stance in the matter, is that he wasn't falling in the middle of nowhere, he was within arms reach of the tree trunk, which proved to his advantage. Immediately, he threw his front arms and paws at the trunk in an attempt to use his gripping abilities to stop himself. He used them plenty of time to climb his fair share of trees, now he was trying to use them to stop him from falling from one. Climbing up is a lot more easier to do when you're not actually descending at a rapid pace. Especially with a tree that shared branches along its main point. He could only attempt the slow of his descent for a few seconds before he realized two things: It wasn't working as well he had hoped, and there were tree branches in his path, that were going to seriously hurt him if he couldn't stop!
Giving up on that plan, Tanis had to quickly plant one of his paws on another portion of the tree trunk to swerve his body away from an incoming tree branch by quickly using its grip to propel him before his paw got snatched away from his descent, which he managed to accomplish, if just barely. He realized at that point, that if he wanted to get out of this in some manner of state that could be considered one whole piece, he'd have to try something different. That method clearly wasn't working to slow him down. He had no time to think, only to act. So act he did! By this point, he was already two-thirds down the tree from where he started, with nothing but the forest floor between him and... The forest floor. With these facts in mind, he opted for the only other idea that sprung to his head: If he can't slow his descent by usual means, then the best way to slow himself down, is to speed himself up! This is what spurred on the use of his Quick Attack. Though typically in a specific pose that was more than obvious upon him using it, he hadn't the luxury of having a floor to put three of his paws on, so he had to make do. Throwing his right arm out to his side, and his eyes closed, he allowed his body to relax... As much as one hurtling to the ground would allow it. Allowing the world around him to slow and his limbs to feel like they're capable of feats that only the most fastest of Pokémon could imagine of doing. The need for speed reached, Tanis tried to use the tree trunk he was near to his advantage, and used it as a makeshift path he could run on. This had meant that using it required him to be falling face-first, giving him full view of his impending doom. Instead of trying to skid to a halt, he instead tried to match the speed of his descent, and then used his natural capabilities of his Quick Attack and his grip to slow himself down that way. As if done from a textbook, his Quick Attack, from outside of his eyes, saw him act in less than approximately two seconds. To Tanis, it felt like an eternity! He successfully managed to match the speed of his descent, but slowing down, especially facing directly opposite of gravity, was proving much tougher. Not helping was that, in spite of viewing the world around him to be slow, and his movements acting normally, his heart was still racing three-times what he was certain was a safe rate. He couldn't stop his heart from doing that though, understandably of course.
Twenty feet... Fifteen feet... Ten feet...
It was at this point that he felt he had control over his running, and his descent, at last. This was when he put an end to his Quick Attack. His fast pace slowed as time resumed for him. The most awkward transition he had to make was from the base of the tree, to becoming parallel to the ground. He solved this by leaping from the trunk approximately three feet from hitting the base. That was much too excitement than Tanis wanted for any day of the week, let alone this one. Yet as he finally came to a full stop on all fours, safely on the ground, he couldn't help but feel agitated. His heart rate was going at three times the usual pace it should be, his adrenaline was through the roof, and to top it all off, his paws felt incredibly sore from all of that action. Yet there was only one reason all of that had started.
At any rate, the Skarmory was looking for someone that had been brought in from Invictus to assist with the Grimer problem. Whether he realized it or not, he found someone now. That said, he was far from pleased to see him, if the gritted teeth and the scowl Tanis sent in his direction wasn't evidence enough. On the other paw, Tanis hadn't said anything to him as of yet. Still, he asked for someone, and here he was, if not perhaps in the manner he was expecting his arrival.
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OOC - This was one of those situation where it went into my head, and I just couldn't resist, I'm sorry. I apologize if this was long-winded and a slog to read through. Tanis is there where Oscar can see him, and he's not happy... That's about all you really need out of all that. :3 I'll try to keep it briefer next time
As for Hoppip, I'll throw it in on my next response, lest you do so first or have any objections.
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White Dawn
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PLAYED BY Birb / ALegionofKaw
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Post by Oscar on Jan 18, 2018 8:42:01 GMT
He heard something alright, something other the bewildered dissonance of forest folk simultaneously scampering, fluttering, and otherwise buzzing away from at his hollering beckon. Though chief among that forested uproar, was something that bounded not too afar from him. And by far, he meant above him. Aside from the crescendo of terrified creatures, the few that had taken to the roofed skies were quite obvious as to what they were. Bug types, flying' mons, overgrowing things dancing mock on a their set of chitinous wings. Everyone of them was a different song – a slew primordial hymns sung by their grotesque forms. One, two, maybe four of whom had already passed them as they blindly sheltered themselves from words that bounded into every rotted hole and gravely pit for fathoms upon fathoms. But it wouldn't be until what probably was the sixth among those fliers did his muffled heed finally grasp the chaos he unwittingly spurned above him and the fellow who'd snared midst all of it.
The snapping of frail branches, the breakage of the twigs and the atrocious raking of splinter-ridden bark as whomever had plummeted make desperate attempt after attempt to break way from the imminent doom. It was that awful, awful sound of the flesh of a great wood being sundered by blistering claws that snapped his narrow sights to the turmoil above. As alert as the warrior's ichor swiftly coursing through his make, the amber eyes below his iron mask woke and widened with vigilance. The single plume upon his metallic flesh swerved along with him as his talons stomped in place and seized the fetid earth beneath it. A stern breath later and he had gathered his form with everything but his iron wings that were still tucked against his iron shell. Nevertheless, he was primed to confront whatever this wretched forest intended to throw his way. But when the Skarmory finally averted his scrutiny the the impending clamoring of what was certainly some beast, he glanced neither friend nor what his instincts had prayed be an opponent.
It was just some helpless stranger. Nobody that he know of course, but somebody who'd to had have been from these forests judging alone by the viridescent flash his tempered eyes had glimpsed plummeting to an earthly grave. He was too late to halt them, or maybe not. The skarmory could always try spreading those wings of his and gliding his way over under them, but whatever cushioned landing he could ever provide was going to be tonnes more brutal than mangling one's self on a field of packed underbrush. At best he'll get skewered by some quill that happened to protrude itself outward, at worst and at the most dramatic he could fall into his honed grasp and slip through his fingers into a thousand diced little skins of lettuce. He wasn't going to endanger them, but he had two extremes on his hands – wings and decidedly went with what wits had told him was the better of those unfortunate two. So if the worse were to ever come to the worse, at-least he wouldn't have to deal with being coated by the splattered remains of some stranger.
So he followed his acumen, doing that he perceived was the best thing for him to do a situation that was literally dropped on him. It could be one of two things really, either he'd become overwhelmed with hilarity having watched someone drop like a clipped venonat or he could be subject to the horrendous display of witnessing a mon be gnashed into paste. Regardless, he merely watched from where he stopped those meters away. His mind and machinations already begun reigning him with a flurry of compulsions, preparing himself for whatever may come from watching this seconds' affair unfold. And whether or he wished, he stood in attendance with an anxious smile.
He expected a thump, even a crunch or something, but what he thankfully got was the sudden dull patter of someone landing upon their quaking fours. If he had to pull any guesses, then whatever had just occurred before him had to either have been too swift for his eyes to have ever seen, or that the creature whom fell simply blended too much int the thousands of greens around him. But there the were, keeling in the aftermath of all the r commotion Oscar had unknowingly spawned. Thankfully for them, and for him, it wasn't anywhere near the brutality neither of them hopefully hadn't wanted.
Problem was now trying to get back onto track after the involuntary rush they, and by association him, were simultaneously subjected to. But as quickly as it were to have been warped into discordance, the terror had eventually puttered and this forest was then reduced to the silence it had previously reined. Not a sound murmuring through the emerald expanse than the quivering of breath and winds that never ceased to rattle it's bramble roof. Though it wasn't until the last shrivel leaf had fallen and settled from the dying ether did his talons ease enough for the skarmory to take a long, striding step onward with every clamoring racket that would so entail.
“I'm not going to act like I know you are.” As anxiety seemed to flush from his visage, that smile had faded long with it. But the second his eyes gazed a scowling glare, his beak flared into a grimace as he spoke with a tongue as snide as his grinning maw. He spoke with spite, sand scornful humor. Carrying himself in a demeanor that would better befit the likes of scoundrels a supposed to someone clad in layers upon layers of dense mail. “But maybe being twenty or whatever feet off the ground when there's ferals abound isn't the brightest idea. I can't say it's your worse, but it's probably up there isn't it?”
But maybe he was just that – an oaf as dense as his armor. Content where he stood a second's sprint away, he unfurled his broad wing as it screeched like iron and stretched that palm over his breastplate. But as his eyes briefly gazed elsewhere, he grumbled a grumbling so intently audible that he may have been better just scoffing at the poor fellow.
“Idiot.”
// was probably gonna imply something about a fluttering coming the fellows' ways, but I didn't want to unintentionally trample on whatever you got planned for that hopip thinger. //
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Outlaw
A memory is what makes you who you are! |
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Darkringer
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Post by Tanis on Jan 23, 2018 20:01:53 GMT
The only break in the otherwise modest silence of the forest was only broken by the occasional cry or movement of Pokémon who had been scared away, or otherwise hiding or generally shifting into a different position prior to the aftermath of everything that had occurred. Those who were docile or didn't want to have any sort of confrontation at that time promptly escaped, whereas those who were curious merely moved to get a better view at the situation. The situation, as it were, was nothing short of a stare-down between Tanis and the Skarmory. More precisely, Tanis was staring the bird down, while he got... Well, not very much in return. Tanis was angry to be sure, being disturbed would make anyone overflow with mirth. In spite of this, he remained neutral enough not to jump headlong straight into the steel-type frame that is Skarmory.
At least not yet...
Unfortunately, the response he got from the query he never asked, didn't exactly help his issues. The feral segment in his retort did grant some merit... Everything else, on the other paw, just made Tanis want to smash the Skarmory's face in more. It was ultimately the unfurling of the wings that took Tanis away from his scowling, neutral position, to his battle stance. He took the aggressive speech and the showcase of his wings and steel plating as a sign of a pending battle. As such, Tanis assumed the position that he's most comfortable in during a fight, which is numerous, but is typical for him in this current situation. With no item held in his paws, and with the Steel type outside of arm's reach, his stance reflects them as a result: His right arm and paw outstretched in front of him, pointed in the direction of Skarmory, his left arm bent and crossed over his mouth, with the back of his left paw tucked just slightly underneath his nose. He took a singular step back with his right leg, giving his left leg the lead. Everyone has their preference when it comes to how they stand before a fight, this was what he did, his 'ritual', as it were.
Tanis' intent was clear from the outset, and he didn't try to hide it. He gave no response to the bird, whom gave him a dismissive and somewhat heavy-handed 'taunt' that was likely more used in jest than it was meant to be taken as a serious insult. Tanis didn't pay as much mind to it than he likely should've done. Just the mere act of a pending battle seemed enough to rouse those who were initially not scared off from Skarmory's call-out, but didn't want to stick around and get involved with the tussle they felt was coming. The image he had to the battle seemed fine in his head, but there were two key factors that he hadn't taken into any consideration: He's severely outclassed in every conceivable way, and he had no move in his disposal that would even scrape past that Steel-type frame. This would imply however, that he knew both of those facts, and that he was sizing up a Skarmory at least four times his size. His knowledge on such avian beasts is none. He has no recollection on who or what one is, and thus has no real idea on what to expect or what would work. It never stopped him before however, and it certainly didn't stop him preparing himself for an assault. He could tell by looking at how the Skarmory moved, especially unfurling his wings, that he's dealing with some sort of flying type, but hadn't exactly seen him take flight yet. Curious...
The pending battle that was beginning to spawn between the two was not the only one that had attempted to begin traction in this forest this day. Admittedly, there were likely numerous battles being involved, more-so here than anywhere else considering the Pokémon that had apparently been sent from Invictus to assist in quelling the Grimer threat. No doubt numerous Grimer's were involved, and Pecha merchants saw more custom than usual. Tanis hadn't seen any battle break out himself that he briefly saw before deciding to catch a nap. Needless to say though, it hadn't taken long for one to happen. In fact, one relatively closeby from the scene that Tanis was creating on purpose, was a battle that had already begun between four Pokémon. A Grimer had been disturbed when a Metapod dropped from a nearby tree and landed on the poison type in a painful combination of Harden to assist in nullifying fall damage, and one of Metapod's spines digging into the Grimer's fluid frame. The impact itself didn't harm Grimer as much as it first appeared, given how malleable and forgiving its solution that makes up its body is, but it didn't help when it came to its mood. In a twist vaguely similar to Tanis himself, Grimer went to aggression very quickly, and made short work of Metapod, defeating it with a couple of strong attacks and poisoning the bug type. With Metapod out of the fight, its attention went towards the two other Pokémon who happened to be nearby: A Spinarak, whom watched, but wasn't as afraid, and a Hoppip, who had watched the scene, but immediately bolted the moment Grimer looked its way! The pair had come across the scene quite by accident, a bit too late to stop Metapod from being defeated, but soon enough for Grimer to spot them immediately afterwards.
This resulted in a three-way chase with Hoppip leading, being the fastest of the three. Promptly followed by Spinarak, who was losing the race, but kept ahead vaguely from Grimer, who was seeing red. Or green in this case, and wanted to take out some more Pokémon. Spinarak was in its sights, but attempts to actually slow the bug down resulted in failure, either because Spinarak kept ahead just enough to make it fail, or it was immune. Poison Gas can only do so much against a Poison type. Up ahead, Hoppip, still panicking over the prospect of becoming Grimer fodder, had done everything in its power in an attempt to get some distance between itself and the other two that were running behind it. Already in the process of use, Hoppip scattered its Stun Spore out from around itself as it flew, the leaves on its head spinning frantically in an attempt to gather more speed. While erratic, the powder remained stationary and remained longing in the air until the surrounding air was able to mix itself with the golden spores, and dispersed the powder into nothing. So focused on getting away, Hoppip didn't notice that the powder was evaporating away by the time Spinarak or Grimer got to where it was. As the distance increased, the likelihood of causing Paralysis diminished further, but it didn't stop Hoppip from trying.
It wasn't until it approached Tanis, that the powder actually seemed to do anything. In its desperation and panicked state to getting away, Hoppip neglected to pay any attention to what was going on in front of itself. Which coincidentally was Tanis and Skarmory. It didn't plow into either of them, fortunately for it, but it did pass in-between them both, leaving behind its Stun Spore in its wake. It moved at a fast speed, but hardly fast enough for either of them to not realize. Especially Tanis, as his eyes followed the Hoppip passing by them, and continue heading along a clearly predetermined path that he imagined only it knew it was taking. That was when he realized the Stun Spore it had been spraying behind itself. It spread like an unrelenting plague as it mixed in together with the surrounding air. Tanis didn't react at first, instead slightly more intrigued as to what it was flying away from. He couldn't quite tell from the foliage that was obstructing his view, but he could see a purple cloud of some description. He didn't recognise it as a Poison Gas attack, or something anywhere similar to it. He did conclude however, that it was likely coming this way, and he'd find out in short order.
Looking back at the Skarmory, he finally realized that the Stun Spore had caught up with him as it spread through to his position. Although it had reached a light stage at that point, and had already begun to disperse into the air, he got caught in the tail-end of the golden powder. It begun with a sharp inhale of the spores that quickly entered into his system. A couple of breaths later, he had already begun backing up and beginning to cough. Each exhale of his breath exhibited the similar golden spores that Hoppip had dispersed that quickly mixed with the surrounding air. It only took a few seconds from the point Tanis got caught in it, for it to spread enough to no longer be effectual. The mix of Stun Spore and oxygen was too far onto the oxygen side for it to be a proper issue, for Tanis at least. The spate of coughing continued a few seconds after that however, mixing in with his lungs and flowing through his body. His coughing, which began aggressively and slowly wained from there, subsided as his exhaling exhibited less spores. He was never able to explain it, but it was the primary reason he never reacted to the powder at first. Tanis returned to his stance after the majority of his coughing eased up, no worse for the wear before Hoppip even arrived with its Stun Spore. Not a single sign of Paralysis exhibited from his movements or his physical appearance. Only an occasional single cough from him showed the fact that he was within its influence at all.
That was a development!
It did change the course of Tanis' actions, albeit slightly. He kept his claim and stance on the Skarmory, facing his direction and keeping his stance firmly with him. What changed, is his inaction. Initially considering leaping in for an attack, the Hoppip encounter, whom has long since disappeared to the trees on his left, has given him pause. He could see that there was something else coming from the direction Hoppip had flew away from, and it was... Slowly... Approaching his position. He occasionally darted his eyes to his right to see the progress in that regard, but otherwise his eyes remained locked on the Steel type. What was the bird ultimately planning to do here? He honestly wasn't sure, but he wasn't willing to let the matter go just because something else intervened and something was coming their way. Not right away at least... Tanis remained silent regardless, not responding to anything the Skarmory had to say, and keeping his thoughts to himself.
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OOC - Got torn between an actual combat with Hoppip, or to have something a little more... Interesting... Also powder immunity is such a wonderful thing! :3
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Post by Oscar on Jan 27, 2018 13:33:21 GMT
To himself he didn't seem as hostile as his words would've otherwise spelled him to be, but as if he was conscious enough to notice anything wrong with chastising random, unfortunate strangers as supposed to leaning them his momentary aide. At-least he wasn't laughing at them – he could be leagues more vile if he tried. But while that was still within his repertoire, it frankly wasn't him per say. He'd certainly take a good jab at someone else's blunders every once in a while, but a simple blunder this wasn't. The fellow had fallen however many fathoms to the ground, landed firm enough that he wasn't now a splatter among us, and yet still breathed there after. It was mighty impressive, or mighty lucky, he really couldn't tell what stance he was on but being ignorant to their maneuvering his conceit swiftly guided him to the last of the two. Regardless so long as they looked to be seething and scowling, he wasn't averting his eyes from then no matter the reason. He'd be foolish as to give them the moment to tempt anything fancy, though but a breath later and that commitment was abolished upon the first pattering to hit his diligent ears.
He heard them a second earlier than the 'mon currently huffing and puffing, but still it was all a tad too late for him to have acted. Well that that, or he mustn't have perceived the pathetic beating of wings to be of conceivable threat to certainly him at-least. He couldn't say much for the battered fellow, but his snide self and his concurrent duty were the only things who's weight he bore. Though surely enough; given as he had flung his gaze towards it the brief breadth it had crossed his heed, he saw that hovering little thing pass them by as it sent billows of golden dust in it's panic-ridden wake. Dust that afflicted the ether just as terribly as the poison and grime encroaching it's benevolent woods. Whilst thankfully for he - the most that he'd ever gotten from their blind firing was the befouling stench of it scorching his nostrils straight on through his iron mask. A something so putrid, so piercing, and he'd barely caught the last winds of it mean-whilst that forest fellow was comparatively drenched in it's spores.
Maybe if he liked them more, or perhaps if he actually knew them; then maybe he'd valiantly charge into that spewing death to save the whomever was caught in it. But that wasn't the case, he didn't care enough to risk whatever sickness it was sure to have ailed him with. If anything it would've forced him to be stuck here with the rest of these sickly things, and he wasn't having that. He wanted in and out of here, and funnily enough that hovering hooligan did exactly so. They were out before he could muster it in him to smack that thing out of orbit, probably using the brass clouds it left as cover against the two it had now only realized it assaulted. Which if he ever was curious about whatever caused it to be acting like that, he got his answer when his trailing gaze happened to glimpse the bulbous figure of a spinerak scuttling along the forest floor, and the much less corporeal form of some grimer attempting it's best to pursue someone with the legs it sorrily lacked. Though with the snapping of twigs, the continuous hissing of both gasses and spores releasing into their turbulent suites, and the air finally rid of it's foul as the last twinkling thing eased into an earthy floor. Those two, rather three were well gone from here.
And that inevitably left him to the treecko, back where he started before that sudden mess had decided to veer it's unwanted face out from the blue. Of course he was eager to back onto track, but aving anything suddenly stepped and beaten on by matters outside outside anyone's doing was in of itself infuriating enough to wreck any topic by replacing it with outrage that was hopefully mutual. Which even if he had some other purpose other than bringing them into question all the whilst crossing his imaginary fingers that they weren't the enforcement he was told about the possibility of anything like that occurring again was a bit fresh for his liking. He had to, even if it were no greater than a glance. But his head still turned, surveying all in a fixed, broad line before the amber eyes below it became shot with a flush of anxiety.
Likely brought here from that whole from the scene that had just transpired, and their standing ignorance towards the grimer passing both of them by, marched the courageous steps of a growlithe prowling in the underbrush. Each dry little leaf under it's feet flickered in orange gleams before their charred remnants were taken aloft by smokey winds. He hadn't come face yet with a fire type, especially not in battle. Those whom he rarely saw were but peoples he'd only ever shared a parting glimpse or a word to. But even his unfamiliarity with them was fairly certain no mon would set anything alight lest they intended to, lest they had some greater machinations he hasn't yet seen. Instincts brought him to glance his plates, the malleable metals that surround his body and encases the snared fool donning it's brass, and eventually to other who's emerald skin seemed to be of the brambles themselves. Midst a long moment of awkward scowling for the both of them, it had finally clicked in him when they'd already begun their stride towards them.
Maybe he should of done anything other than sit there blind to the grimer he was sent here to hunt down. It was probably save to presume a grass-type would be on the same page about being scorched alive as he was, so it's best he assume the initiative than wasting more of their time sitting there like ducklets with targets freshly painted onto their oblivious spines. The despair upon his visage was blatant even though his plated helm as his gaze snapped from the distant horrors to the much more closer problems. And with the weight of plate and his disgraceful pride, he boomed towards that Treecko in a cacophonous stride. Himself careful as to not dart away and garner a hundred other diligent warriors nor to incite anything from that grass-type who still hadn't shuffled away since he fallen from the skies.
In no way could anyone have ever been discreet in that immobile suit, he just prayed his steps were conspicuous enough for that treecko to get his clue as the Skarmory traipse not towards them, but around them. Passing onto their right, his shallow though anxious eyes quivering as not for a second did they leave treecko's glare. Without a murmur nor word, he gave his warning to them – a short nod to the distance behind him as he impeded upon the their reach.
// Sorry if this took a bit, just had other writings to attend to;;
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Post by Tanis on Feb 2, 2018 20:11:10 GMT
In spite of the Hoppip's attempts to intervene and dispel the situation that it had bypassed, whether intended or otherwise, the Stun Spore provided little more than a minor distraction that ultimately proved fruitless in aiding any of the situations that Tanis was a part of. It certainly didn't slow him down at all in continuing his gaze and inaction, largely at the Skarmory that continued to stand before him, but also towards the direction that Hoppip had come from. Originally somewhat distant, every second that passed bought the mayhem and stench closer to his position. It wasn't prominent enough at that moment that he could ignore it and proceed in waiting on the Steel bird's activity, until time continued to pass. Skarmory yielded no action prior to that moment besides a shift in his metal plating, which is all it took for the remaining two Pokémon to pass by them. The first Pokémon, a Spinarak, also moved at a frantic pace that seemed almost unnatural for a Pokémon of that stature. Its legs wasn't designed with speed in mind, and it was more evident when it took a path very similar to Hoppip's, albeit on the ground as opposed to hovering in the air. The bug was exhaling a heavy amount of purple smoke, an indication that it had taken, or used, a move that developed such particles. At least that's the conclusion Tanis reached. Much like himself however, whatever that stuff is hasn't been hampering or affecting Spinarak in any way, and so it continued, pushing past the tense stare-down, and exiting towards Tanis' left. The moment Spinarak became out of sight caused by the foliage, the third Pokémon made its arrival. Looking as aggrevated as Tanis himself likely was at one point, Grimer sludged past the scene without so much as a second glance, much more focused on the chase rather than another appropriate target. As the slowest of the three, slightly slower than Spinarak, it was a chase it was losing, but nonetheless still attempted. Grimer left a trail of a stinky purple substance that slowly dissolved the tree roots that were in its path. Like the Spinarak in front of it, it too disappeared roughly through the foliage, turning into nothing more than a moment's distraction. It was the third Pokémon that caught Tanis' attention. Originally, besides Hoppip's Stun Spore, he hadn't been paying the entire run-through too much mind. They were there, sure, but they weren't doing anything to disrupt himself. That third Pokémon to pass by him however. There was something about that distinctness that rung a very distant bell in his mind. He didn't recognise Hoppip or Spinarak at all. That Grimer, however, was exactly the description he was given before he setoff to coming here. Purple, and appeared to be made of some sort of sludge-like substance. Yes! That looked like the Pokémon called 'Grimer' that he'd heard about, and needed to be dealt with. Judging by the almost slapstick-like routine that was going on, it was much more absorbed in going after those other two Pokémon than... Whatever Grimer's were doing to harm the environment of this location. Which, judging by the sizzling substance that the Grimer left behind as it moved, wasn't too difficult to imagine exactly what it was. The stench... It was exactly what he smelt when he arrived: Putrid, vile, poison! He didn't really need too much knowledge in anything to do with that stuff to figure out that it was not to be touched, least of all by himself. Despite popular believe, he was not immune to poison, quite the opposite in fact. Made the question why he was sent here in the first place to deal with the Grimer almost clueless by comparison. The logic behind the Skarmory's involvement was a lot more... Obvious. It didn't change the fact he was here though. Alright, so there's a target now! It unfortunately didn't appear to dissolve the situation that he placed himself in with the Skarmory, whom continued to keep his eyes on him even in spite of all the distractions. Tanis had to admit that at least his eyesight was keen and undeterred, even if his intentions weren't as easily readable. Not to mention that he kept himself relatively sturdy and unshaken, clearly a Pokémon who has seen action and isn't afraid of it. That being said however, he did appear as someone who would perhaps be inclined to take a different approach to situations if it might net him a positive result... Though Tanis' logic to that one was more to the fact that he had done nothing since he first made it clear he was going to go after him. Tanis opted against it after the Hoppip appearance because of the Pokémon that were also on approach. With everyone now passed however, nothing stopped either of them from going after one another. At least that's what Tanis thought. Surely that bird had realized by now that he was going to do something at some point... The inaction of the bird had done little to temper his mood any less than what he had caused moments earlier with his words. So one-sided on what his intentions were, Tanis hadn't noticed Skarmory discover a more pressing concern behind Tanis, to his right. How he noticed the Pokémon was there in the first place, only he really knows. But the reason was enough to finally get the bird moving. By which point, Tanis had shifted his position ever-so slightly in preparation to launch an assault, having had enough of waiting for nothing. His eyes widened and his pupils dilated to follow the bird as he made his way towards Tanis. He had initially figured, by the movements of the bird when it arrived, and from the metal plating that coated his hide, that he was dealing with someone who was just as slow as he appeared. While the noise he begun making anew did nothing to hide his intention and his general location, it certainly didn't hamper movement whatsoever. Faster than Tanis predicted, he begun making a beeline for the grass type. His position abandoned, Tanis clenched his right paw and began attempting to place as much force as the brief movement time would allow him to perform before the Skarmory reached him. He didn't recognise at first that there was actually an ulterior movement in the bird's actions, as he begun diverting left, to Tanis' right-side. At first, Tanis followed suit, side-stepping two paces to his right, so that their paths collided once more. The tenacity to slip around him won the battle of movements, as Tanis was a little too focused in his attack to keep Skarmory on his path. He proved more faster than even Tanis realized it, powerless and a touch too slow himself to prevent the bird from passing him. In her hiding place, Growlithe had watched the scene unfold since she spotted the pair's stare-down. Though both looked relatively shady and not as trustworthy as looks might appear, she concluded that the Treecko was the worst out of the pair that merited more watch. In spite of the fact that he had let the two forest denizens and the Grimer by without engaging them or otherwise halting their progress, which for not stopping the Grimer, was a sin in and of itself, the look she got from him staring down that Skarmory was that of malicious intent. His intent to attack was obvious the moment Skarmory made a move. Growlithe tried to signal to Skarmory to get out of the way by poking her paw out of the brushes while Tanis wasn't watching. Her beef wasn't with him, and the sooner he got out of the way, the better. When that didn't work, she opted to reveal herself properly, and begun making a hunter's slink towards them both, though her target was Tanis. That got the bird's attention! He begun moving, directly past the Treecko, between herself and her prey. She didn't understand that logic, but when a Pokémon is getting away, logic doesn't necessarily have to make sense. At the very least, so long as the Treecko didn't notice her approach, she was fine with whatever happened. Inching ever closer, she was moments away from pouncing! Now behind him, Skarmory had made the distinct motion of something behind Tanis himself as he passed. For reasons he couldn't understand or explain, that simple act really rubbed him the wrong way. Not because Skarmory 'pushed' passed him all the while trying to avoid an actual confrontation, but he gave no real actual indication into... Anything. Was he trying to bait Tanis into chasing after him. losing his clenched right fist he had held onto, his left paw began to shake into life as that one clenched into a ball instead of his right. He still intended to attack, and he did so by spinning completely around to his left, his left arm outstretching across his neck as he did so. As if he were holding something in his left paw, he completed his turn, throwing the contents of his left paw as he unclenches it only after he's in-line with Skarmory. What comes out is a seed barely the size of a peanut. Like a Frisbee, the seed spins on a single axis point, hurtling towards the Steel bird like a projectile. If it's a game the guy wants, then Tanis is happy to oblige! What he didn't realize was the actual game that he wanted to play. He thought the Skarmory wanted to play some Bird-type variant of chase, what he realized, only after he fired off his Absorb, was that the intent of the message was something far more different... And with more teeth up close than he was willing to admit! The seed that has begun soring towards Skarmory dissipated as quickly as it begun its travels the moment Growlithe clamped down onto Tanis' left arm, the closest target she could reach now that he noticed she was there and she lost her element of surprise. Teeth meet flesh as she uses her Bite to good effect, using it as a leverage to use her body weight to try and knock him down by sending him backwards. While succeeding in her biting in eliciting a pained response from the Grass type, his stance wouldn't quite bring him down well enough that she could capitalize. All she managed to get was staggering him back thanks to her superior stance and weight. Tanis' back paws kept him firmly on the ground and upright. She got him! His left arm trapped in the maws of Growlithe, his chance to escape the hound had evaporated along with the Absorb seed that never wound up hitting anything. Each gnash bought with it new pain as any control he had over the arm was gone, restricted to nothing more than trying to yank the limb free. He could feel the intensity of what was inside the Growlithe's mouth: Namely saliva, teeth and heat. The last was of particular note, as it felt way too hot for that to just be natural body heat. All attempts to get the limb free just by pulling on it did nothing more than create more pain and begin causing the clamped skin to begin tearing. That wouldn't end well if he continued to let that happen. Fortunately for him however, he wasn't entirely left without a recourse. His right arm was still very much free, and he put it to immediate use: Tugging with it, attempting to pry Growlithe's jaws apart with it, eventually even smacking Growlithe upside the head with an ill-prepared Pound. That in particular got a positive result: His arm loosened just a touch before being clamped back into being trapped again. He was positive at that point, that he could get himself free by actually hitting the Growlithe. The dilemma was more to the fact that he couldn't really wind up an attack thanks to Growlithe's very close proximity to him. Using a physical attack is one thing, staying stuck on him was something else entirely. The dilemma continued long after Skarmory passed him before Growlithe made her presence known. At that point though, his attention was furthest away from the bird that made it perfect for a clean getaway. After the Absorb fizzled out, Tanis' attention had gone onto Growlithe, quite understandably so. He hadn't a lot of time to think about the situation as a whole, in large part because whatever he thought was nullified by the fact he was trapped. Growlithe certainly wasn't letting go any time soon, Tanis' current attempts to defuse the situation had ended in failure... 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Post by Oscar on Feb 9, 2018 13:08:31 GMT
Not until he was already on his way to rounding past them, did it wholly occur to him that the treecko was bound to attempt something. Arguably there wasn't much of a head beyond all that metal, but blindly bashing one's fist against a plated helm wasn't going to spell anyone good unless they just so happened to be brute enough to pry it apart. Which giving they weren't his size, nor did they look like any of those fighting types.. At his bear minimum he would withstand a blow or two from that grassy 'mon if things ever went that way, and at the best he'd be the closest thing to being borderline impervious. Though seeing as they both had a problem on their hands – a problem in the form of a fiery little beast who's snarling fangs could melt steel and could easily singe right through that treecko's make. He thought their adversary would be mutual, that their differences could be easily postponed and they could happily continue their little kerfuffle sometime else. Though some were more blatant than others, his whole plethora of warnings had fallen upon their deafened ears. Nearly sprinting right through them, brushing their shoulders, and firing an anxious gaze behind him apparently wasn't enough to breath their ire – why would it have been? But in the time and place, his failed act was a lot more favorable than painting himself as the ruffians storming and blighting this forest domain. Glancing back on the fleeting exchange, it probably wouldn't have hurt him to come to a stop and state the blatant as supposed to making a clamorous pass and hoping they'd be keen enough to catch on all his deafening nuance. But of course he didn't – it'd be a whole different story if he was blind enough as to stop when there was someone probably still fresh on his tracks. If he wanted to be so furious with him, then by all means he should let him pout and snarl. He wasn't going to bother saving his ungrateful hide, but Oscar wasn't cruel nor heartless enough as to leave them ignorant to his encroaching doom. That whole song and dance was about the extent he was willing to oblige them with, enough to have at the very least clued them in before either of them were to be pummeled into oblivion and back. And on that note he made his unceremonious leave. His already hastened gait breaking into a full sprint the moment his feet made their pass, casting a flurry of fallen leaves in his wake as he went as swift his armor would let him. Not a moment had passed before his stride, and that obnoxious rattling had screeched to what was going to be a fleeting halt. He didn't run for far nor long for that matter, he knew he couldn't have. He had only blazed far enough for any sounds of disparity – be it his heels or the quarrel certainly brewing his wake – to be quelled by the whatever things murmured from the forest. Be they leaves crackling before the winds, the crunching of fallen canopy beneath him nor the sloshing of any of that polluted earth, he heard it. Nothing was lost on his diligence, hopefully. He might have ignored a thing or two, rushing down a trail like an utter buffoon was guaranteed to make him ever-slightly make him more narrow-minded than he was. But weaving around giant roots, scampering over puddles and winding past increasingly trees, he avoided mostly everything. Mostly. As apparently the only obstacle that would've stopped him for good was his own conscience prodding at the back of his mind until it finally seized that ignorant bird. Not enough enough to entice any pity, nothing would ever be enough. But it did do what it needed to do – it made him stop. Getting as far as feasibly possible from that fire-type should be his first and foremost concern but before he realized it he had already stopped. That run had slowly careened into a walk, and that walk an utter halt. But he was listening, not what beasts he may have stirred – nor the peace he surely disturbed. His head followed with it, veering to where his heed lay elsewhere. Surely no vast, encompassing distance he thought he scrambled to. He only managed a couple-dozen yards away from the both of them before something tugged within the bounds of his mind and demanded that he stop. And that he did, listening as well. Hearing the quarrel he left to Treecko to, watching it unfold as the first of many blows was a brutal, deep chunk being cleaved straight into the grass-type and all the screeching throes that rightfully called for. He probably didn't see it coming, it was too late for any of his hints to ring in their head. It was never his intent to paint them as helpless bait, but by the looks of it he doomed him to such a lowly fate. He had to try something. Personally he'd consider them a squabbling nuisance, but letting anyone be ravaged by some cur wasn't something he'd take any petty splendor in leaving them to. They probably though of him worse than anything he thought of them, but as boiling as their bloods may be it wasn't something he'd consider dooming someone over. He didn't know them, he didn't aspire to know them after they treated him like an ennobled oaf. Bet it instinctual, hereditary, or simply having some common decency as a mon of society. He wasn't going to stand there like an idiot. With nary a second to spare he locked his gaze upon them, and drudged himself forward. Kicking dirt and foliage around him with every pounding step, a straight hurtling towards their quarrel. Though as he was to change his mind about this ordeal, he wasn't partaking in it. He wanted out of it, a notion he couldn't be more sure that they shared after that treecko was quickly being ravaged like some hatchling. A hatchling that could at-least wriggle away, because by the time they weren't some flailing blur on the horizon. How long they'd been fighting, how long he'd been standing and how much longer it was going to last he didn't know – he wasn't even looking. Rather when he came to that second halt his half that distance away, his eyes weren't on that glaring, bloodied concern. Why it was directly beneath and before him. He stared furrowing his eyes, grabbing all his scrutiny could seize in that very moment. As his eyes ran across the path he unearthed, the hundreds of leaves and the earth exposed beneath it. Before him were droves of finite soil, but more important to him were all the stones it blanketed. From loose pebbles interspersed between all that sooty earth, to the dense and weathered rock that gravel concealed. All that he needed was right beneath him; it was only a matter of that Growlithe falling into it. The earth had obeyed him with a powerful stomp his iron talons. A dull, orange glimmer faintly beamed over those stones as their make became gnarled and twisted into jagged flint. If nothing the both of them could surmise can to halt that fire-type in their tracks, then a wide layering of Stealth Rocks would be quite the considerable thorn in the growlithe's sides. He need only activate it on his whim, and those blasted things would do the only thing they were made to do – spring into whatever foe happened to traipse over him. For as terrifying would otherwise appear, they were only going to work once before the shattered like glass against whomever sprung their trap. It was just an affair of differentiating friend from foe. Which considering he was trying to spare some that fellow the trouble of having his life be ripped outta him. It was safe to presume what he considered that fool. Problem was getting them to notice him. Which, was as easy as stealing all the breath he could and bellowing it out in a beckon call. Raising his barking head to the sky as he hollered the only name he knew that Treecko by: “Get over here you Idiot!”
Late again. Kinda left any details I could of the fite open for your own sake. He couldn't leave the fella to ded
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Post by Tanis on Feb 11, 2018 18:28:26 GMT
For better or for worse, perhaps for the better, Oscar's deliberation and re-approach caught the attention of neither of the two combatants that were involved in the scuffle of teeth! The fight proceeded without the steel-type bird as Growlithe had already caught her prey, and held no initial interest in chasing after the other. Said prey was trapped by his left arm by the canine's sharp teeth that had continued to dig into the wound already inflicted, and threatened to cause major damage if he didn't get out of it soon. His struggle in using the arm itself to get free had fallen way too short. The pain mixed in with the numbness and lack of feeling in the arm has rendered it immobile and limp. That and while the move 'Bite' is not in his vocabulary, he does have knowledge of biting-based moves. Though instincts made him try at first anyway, once a Pokémon has you clamped down by their teeth, they're not really letting go unless you can pry the jaws open. As anyone could guess by the fact that he was still within the maws of Growlithe's teeth, he wasn't strong enough to do so. All he could really do was try to divert attention away by making her focus on something else, namely by whacking her upside the head. That also didn't work due to not having a superior position to actually do so effectively. Anyone could hit someone upside the head this close to someone, but to do so effectively requires specific positioning dependent to each Pokémon. Tanis, sadly, was not in that position, and he couldn't so long as he remained in that position. He had to change it... Growlithe had tried to, and continued to try and perform, bring Tanis to the ground by forcing him backwards. Anyone with half a brain cell knew exactly what the logic was behind it: Bring her prey down, pin down, follow-up. Tanis knew that and it was the reason he fought to keep his footing in spite of his failed attempts at doing anything else. What he also quickly realized, was that by staying stuck in this situation, eventually he was going to get worn down with not as much effort on Growlithe's part. He was trying to distract her with failing attacks, stay on his feet, keep his balance and resist the damage that he'd already taken, and continued to take. Growlithe meanwhile was clamping down with her teeth, pushing forwards and resisting the strikes to her head, which wasn't difficult. This war of attrition was going to end up with a victory for Growlithe if Tanis let this drag on. No immediate ideas of how to alleviate the situation to be more favourable for him swung into his mind, and continued to not do so until Growlithe made her next move. Getting tired of trying to push him down and not get very far at that, the next big decision came that, if he won't go down by force, then perhaps trying a different method would work. After all, they've been watching each other the moment she latched onto him, he was unlikely to immediately look away until it was already too late. With that thought process in mind, Growlithe unleashed her Leer. So simple in its design and its use, yet it's one that's equally as effective, as Tanis is willing to admit. As a move that he knows himself, he is all too familiar with what it actually does. Those unknown in actually facing down against such a move should consider themselves quite lucky, as it does quite literally invoke a crippling fear inside your gut and makes your whole body shut down for but a single instant. Its intent is to cause a reaction that opens you up to future onslaughts against you, makes you fear your opponent, tremble, shake, worry. Its use is actually a little more complex than it first appears, as it can't be used on just anyone. Direct eye contact is necessary for one thing, not to mention that the Pokémon itself has to be susceptible to fear, and more specifically, be afraid of who they're looking at. Intimidation is the penultimate aim of the Leer game, and Tanis fell right into it. In a moment of weakness, he gets shaken and loses temporary ability to think for himself as his concern is more to the thoughts of Growlithe's glare. That was the opening that she was looking for! The intended effect was not to open Tanis up to future attacking, though that was an additional bonus. The true purpose was to startle him enough to then try pushing him again. With the intended effect working like a charm, Growlithe pushed against him again. She was met with no initial resistance at first, as Tanis' thoughts for that split second was elsewhere. That single second was all she needed to acquire the edge she needed to push him over. By the time he realized what he had inadvertently done, his body was in no position to resist, already midway down to the ground with Growlithe piling on top of him. The fall itself was actually very clumsily done and looked more like two Pokémon flailing and landing in their respective positions. Growlithe kept a very firm grip on Tanis' arm with her teeth, which alongside the force she was using to bring him down, also meant she went with him, which was her intention. Planting all four of her paws into her take down position: Two front paws parallel to his shoulders, and her back paws keeping his legs inside her own, she remained upright just enough to prevent herself from toppling with him, only allowing her mouth and nose to follow him down. Which of him, landed flat on his back onto the roots that matted the forest floor. His left arm stretched out above his head as it follows the trajectory that Growlithe's teeth gave it. His remaining arm was the only limb that remained largely mobile as his legs were limited to merely upward movement... As far as Growlithe's body would allow at least, and his tails were stuck beneath his back, which was the side that he was on when he landed. The crippling effects of the Leer now a distant memory, save for the weakness he could feel through his body, his mind was his once more. In spite of the... Questionable position that he now found himself in, Tanis didn't feel as though he'd lost entire control of the situation yet. It's true that she had him largely pinned down save for his arm and upward movement of his own legs, Growlithe was hardly in the most ideal pinning position either. To keep him from struggling as such and moving as much as he might have wanted, she kept her teeth firmly on his useless left arm. With his arm now above his head, so too was Growlithe's, not to mention her body had to accommodate for the somewhat unnatural position that it would cause. That being said, for all intents and purposes, she was doing a bang up job. There wasn't any particular way he was going to use his right arm for anything much besides grabbing onto something. If the close proximity he was in wasn't ideal for him to launch an effective attack, then being flat on his back certainly wasn't going to change that. Of course, that would also imply that he always required his arm to actually do stuff. While it was true that the majority of the things he does often times require able movement on his part to get it going, Quick Attack being a classic example, he does have one move up his proverbial sleeves that only really requires one thing. He unfortunately didn't have it from his prior position... Now, however, Growlithe's front left leg has just moved into a position he could reach, and be somewhat effective with it to boot. He eyed the leg for no longer than a second before he sprung into action. With a single lunge from his head, he opened his own mouth as wide as he could muster, his teeth bare to the world and indicating their deadliness, as he hurtled his mouth to the flesh of the otherwise exposed leg. At the end of the entire sequence of events that happened so far, everything that he had done so far, either against Growlithe, Skarmory, or nature, has been largely inconsequential. Enough to get by, perhaps, but nothing anyone would consider worthy of a Pokémon who considers themselves capable. That seemed to change the moment Tanis used his Crunch. In an ironic and amusing twist that only Tanis saw coming at first, he completely mimicked Growlithe's tactics of pinning him in place, by sinking his teeth into Growlithe's left leg while she's sunk hers into his own left arm. The initial strike sent a massive chill and wave of pain shocking through Growlithe's system as her body went completely rigid for a couple of seconds as her flesh was suddenly tormented by her prey's teeth. The shock reverberated through her body like she had suddenly stepped in icy water, and the chill passed through her entire body on the way to her head. Even after initially using his Crunch, Tanis kept his teeth firmly clamped onto the tender leg that was really the only thing he could reach at that moment. This, in turn, left the pair in a rather precarious position. Tanis didn't particularly have any sort of follow-up plan in mind after using his move. Only to keep his teeth firmly in place and not let go. Similarly, Growlithe certainly didn't expect a Grass type herbivore, of all beings, to actually use his teeth, not as a futile attempt, but as an actual attack that hurt! In much the same way Tanis had been stuck since she bit into him, she can't break free of his own trap on her. She tried a few times to try and move her leg away and out of Tanis' reach. The first time she nearly managed it, if not for the fact that he scraped his back slightly along the ground just enough to maintain reach. After that initial try, Tanis placed his free right paw on Growlithe's trapped leg, slightly higher than where he is clamping down. All attempts after that only saw him move along the ground along with the leg in question. Growlithe's own follow-up after getting Tanis down couldn't happen so long as he maintained control of her leg like that. This left the battle, or wrestling match depending on your viewpoint, at a stalemate. Tanis has Growlithe's leg, isn't letting go of it, and isn't in much of a position to do anything. Similarly, Growlithe has Tanis' arm, also isn't letting go of it, and can't move anywhere without her leg. The battle quickly boiled down to who had the bigger bite. The short answer to that question was, ironically, Tanis. Although Growlithe had a headstart by having bitten down on him first. This was the time that the Skarmory's Stealth Rock entered the scene. Maintaining a relatively safe distance away from the tussle that was unfolding, the Stealth Rock flew into immediate action. The rocks definitely appeared as sharp as any talons, and seemed to mimic a sharper version of a Gravelrock, a 'weapon' that Tanis is familiar with. However, neither combatant realized the trap that was being set. It was only after the bellowing happened that they both took notice. Growlithe was immediate to notice the bird standing there, with his Stealth Rock in front of him, staring menacingly at the Growlithe as she looked back at it in turn. She didn't know this bird, so she immediately concluded that the 'idiot' that he was referring to, was Tanis. Judging by how he was acting and the way those rocks were not inviting to say the very least, they are likely meant for her. She didn't recognise the move completely, but she knew a dangerous attack when she saw one! Tanis wielded a surprising attack, but not one she considered completely dangerous, Skarmory's on the other paw... That was one she didn't want to mix with. Growlithe is outnumbered! If it was just this small Treecko that she had to deal with, it wouldn't have been a problem. A second Pokémon getting into the mix while she is trying to take down the first is not something that she can really deal with. The last thing she needs is her first victim to be fighting back, while the second is throwing who knows what at her from a distance. That is not a favourable outcome, especially not in her current situation. The time to act was now, while she had the chance! As much as it pained her to let her prey go after so much work to getting him into that position, she has to do it, lest she get caught by something undesirable, and then she'd really be in trouble. In a moment of what could be considered brief sincerity, the biting of Tanis' arm draws to an uneventful end. Her biting on the limb ends with no fanfare or any further resisting. The logic behind the release was not one of compassion or fair reasoning, but more to the point of getting herself free. She knows exactly what she's dealing with here, and what better way to get herself free, than by exploiting the one weakness that she has at her disposal. Doing so required the use of her mouth, which is why she first had to set Tanis' arm free. Now, she had full reign over what to do next, and what she did next was nothing short of reopening her gaping maw, pointed straight at Tanis. Her breath hotter with each moment, her body warm with the lingering temptation of a fried meal. The formations of an Ember lingered in her mouth for only a single second... Tanis had continued his relentless, yet successful task of maintaining a firm hold on Growlithe's leg as she had continued to get away from the teeth with as much success as he had. He realized from a momentary glance that the Skarmory was there, and was yelling for... Someone... To go over to him. Sadly, he was not in an appropriate position to really see who he was directing his word to, specifically because he had also bellowed up to the skies. He did however see the makings of a move in progress, but his attention quickly went back to the tussle he was in with Growlithe to realize who the attack was aimed at, or that he was the one being called. Rightly so, the more pressing concern was on top of him. Having given up the wrestling match that they were a part of, Growlithe frees his arm, in favour of standing there with her mouth agape in front of him. It wasn't until he saw the formation of her Ember within her mouth, that he realized that he was in deep trouble. He didn't know what the attack was, or just how lethal the damage was going to be, only that it was headed for him, and it was hot! In a reaction very similar to the use of his Crunch, he too let Growlithe's leg free of the similar fate that his arm just withstood in favour of directing his own attention to his new pending doom. His right arm slammed immediately into Growlithe's jaw, maintaining a grip and an attempt to prevent whatever was coming. The Ember was primed and ready to fire within her mouth. Tanis had delayed its use in an attempt to direct it somewhere that wasn't him by clasping her bottom jaw closed and directing her head up with his paw. This begun a new, but temporary stalemate with Growlithe trying to bring her head down to strike, and Tanis trying to keep it up and away from him. Her superior physical frame, alongside Tanis only using one arm to stop her, proved more than enough to bring her head back down. His only saving grace was that she fired the Ember a touch too early, barely missing hitting his head and face, but in direct line of the well-bitten arm that still hung limp above his head. A solitary Ember shot generated intense heat and enough firepower to momentarily set Tanis' arm aflame and scorch the limb black in an instant. In conjunction with the existing wound already inflicted upon it and the fact it is still attached to the rest of him, there was really only one result that could come out of it. Overall the attack proved a touch more effective than the initial Bite did, yet it didn't stop it from extracting an equal dose of pain, which was exemplified by Tanis' first actual verbal 'bellow' of his own. Or to be more precise, a pained cry that he was not shy enough to share outloud. This proved two things: He wasn't a mute, and it hurt, a lot. It wasn't what Growlithe intended for her target initially, but inflicting damage on an existing injury proved sufficient for her needs. Now free, she promptly backed away from Tanis, a proper ten paces away, allowing her plenty of further distance to the Skarmory. Her movements proved somewhat slower than she'd like, not to mention a rather pronounced limp on her left leg. Even so, she hadn't quite given up on this fight as of yet, it just got severely more complicated. She could decide how she should approach this battle further once she gauged what Skarmory was going to do, and decide from there. There was always the possibility of being double teamed by two Pokémon, which was the initial worry and one of the reasons she aimed her Ember at Tanis, the other reason being getting him to release her. It had a much greater impact than even Tanis himself realized it would have. Skarmory had worked out without any hesitation that Growlithe was a fire type, and was going to be more trouble than it was worth. Tanis, continuously oblivious to all manner of things that he doesn't know a thing about, didn't realize that fact until just now. He knows of his Fire weakness of course, any sane Pokémon with it would, but realizing the Pokémon you're fighting has such moves is another thing entirely. It's a painful lesson to learn first-paw, in theory. Of course, now he's paying for it with his arm crippled to the point of uselessness. The single silver lining, was that feeling has returned to it, not that it made him feel any better. Despite being free to move once more, his mind is wracked in too much pain that he's barely able to even think about the bird's command to him, or anything else for that matter, besides grabbing his injured arm and rolling onto his stomach. His eyes clenched shut and a clear pained expression on his face, his mentality has driven him out of the battle for the moment. The lingering effects of the pain are dying out slowly... But for now, it is too intense for him to perform anything coherent. A fact that Growlithe is content with, it means Tanis won't be bothering her, at least for the moment. -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ >myfacewhen posting response is too much fun! No, I don't like self-inflicting my characters with dangerous moves, what are you talking about? :v If that was too long to read, Growlithe's basically free now and separated from Tanis... That's generally it. Heh. So enjoyed making this one!
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White Dawn
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PLAYED BY Birb / ALegionofKaw
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Post by Oscar on Feb 17, 2018 1:37:04 GMT
He wasn't about to act so callous as to courageously dart head-on to his flickering doom, but if the cacophony of a quarrel didn't catch his heed, then surely the momentary spark of a hundred or so embers was certainly enough to enlighten his gaze. There was always the odd chance that there was some 'mon out there who didn't know a move of their respective typing. It was often the case with the younger fellows, he's heard plenty of stories about the ones enrolled into training having to frequently tackle and nibble their way into learning anything other than those bare-boned basics. At-least that was personally how he got to be a smidgen above the proverbial norm, but he wasn't about to delve into the monotonous memories of training days on end. He suspected, and then immediately had his suspicions be disproved by billowing fires. They may have withstood a modicum of a chance now, but seeing those embers be spewed it turned any hope of fending them off into the fearful compulsion to high-tail it out of these woods. And if he hadn't caught eye of that 'mon writhing in a pit of charred brush and leaves - he would've simply fled by now. But that dreadful sight was the affirmation the better half of that scoundrel needed to hold his anxious grounds.
And he was glad he did else that sod would've been scorched a hundred times over or he'd suffer the even graver fate of spelling himself out to be an utter fool. Apparently preserving his own pride up there with saving his own skin, and save for the fact he'll be boiled from his insides-out, it'll at-least make for a nice scar – a great story to tell after he retires early from all his self-induced afflictions. As much as he'd adore jesting to himself about this whole spiel; the only way he'll really lighten this situation now is that he happened to burst into embers as well. Which frankly wasn't on his agenda after seeing that treecko's arm become gnashed by that beast's fangs then charred to a sickening fleshy black. Something that visibly terrible was going to take more than a few berries to mend, and seeing as they keeled on their stomach on their volition, it'll take even more than the fair dozen he imagined – It'll take a bloody week to set every bone in that 'mon straight. But, what did he know about medicine anyways? The only thing he was versed in was combat and that didn't do the other 'mon any good now hasn't it?
He could try pecking their eyes out – it's never failed to be effective. But if anything, they'd want the Skarmory in range. He wasn't dealing with some flamethrower here, they weren't about to burn this whole forest down just to spew a distant foe with some fire. They wanted him close – enough for those embers to actually ignite as supposed to sputtering out – and they wanted that Skarmory downed like the that other 'mon. Of course any person of his stature wouldn't be limited to simply pecking another person apart. He had claws; Metal Claws, and raking those talons into them was bound to be more effective than doing what essentially amounts to annoying them until they keel over. But if anything, he'd only;y be handing them the ample tools to screw him over. The second he was to get into their range he was going to be blasted into oblivion, and getting into their face would make him a bigger target than the hulking, rattling one he already was. So needless to say; unless they were dull enough to charge straight into that field of flint then his options were getting fewer and fewer by every second he wasted dawdling there.
He hadn't even gotten into a tussle with them and it was already beginning to look like an impasse. There was to choices laden before him, that either he was going to flee and hope they stumble into an obvious ploy or that he'd charge into the head of battle and be reduced to cinders by the second blow. It wasn't looking bright for him, the Skarmory couldn't possibly fathom how things probably looked on that Treecko's perspective but he'd been thankfully spared the throes of standing in their shoes. But if what they wanted was for him to blindly throw himself into a doomed battle, then he could at-least give them what they pleased and have this whole mess end swiftly as supposed to letting the whole ordeal drag on into another hour. He would've stood absolutely no chance hiding in this irremovable shell, so what was the point of all that fretting if both sides meant an assured disaster? He wanted it to be over, and he wanted it to be quick, so with his ichor boiling through him the Skarmory's talons clambered into a storm.
Each step be made was another bound, following leap after leap with the dance of a dozen plates rattling to every stride. It was an uproar; a whole parade and all for his snide heroics. But as he darted through roots, leaping over that field of stones, and winding into the clearing. His amber eyes weren't locked with that growlithe, weren't scouring the floor to conjure another jagged snare, but they were firmly steadied on the slumped and battered grass-type. The space between them were of three-four paces, a bit of an overestimation in hind sight given how vastly he overshadowed them size alone, but there was at-least enough space there to fit two of himself or him with his iron wings unfurled. And the last of those two was what was most important to him. A grating, almost ear-splitting sound erupted from his arms as metal screeched against metal and those wings of his finally unfurling. The steady whir of turbulent winds dancing through his serrated quills, the faintest whistling below the dissonance he reigned.
His intent wasn't to careen straight into either creature, it'd be plain stupid. He wasn't even quite sure he could take flight before he could get there what with the closing stretch between him, the clearing, and that looming huntress. It wouldn't matter all too much, he just needed to get there – between them, and as fast as his armor would let the skarmory scramble. But every bound he closed towards the scene it felt lighter, almost featherweight, before the winds he brought had taken him to hair and let his wings glide him to the earth. The second he felt the earth give way beneath his talons he had unfurled his quills, tucked his wings to his side and garnered as much form the grounded avian could seize. He nearly flattened himself mid-flight, brought those talons to chest-height, then promptly prepared for the rough landing as he bee-lined straight and down towards the earth between those quarreling two.
It all occurred to him in a flash of genius his conscious self couldn't ever have schemed. And that brief second of flight was the respite he needed for his thoughts to concoct then inevitably enact. It was simple, thought not necessarily unexpected. Getting between them was the first part, then flinging a Sand Attack into their gaze was the second, and fleeing with them hopefully in his talons was the third. That Treecko couldn't possibly withstand another direct blow – a fact all of them had seemingly known. But if they could withstand one ember in their disheveled state, then his otherwise untarnished self could likely take one-maybe two if he happened to be fortunate as to seize the drop on that mutt. Nevertheless, wedging himself in the middle of those two would assure that the only target – the biggest target was that iron-shelled beast who had swooped straight down upon them. And without having to worry himself over that treecko's fate he could focus on running whatever diversion he could pluck out of the air.
But the diversion was already called for. Midst his flight he swerved those wings around, kicked his talons towards them, widened his terrible wings, and brought the full weight of his steel carapace down upon that earth. Earth spewed, whole droves of dirt flew into the winds along with every leaf that had been sprinkled along said floor. As whilst he nearly tumbled onto his rear, and certainly made a terrific blunder trying to swindle himself mid-air, the landing was all part of that game. As he hardly happened a glimpse of the Growltihe, their scowl and the embers that lit their every swathe of fur before the screeching of his plummeting heels had sent every last spec of mud he uprooted straight into their scowling visage.
Well, that was the first part of this done. He didn't exactly witness effective that Sand Attack was because every part of him had followed in his heel's suit and skidded eastward, swept the bird straight onto his back with a dense thump and made that courageous fool bellow an empty, winded shriek.
// Pocket Sand!
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Outlaw
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PLAYED BY Darkringer
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Post by Tanis on Feb 22, 2018 14:27:03 GMT
As Tanis continued to wallow in his injuries, the fight around him continued as if he was no longer there. His world felt like a swirling mess as his brain was very apparent with reminding him about the sheer pain that was prevalent in his arm. Not that he really needed any sort of reminder, a mere look at the crippled limb was more than enough to tell the tale of what had been going on. The arm, once green and vibrant, following the color scheme of the rest of his skin, was now a smoky black in tint and now looked like he had just recently had an arm transplant that only looked somewhat similar to his other. The scarring and redness of the Bite wound is the only coloration difference that presents the otherwise new coloration of his arm. There are only two upsides that come from the entire ordeal. First, the pain. Extravagant and telling, but it's also a sign that it is still functional and he at least retains some aspect of feeling in it, which generally means no long-term damage. The second is movement. By bending the arm against his chest and grasping it with his other paw, he proved to himself that he still has some assortment of movement with it. It again proves that there's no long-term effect, but also in spite of the sheer damage inflicted onto him, it still manages to retain its function enough. None of this actually helps him for the immediate future of course, as not only has it been severely weakened and has been the brunt of all the attacks on him so far, it's causing a prolonged effect. As if his arm was having a seizure of sorts, his paw continued to flicker to life on occasion enough to flinch out of his control. Like a spark omitting from a fire, his shoulder region, the area that had yet to meet the fate of discoloration, slowly degenerates into that exact fate. An overwhelmingly hot and sizzling feeling reverberates through his body, centered on his left shoulder. It's the cause of the flinching and the continuation of the spread of discoloration: Tanis has been Burned! The blackness of his arm was slowly spreading like an infectious disease that was slowly eating him whole. With each second that passed, a tiny speck more of his once lush and green self became victim to his burning, at first turning the skin an ash brown, which then slowly becomes black. The effects, while perhaps visually impressive, does little to improve Tanis' overall health, in that it isn't, at all! Initially, he does nothing, content to merely lay on the ground and wallow in self-pity about himself and his mistake in actually taking on the Growlithe. Of course, he didn't specifically have too much of a choice since she had bitten into him before he could do much of anything besides firing off an Absorb at the Skarmory. As he bore witness to, after reeling enough to flip onto his back a second time, he realizes how much of an error that was as well. Skarmory, whether from bravado, a test of strength, or he's just as stupid as he claimed Tanis was, launched himself at Growlithe, kicking a wave of sand into the hound's general direction. Not viewing the sleight of his handiwork, the Steel type skimmed and darted to Tanis' right, only to plop onto the ground with a rather loud and resounding thud. Tanis watched the spectacle unfold, inhaling deep breaths and gritting his teeth in a vague attempt to keep himself largely quiet as it all went down. It was something that Skarmory was not exactly succeeding at, bellowing his own judgement about what his body was going to do post-Sand Attack. It seemed to Tanis like he doesn't typically use the move very much. He didn't say anything about it however, for as clumsily as it was performed, the intended effect was right on the money! Sand coated Growlithe's face in an instant, and her eyes seemingly wielded shut as sand sat nicely into her vision, both obstructing and irritating them. Her eyes watered in a futile attempt to clear the sand out of her eyes, as well as such, she began pawing at her face in an attempt to correct her sight. All the while her eyes remained firmly shut and blind to the world. While she does succeed in removing the majority of the sand from her face, which had previous hampered her breathing as well, but to a lesser degree than what was going on with her eyes. In spite of her efforts, her pained and stinging eyes refused to cooperate with her. The few times she tried to reopen her eyes, were met only with a brand new sensation that not only made her make a hissing sound, but had them shut again after only a couple of seconds. This actually bought a temporary halt to the proceedings, with all three combatants otherwise indisposed and preoccupied with something else entirely. Growlithe is the first to do something out of the three, having taken about five seconds to decide on what to do. She saw the Skarmory drift to her left before the Sand-Attack hit her, so she knows he's not where she last saw him. Attacking at that point now would be pointless. If her sight has failed her, then she'll simply have to use something else to track him down. And she does so. Planting her nose to the ground, having given up the losing battle of trying to see again, she focuses instead on sniffing the Skarmory out using her Odor Sleuth. A heavy mixture of smells assault her nose, mostly the scent of poison and Grimer, but among that mix were various others: Hoppip, Tanis, herself. Everyone has their own distinct smell, she simply needed to figure out which one was Skarmory. Slowly she turned around, faced her back to them both, then back to them again. The procedure took a little time, time she had at her disposal, but she felt confident and a smile returned to her maw. She faced Skarmory with zeal and confidence as she stopped her sniffing and stood upright. Still breathing in through her nose, but no longer an actual pronounced sniff. " That's where you are..." That was the first time Tanis had seen anything like that before. Growlithe was actually able to figure out precisely where Skarmory was without the use of her eyes. Instead she used her nose to sniff him out, and is now poised and ready to go again, a clean fix and is actively facing the bird's direction, despite not actually looking at him. That's quite impressive, certainly a clear sign that this Pokémon was not to be taken lightly. That's not to say that he'd been doing so this whole time, but he at least knew that running from this Pokémon would've been tougher now than it probably would've been had he known. Tanis is fast, for sure, but with one arm out of commission, he won't be at his full speed. In either case, with Skarmory focusing on Growlithe, and vice versa, he has been left alone, giving him a full reprieve and an attempt at retrieving a second wind. Having seen all he wanted to see, Tanis fully lay on his back, his head now among the roots on the ground again, it was time to dig deep into whatever strength he had left in him. If he was going to play any sort of role in any of this, he had to try and ignore the lingering effect of his wounds and his burn and channel whatever he has left into continuing this battle. He's come back from worse than this, he knew he could do it, he just had to do it. His right arm still clutching his burned left, Tanis closed his eyes and begun to 'dig deep' in an attempt to find his strength and will to continue this battle, both having previously been shattered as a result of Growlithe's relentless onslaught. While he did give as good as he got in terms of the biting department, he had yet to answer for the Ember that is continuing to plague his body even now. He tried his best to ignore the burn, but it remained a thorn in both his body and his mind as it chewed away at his physical capabilities. So much so, that it would be easier to state that each passing second brought him closer to his limits. With it fast approaching, comes a unique, yet familiar feeling. Tanis has felt its effects before, and what it does to him. He didn't fight it, his eyes remaining closed and merely permitting the strength to flow through him. Simple in its nature, but still as effective, his body exhibits a bright green glow, surrounding him like moths to light. Enveloping his entire body, yet not blocking himself from anyone's view, the significance of his dire moments spur him on for one final wave of strength and power! Instantly, his breathing becomes less labored, and it's made instantly clear that he has become empowered with a seemingly undiscovered power that has only now been unleashed. While that is partially true, it is considered as a double-edged sword, as those who know what it is, also knows that it only kicks in when the Pokémon is already weak. Tanis is indeed at a weakened state, easily enough that Skarmory was correct that another Ember would end his battle. But for the present moment at least, his condition and state was enough to bring forth his Overgrow. This newfound power is not something that Skarmory or Growlithe would have any actual use for, but for Tanis, it was just the kickstart he needed to get himself back into this. That wasn't the only source that bought Tanis back into the thick of things however. Tanis didn't notice it himself as he has his eyes closed, but an outside source that has been surrounding the forest all this time, also lent a helping hand to reinvigorate Tanis. The beams of sunlight that have sporadically been coating the forest floor, changing and twisting its shape depending on the whims of the trees and the wind that has been blowing them around to and fro ever so slightly, somehow formed life of its own. As if willed by a source unknown, and as if Tanis was some sort of plant, the traces of sunlight that matted the sky and the floor from his position begun to place all of its focus on Tanis himself. At every opportunity, in spite of the attempts of the trees above him, the sun directed its rays so it could bend and twist enough to 'strike' Tanis body directly. It was merely fuel, and end to a means... It was power, and strength. It was preparation for something much more stronger and sinister. So strong, that the energy for it had to be collected and stored first, before it could be used. Regardless of the logic and reason behind it all, it gave Tanis more than enough energy to bring him back from his back, onto his feet once more. Tanis is back! In spite of that, and now having actually missed two opportunities to do something, anything, against Growlithe, he remained hunched over. The reason this time is not because of pain or that he wants to do so, although both are still very legitimate reasons at his actual state. The real reason is because he's continuing to channel power. Even after getting up, the sunlight still directs itself towards him, as if he is the key star in this play. Pouring more solar power into his body. It's an effect he doesn't truly understand, and has no actual direct control over. It's a natural occurrence to him that sunlight draws itself to him, he doesn't will it to. This much power however, this is him actually making it so. This felt strange, unusual, yet somehow natural. But he far from disliked it! It was empowering him with strength he has never felt before, far more than his Overgrow has ever done. He liked it! Yes, this was acceptable and he was more than willing to let it continue! It was true that he missed his chance to assault Growlithe while she was blinded, whom continued to stand there, smug, and completely oblivious to the visual world around herself, or what Tanis was even doing. Hunched over, crouched and set on three legs, his burned fourth leg incapable of supporting his own weight, he waited and bided his time. The lime green aura that surrounded his entire body never once diminished or faded, it remained as strong and steadfast as the first time it flared up, and doesn't look like it's going to be going away for a while yet. It granted Tanis with the strength to continue the fight. Yet the light that continued to envelop him, as well as the constant intake of power he felt, prepared him for an assault that he wasn't entirely convinced would be enough to topple Growlithe. It made him feel really good though, so he continued in his collection. After a few more seconds of his Burn afflicting him and sunlight continuing to pour into him, converted into power and usable energy, he could feel his body's protest. It had begun rejecting and attempting to find an outlet for all this excess power that he had been amassing. Yet the sunlight continued to try and send more his way. Tanis was forced to create such an outlet in an attempt to absorb more than his body could handle. This is what begun the formation of his efforts. It appeared miniscule at first as he slowly opened his mouth, it seemed like a pointless exercise that bore no fruit whatsoever, until a tiny shimmer of light shone from the origin point of his throat. It started as small as the smallest of ball-bearings, but as the intake of power continued, it began to grow at a rapid pace. At about half its size, Tanis begun to struggle to keep his head, and his mouth, pointed in the direction that he wanted it to go, which was directly at Growlithe. He persisted in his attempts to keep it true and in its place, and the ball of light continued its growth. Yet, in spite of that, whatever it was that Tanis was doing, he wouldn't let it go... Not yet. Whatever it was that Tanis was acting like a solar panel for, accumulating sunlight in a peculiar manner, it was forming up in his mouth, which continued to amass in strength with every passing second. It grew, and grew, and continued to grow even after it may seem he had lost control of it. How he's still keeping that thing in his mouth, not even Tanis could really answer that... Not that he could even if he wanted to, his mouth currently occupied with keeping the ball of light that's forming in check. While it was true that both Growlithe and Skarmory held a resistance to Grass-type moves, this had begun to turn into something much larger than a mere Absorb. This was turning into something that could very well cause harm even to those who held a resistance to it. Especially with Tanis continuing to have the ball grow constantly. Just how big is that thing going to get? ... No-one knows but Tanis. +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- So we both seemed to agree that Tanis can't take another Ember. So I figured that's Overgrow territory. Because why not make the Solarbeam hit even harder despite effectiveness? Soon... >
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White Dawn
PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Birb / ALegionofKaw
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Post by Oscar on Mar 3, 2018 8:32:54 GMT
Granted the earth was already a bit marshy. Either that was from the forest itself or whatever grime was plaguing this here forest, it mattered little in hindsight. As for whatever reason it was just surprisingly slick for what it was, just some exposed patch of brown and mushy earth that gave way the split moment his heels clacked against it. Maybe it was obvious, that of all places he could have swooped down he probably shouldn't have landed on the one that was slick with a watery sheen to it. Or perhaps he was going too fast for his own good, that he was clouded by his own guile when he decided to soar as swift as he could and try to put on a show by kicking earth into that hunter's gaze. But whilst that was somewhat close to his intent, it might have even been the thing that pushed him into trying this ridiculous feat, it still wasn't. Rather the Skarmory's bright idea was to give that Treecko the chance to lick their wounds and take the opportunity to hopefully scamper off to where he had left that safety net of stealth rocks. Though what good was that going to do for him if he wasn't going to make it out of here a smoldering mess.
Atop of making himself a fool, he also painted himself a glaring target for that Growlithe. He wasn't sure how effective that whole spiel was going to be, he just landed as rough as he could and spewed everything he uprooted in her general direction with heedless abandon. It may have worked, it might have not, he couldn't see the culmination of his handiwork because he was too busy with a face-full of earth. He skidded, felt himself sway for a hair-raising second he traveled along the earth, then blundered as his entire weight had flung itself with sheer force. Sure he hit the earth with a solid thud, but also collapsed onto it with a cacophonous clang as his plates did well to absorb the shock of his own blow. The split moment it occurred to him he was falling forward, he knew he had somehow veer himself around lest he meet with whatever was awaiting him on that cold, muddy floor. In the worst case scenario he would've fallen directly onto that sorry grass-type, or better yet slammed his face against the roots of a decades old tree. It wasn't him trying to preform some outlandish maneuver, he wouldn't try pulling something like that again lest his life were somehow dependent on his dexterous wits. But it was more him instinctively flailing in the breath he felt his talons hit grease along the that forest floor. Back and forth he had jerked between to the two paths he was careening towards, and in a second's decision he tossed himself against whatever he route thought was going to fetch him the better odds. Which thankfully winded up being past the treecko's left as he flung wildly, balled himself as hs wings collapsed against him and rolled onto his side as had he decidedly abandoned the feeble endeavor of reclaiming his slippery footing.
It was quite the mighty tumble. Brambles snapped, shrubby rustled, and roots thumped as he spun around like a barrel downriver. One rotation, he felt as he was going to be sick atop of the hundred or so branches that tried to pierce him. The second spin and he couldn't take it anymore, as everything from his helm to his innards were twisted into sickening knots. By time the third one was coming along he had to stop this madness, and so he did. He heard another clang ripple against his spine, something solid and assuredly dense that would've nearly cracked the avian in two weren't it for his absurd mail. Without hesitation as he rolled about for the third time over, he blindly grasped then seized the gnarl roots of a towering oak. The motors and tendons in his legs immediately flared in a numb fury that rippled their fires over him as a terrible, sudden jerk had reined him into ungracious halt. He likely would've flown another yard or three and all that force that was going to do it was suddenly dragged to his legs that were rightfully stricken with their burning throes. It was brash, certainly not heedless, but his split-second decision had did what he wanted to do and got him to stop not without leaving the brute square on his side.
Well he did it, albeit not without the cost of having the wind beaten out of him, and crumbling flat onto his right wing. His diversion wasn't meant to be anything necessarily grand, it was mostly an effort on his part to blind her then take the few moments he could to get that grass-type off his feet and drag them to where they couldn't be instantaneously burned to the ground by that fiery little hunter. At most it would've purchased them a second or four to recuperate themselves until the bout continued, but by the telltale looks of it he's probably wasted at-least half of those precious moments already by making such a dramatic mistake like that. His time was already short, neither of them could afford to shorten that even more. Yet before he could do anything to recuperate his immediate losses, he needed to get onto his feet or at his very least see what his foolhardy handiwork has gotten him. More or less still writhing in the sooty aftermath of his mistake, he keeled enough onto his side that his braced eyes could spot that huntress, aiming his blind head in her general direction before those amber-red eyes finally cranked themselves open. Flickering, furrowing, gazing at the fire-type who was reeling in her own fleeting blindness.
It wasn't made to last, he wasn't going to last, and it was surprisingly more brief than he could have fathomed beforehand. He was gathering his strength, thoughts and breath as he simply gawked at her keeling back as her eyes were presumably taken by the clumps of grime clinging to her flickering pelt. Though as for that treecko. It was either they had gotten up in that brief time, crawled to wherever they came from, or ungraciously expelled their last breath after he's gone through all the effort of attempting to stave their doom. Heroics weren't his thing, he was more appreciative of the respect that garnered as supposed the sensation of knowing that he's done something objectively good for another fellow. He wanted reverence, he wants the same high-tales to tell over and over again until the day his age was to claim him. Childish as that was, impossible as may have been in eventual hindsight. It's what kept his eyes not on his opponent, but on the one shrouded by the oak he stumbled over. They could be there – they could still be quarreling for all that he was able to gaze from behind those bark curtains. He could always afford to live with his own failures, any self-respecting man should have the guts to swallow every proverbial pill on their ventures. But he needed them. Not to have their soul at his side, not for anything as banal as having selflessly spared another man – another troubled warrior. He only craved the legitimacy of having the tales of this becoming irrefutable.
But it's only when she sounded those dreadful words did his gaze befall her once, as from all the grassy atrophy around them beamed the scowl of that hunter. Snarling, baring her fangs straight into his direction as she aptly proclaimed what he just made evident for himself. She knew where he was, and she was dead focused upon his lying self. He'd set his own self up for something more brutal than being spat at by a couple embers; he practically presented himself like a crimson target by lying there like the helpless imbecile he squandered his breath insulting. Though in the time it'd take for him to sprout onto his feet in all that armor, she would have already pounced and sunk their fangs into whatever seam she could embed them into.
He had to face her, take whatever she had in store and hopefully punt it straight back at her. His shallow eyes glared upon her as the fury of the coming battle begun to ripple across him. His wing unfurled it's razor quills over his collapsed form. readied like the feathery shield as he gleamed a violet gleam - a Curse ebbing over his iron hide. And with a final, anxious breath to topple it all off, the skarmory had prepared himself for the worst she could bring.
If only he knew.
// Gosh this took a bit, actually run into comp problems yesterday. But feel free to wail on this idiot.
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Outlaw
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Darkringer
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Post by Tanis on Mar 6, 2018 13:44:55 GMT
For all direct intents and purposes for the Skarmory, Growlithe wasn't fully sure what was happening with his state, with the factor that she couldn't actually see him of course. She could hear him shuffling about, his metallic coating hadn't exactly hidden that fact from her. But she was unaware of the fact that he had been somewhat flailing about and struggling to get back upright. What she did however know, is that he was making a lot of noise, not really moved from the position she sniffed him out in, and didn't attack her with anything. She had no idea that he used something that only afflicted himself, or that he even used it. For all she was concerned, he was still there, and nothing appeared to have changed. Still there, and still out of close range. That was fine by her, as her plan was not to close distance after his re-arrival into the battle. In a manner that vaguely mimicked Tanis, though hardly as prolonged, Growlithe opened her maw a third time, unveiling her sharp teeth that had threatened Tanis' arm and could potentially start making a dent in the Steel bird's sharp defences. Her reason for it was not to bite down however. With lack of sight still an issue, and the ground's otherwise uneven state, her mobility has been restricted to nil. Fortunately, what she had planned for Skarmory didn't involve much in the way of movement at all. The flickers of her Ember pinged in her mouth as it quickly formed as small balls of flames. It took only one to completely cripple a Treecko, how well would multiples fair a Skarmory? He was about to find out as Growlithe wasted no time in letting her Ember fly. Multiple small balls of flames headed straight in the direction of the braced bird in assorted directions that actually seemed to take up the majority of his entire position. Even though Growlithe was fully aware that he was there, she unveiled the precise downside of her lack of sight: She only has a general fix of his location. Is Skarmory flying? Is he crouched down? She doesn't know, all she knows is that he's there. That is why her resulting Ember was focused on a wider area. Good news meant only a few of the flickering flames were heading his way, bad news was that she fired multiple flames and they were all in his general area, should he try and avoid it. It all fell on Skarmory's dexterity and ability to find a hold to dive into to avoid them all. Could he do it? Only after she had finished firing her Ember, did she continue to attempt to wipe the sand away from her eyes again, preferably before the Steel bird could react to her assault. She had let it linger for a little bit in hopes that time would mend her sight. It still afflicted her by a great deal, and being lumbered with it was going to be a lot of trouble with this being her second fight in such a short time frame. Constant wiping of her paws and her tongue revealed that her situation, while improved, was still not perfect. She was able to finally crack her eyes open just a little so she can distinguish vague coloration, which was mostly brown and green, in spite of the fact the stinging in her eyes were continuing to give her grief. Progression is slow in that regard, but it was still better than what she didn't have a little while ago, so it's still progress. What was more important however, was that she could see the Steel-types colorations mixed in with the surrounding colors, making following him just a little more easier, if it was still not a clear picture by any stretch of the imagination. Her smile returned, her teeth slightly bared for intimidation, thinking about her next attack. That lasted all of two seconds... What she heard after that was a burst, almost like a huge wave that was crashing into the sandy beach and the debris that surrounded it being washed away effortlessly. What startled her was not that specific noise in particular, but more to the fact it was getting louder. Her ears drove her to take her focus away from Skarmory, and towards her side, where Tanis had been lay dormant and inactive. All she saw in that direction, was a massive wave of white that was getting startlingly close to her, and it was coming in fast! She couldn't see the Treecko, or any other background colors, just a bright white, almost as bright as the sun itself! Growlithe couldn't avoid a sharp inhale of breath as well as a noise that resembled a startled shock as she took a leap in the direction she was facing, which was towards the Skarmory. The leap took her about three of her regular paces forward, somehow still landing on her paws even with that sudden and frantic leap. She could feel the initial blast zoom straight past her tail, feeling like if it was any longer, it would be singed off. What she hadn't counted on, was the white-hot blast actually following her from her leap. In the next instant, she was slap-bang in the middle of a bright light that engulfed her entire vision as well as making her entire body react as she tried to prevent herself from actually going anywhere. The force created by the attack was tremendous, she was struggling to maintain her grip on the ground. At the source of the attack itself, which turned out to be from Tanis himself, he had struggled with maintain its course and all the power that he had been collecting. So much so, that he had been trying to set it off before Growlithe fired off her Ember at Skarmory. The issue he had, was that he wasn't entirely sure how he could do that. He tried to sharply exhale, and he tried forcing his head forward as if he was trying to tug it out. Neither method worked, and he was left sitting on a Solarbeam charge that was continuing to acquire more power, and grow larger than he could maintain in his mouth. It was as wide as he could open it, and yet it still wanted to grow more! He eventually reached the point where he could maintain it at all any more. Yet the firing of the Solarbeam itself didn't happen until after the green aura that had been surrounding him had dissipated completely, and had instead surrounded itself around his Solarbeam, giving it a sharp spring-bud green coloration. After that, it simply fired on its own. The logic behind it was that Tanis had built up all the solar energy that his body could hold, so the beam could get no stronger or bigger as a result. With his Overgrow field also supplying it with enough stopping power to make even the most resistant of Pokémon quake in fear, the Solarbeam flew towards its destination: Growlithe's current position. Tanis did startle himself a little bit despite bracing himself for its launch, as the attack threatened to throw him backwards despite still launching it from his mouth. Unlike Growlithe however, his paws are a little more attuned to gripping surfaces. While the resistance he had to pull off was great, he maintained his position in spite of the give that he had to commit. The beam itself trajected to its target at an alarming rate, easily 12 inches in diameter at least, and kept its sharp white glow even after having left its original power source. The beam maintained a single and consistent stream from Treecko's mouth, all the way to where Growlithe stood, not once did it break or divert off its course. The solitary jump that Growlithe made only wasted a small amount of the beam's strength, namely the segment that didn't wind up hitting her. Tanis adjusted his head as a response to her leap, which changed the trajectory of the blast as a result. The beam bended and twisted in line with Tanis' movements, and while the lost beam continued on its journey towards trees and not much else, It didn't take too much to envelop Growlithe into it. The beam coated Growlithe's frame completely, allowing only a vague outline of her condition from anyone looking into it, including Tanis himself. The beam ironically didn't give way at all despite hitting its target. The beam continued its journey even after hitting Growlithe, towards the horizon. The initial hit turned into a prolonged effect as not once did the beam relent on its assault, and nor did Tanis' projection of it even stop. This was definitely an attack that he had poured all of his saved energy into, and he was going to make it count! This, of course, did not bode too well for Growlithe. In spite of her resistance to the attack's typing, the attack still tore through her overall condition like a knife through butter. She held up well against the assault initially, her head down with her fur, ears and tail forcibly pushed back as she faced the attack head-on. But each second saw her dwindle a little more, something the Skarmory could tell more than Tanis. She finally broke when the force of the beam forced one of her front legs off the ground, which she had so far managed to keep firmly placed on the ground as she braced herself. The leg lift started a split-second chain that immediately sent her spiralling backwards in the same direction that the Solarbeam was headed in. Which, as ironic luck would have it, was in the rough path of where the Steel bird placed his Stealth Rock trap. The rocks, sadly, were no longer where he had initially placed them, the Solarbeam made easy work of relocating them. But, it was precisely in the direction that Growlithe was going as well. Growlithe's travel backwards ended when she slammed back-first into a tree, which is where the Stealth Rock also ended up. With rocks now digging harshly into her back, and the Solarbeam leaving her effectively spread-eagled against the tree, unable to move or stop it. That was where and how she remained until Tanis was no longer capable of maintaining the beam's trajectory. The first sign of it occurring happened a couple of seconds after she left the ground, a slight decrease in the beam's diameter was the first sign, then the light projecting from its length begun to dim and lose its flavour. Tanis kept it maintained until it had lost precisely half of its original width. After which, he had no more power left to keep it going. Much to Growlithe's delight, Tanis ended it, leaving him out of breath and forced to take sharp and audible inhales. It took a few seconds for the green aura to reappear and begin surrounding him again, even then, it took a bit of time for it to return to its sharp glow that it had before he fired the beam. The only remnant that existed now that made it obvious that something big happened, was the concave trail from Tanis' position, to where Growlithe was originally, that once held roots and various leaves, which no was a smouldering steam of upturned earth. The other effect of the beam's existence, was of course the one who was on the wrong end of the attack. She was so focused on going after Skarmory, that she hadn't considered the fact that the dumb grass type still had a spark left in him. With the Solarbeam no longer maintaining her body up against the tree, gravity took over and she plummeted the few feet onto the ground, not preventing her fall in any way as she landed on her chin with a thud. The combination of the Solarbeam and the previously forgotten Stealth Rocks that initially changed nothing, had now left her in quite a vulnerable position. The sole good news that she had, was that her sight had more or less returned, though her vision was still clouded with white light as a lingering effect of the Solarbeam. That was not an experienced she had ever faced before... And not one that she wanted to repeat any time soon. With a rock still lodged into her back, Growlithe slowly and tentatively plucked herself from her lay position. Her body felt incredibly heavy and argued against her performing the act the entire journey to her getting upright once more. The distance she had from both Tanis and the Skarmory was much greater now than it was before. Yet while she managed to get herself back up, it still remained to be seen whether or not she could actually still move, or even continue the battle. The hunter has suddenly become the hunted! Tanis, meanwhile, was struggling in himself to also maintain staying conscious enough to continue the fight. That Solarbeam, while mostly drawn from the sunlight around him, still took its toll on the small grass type! That was also not forgetting the Burn that has been spreading. It had completely covered his arm with its discoloration, and it was now covering his chest on his left side. It was mostly brown, but it was no doubt a claim that the Burn was getting quite severe and was chewing whatever he had left into little pieces. In fact, the only one who would likely get out of this in reasonable shape, is the one who was most afraid about getting involved with all of the battling in the first place. Quite ironic really, and proof that discretion is indeed the better part of valour. Perhaps Tanis should learn that one day... For all intents and purposes though, Growlithe still had a bit left, and so did Tanis, so this was not over yet! +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ As tempting as it wasn't, I don't want to punish Oscar into a situation that you maybe couldn't get him out of, that and I don't want to say that 'it hit', when it's not my character. Either way, I think he's the one to finish up this Growlithe battle, not Tanis. The stage is yours! :3
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White Dawn
PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Birb / ALegionofKaw
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Post by Oscar on Mar 14, 2018 1:22:05 GMT
The first missed, and by missed it was hairs away from scorching the single plume upon his head as the scorching heat of whom had set the damp foliage next to him ablaze with billows of eye searing and strangling smoke. His eye shot themselves wide, flourishing with anxiety as a watery film steadily emerged over their amber surface. He could hardly spot a thing, as even their gleaming pelt was borderline invisible through the thicket of smoke and the smoldering flames beginning to come on the rise. And well, he didn't exactly count on him being as dexterous as that nimble one. He may have wings, but he's also got a whole set of armor splinted onto every quill beneath it. Of course that wasn't paying any mind to the clear, sudden weight that had ebbed over his plumes and made itself ever-so-known in a violet, coursing gleam. It was a parlor trick, and without putting too much thought into the logistics behind his boon – it his way of readying himself for whatever new plight his battles were going to thrust upon him. Breathe in, carry that breath out, set his mind on what he needed to do, and he'll be given the boon he needed with measly price of bearing the ethereal weight it seemed to always shoulder on him. Not that he cared, especially in the thick of battle. If adrenaline was already pumping through his tendons, then what was a teeny bit of slowness atop of that? He had worn armor for as long as he's known, treated his plates as if they were no less than his very skin, and funnily enough the last thing he needed then and there was more things to keep his sluggishness pinned down.
He treated it like a blessing, but it was a bit unreliable. Truth be told half of the time he actually used it was because he let his mouth run off for a second too long. But true enough to it's name, it was a curse alright. And it had shackled him to the earth, refusing to let his kicking legs spring himself off the earth as he doomed himself to being as scorched as that leafy sod. He did what every instinct in his hollow bones had told him to do; to use everything in his wits to bolster himself for whatever fiery storm was the horizon. And so pitifully strung on the floor, practically awaiting to be pounced and gnashed into a thousand twisted pieces by blazing fangs. She didn't get into range of him, she probably wasn't stupid enough to even try to swat at someone made of iron who had already put himself on the defense with wing shielding the hop and skip's distance between them. She was clever, she was a huntress. And rather than to chomp her molars into the tasty steel bait, she did the smart thing and burned that immobilized lout into oblivion. Or at her very least, had tried to melt him into a bubbling pit of hot iron.
Perhaps he was just too massive as not to be missed, or that she'd finally gathered her bearings in the breadth between those two tufts of fire. Whatever, it probably wasn't going to matter too much because two of them were likely enough to put him under. He had the defenses for cuts, blows, and bludgeoning but unless his iron was somehow made of something magical then it really wasn't going to put up much defense against someone who was more or less a walking kiln. Despite this, he was given ample time to watch it start coming, and even more so to bound out of the way hadn't he decided to slow himself to a wretched crawl. For the most part she had been blinded, flailing her maw about as it spewed constant sparks and stoked the flames around him with it's arid breath. It was terrifying, it constricted him with uncertainty then sent shivers more cold than that fire was blistering. She wasn't even aiming for him, she was blindly firing off shots that were only a coin flip away from landing either on him or befouling this forest even more so. But he wasn't in the clear – he couldn't be less. And as misfortune would have it, when she had unleashed the second flame in her volley – it so happened to be the only that buffeted him head on.
Seeing that orange, searing light barrel towards him his wings instinctively shot before him in a crude means to shelter himself from the oncoming blast. As if throwing an equally as flammable object in-front an already flammable one was going to accomplish anything, all it would do was scorch his wings and truthfully he needed that more than the whatever he was protecting underneath it. Oddly enough, even after chastising him twice already, he had somehow found a way to wind up into nearly the same position that fool was but moments ago – sprawled out flat before a beast that was primed to sear, rip and tear right through his armor. So quite quickly it had become less of a question of if she was able to – she was a fire type for heaven's sake – it was more a question of how long it was going to take for her to burn straight through and into him. And it would hardly be for a second longer did he get his answer to that.
It lit up in a bright red that was sweltering to the eyes as it was to the plumes and skin below it. The steel, brassy hue and polished gleam of it was immediately charred over. Watching as it became ever-so-worse before his eyes, shifting from a straight black to igniting into to a crimson brighter than quills. Every function, every tendon that was responsible for wedging his wing between was either screaming in a cog native anguish or immediately numbed into a blistering nothing by the storm of constant embers flashing over his wing and barely managing to spark onto the skarmory below it. He wasted to rip those plates off of him this very second, they red hot and borderline painful to even bear. But he stood no chance to drop it, he wasn't about to discard his gear nor was he sure he could rip those plates off of his skin without making a mess out of himself. Though if there was any solace to be found in his circumstance – which there was barely enough for him to mention – then at-least he wasn't melting. Soon maybe, but if he were going to take anymore then goodness there wasn't going to be anything left of that wing to endure it.
But thankfully the hunter's blindness had saved him twice over. Despite what escaped him, having let out a shallow whale that instantly broke into a disheartened shriek as embers continuously danced over his enduring wings, his breathless and shrill wasn't quite enough to keep her senses steadied onto him. She must have realized that too, as she halted long enough for her to swipe a majority of that forest gunk off her eyes. Which whilst that certainly was going to aide her in burning him to a metallic crisp, the fact of the matter was that he was too busy reeling atop of his weighted movements meant that she had all the time to recover until he decidedly well, recovered himself. And that in particular didn't last long, he hardly had the chance to see it himself he was too busy staring into his own blinding mess than looking at whatever had become of her. But he did see some of it, how couldn't have he? It was bright, a few shades of green away from being purely white, but anything that happened in it's path was entirely engulfed by that stream of cosmic glory. It hit her alright, it had been aiming for her. He could see her pounce his way towards him, narrowly avoiding that blast as horror flashed over his amber eyes. And hardly an instance later, did that light bound towards wherever he scrambled to. She dodged it – not for long of course, and was then lifted off their feet and taken into that radiance. And oh dear did she ever soar, flying over his head to wherever that beam was sending her as he eventually heard only the dull thud of her bashing into what towering wooden, pole was awaiting her.
He'd happen a guess that he couldn't take a second volley, maybe the direct impact of one of those tiny spouts but certainly not the full barrage after she finally had herself the stroke of common sense to wipe all that dirt from her eyes. He was in the clear, and far he was willing to concern himself, she was out of this clearing for now. Probably wedged into a tree branch or something equally as brutal. In other words, nothing he really wanted a part of after he's very much put himself into the same cloth as those amorphous ruffians all sulking around and rubbing their nonsense over everything. But the problem he had now, was the same he had earlier or the dozen so times he winded up in this same exact situation: getting up. Though that basically surmounted to him needing a moment or two to cool his metal off unless he wanted to crutch himself upright only for it to warp and for him to fall straight onto it.
No, forget that. He was just going to stay here for a moment. If only it were raining really, he'd probably have something to cool himself then, but granted even it were he probably wouldn't be able to tell. As the canopy over his head dulled everything to same shades of sky-lit grays and skewed the sun into a whole technicolor mess of leafy hues.
But in the meantime, he still had that Treecko to occupy the moment with. Assuming they hadn't done the right thing by now and scampered off like he would've done had he not feel ever-slightly terrible for the fellow. Flat upon his aching back, his wings sprawled before his quivering eyes as anguish freshly pulsed through it's inner make and avian workings, the Skarmory breathed a sigh that quaked just as much as he did. “Are you still there?” He pouted, his rasping chords calling out into the wilderness. “Because if you are, which you shouldn't be, then I hope I don't have to advise you to get off your arse and start running to whatever tree or pit you came form.”
“And if you don't want to listen- ” The skarmory bellowed. “- then I'm going to have to make sure you'll be leaving this place with me.”
// Snowstorms, and a following block isn't a good combo. Had to catch up on other stuff before I did this. Have loud bird.
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PLAYED BY Darkringer
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Post by Tanis on Mar 17, 2018 21:19:29 GMT
With all that had happened, and all of the action that had transpired as a result of the three Pokémon that were involved in the one-sided tussle that it started out as, All three Pokémon were completely gassed, for lack of a better term. The Burn that continued to afflict Tanis drained a great amount of what he had left, not to mention that the attack he recently used put an equally huge dent into whatever energy he had remaining. He was upright, but he was panting, sweating and barely staying up with shaky legs. Nearest to him was the Skarmory. Whom despite being arguably the worst injured, having only taken an Ember from Growlithe, he was most certainly not taking it well at all. Growlithe had, quite literally, just fired multiple quantities of Embers at the Skarmory in hopes that a few of them would hit him. He was unfortunately too slow in unleashing his attack to stop it from flying towards the Steel type. Even so, he did figure that the shots were relatively wide-spread, surely avoiding them wasn't going to be too much of a hassle. It boiled down to agility at the end of it all, and to put it as mildly as possible, he saw no actual attempt of avoiding the attack whatsoever. All he did was bring his wing forward, so that became the target as opposed to whatever was in its path originally. There was likely a reason for it, Tanis didn't know, but what he did know was what he saw, which was the wing getting struck and immediately catching alight like a firework display. That appeared to be enough to bring down the Skarmory, although far from completely defeated, the seemingly loud and confident bird had been brought down almost instantly. Not exactly as durable as he first appeared. The last Pokémon was Growlithe, whom in spite of dealing some significant damage to the other two, has also taken some serious damage in her stead. She too was struggling to stay on her feet, as well as panting for vast quantities of breath to refill her lungs. She was struggling to come to terms with the fact that she was being bested by a bird, and a Grass type. What was originally a routine attack for someone who she felt was defiling the forest, had transformed into her being so close to defeat, and outnumbered to boot. She was confident that without the bird's intervention, her victory was all but assured. Now however, she wasn't even sure if she could do anything at all... Tentatively, she took a single pace forward, a simple motion of her front right paw lifting off the ground, and tenuously place back down on the ground a few inches away from where it was originally. That single act alone was more than enough for her pain to wrack throughout her entire body to an easy state of immobility. It wasn't just her leg itself that was doing the base of the hurting, various parts of her body reacted as a result of taking that single step: She had to reposition her stance and her body position to take the step, she bought her head down to watch her paw touch the ground, to see what would happen. Her paw did indeed touch the ground, and with little difficulty. What caused the wrack of her pain, was her entire body protesting against the movement she had just performed, it had threatened to shut down completely and leave Growlithe to her fate should she try it again. Now what was she going to do? Tanis was in much similar distress caused massively by his own injuries and having spent so much of his time and energy on the battle itself. While he did wonder why the Skarmory seemed to be struggling to get back on his feet by now, he didn't bother arguing it, there was a more pressing concern than worrying about what the armor-wearing bird was doing. The only difference that stood between Growlithe's situation and Tanis' situation, was Tanis' Overgrow. Unlike Growlithe, who was relying on her own innate strength and abilities to try and keep going, Tanis was empowered and granted additional strength beyond his usual capabilities through something that some could consider cheating, but no less helpful. It is the sole reason that he is capable of remaining upright and actually begun taking strides towards the Skarmory, but ultimately to Growlithe herself. His vision remained glued to the dog, eyes as determined as when the fight started, but had dwindled significantly as he could feel his sight failing on him and his fatigue becoming an issue. The green aura that signified his cheating ability glowed as strong as when it first triggers, and spun around him in a manner that almost seemed like it had a mind of its own, and it knew it was the difference maker in that last attack. Which it was, as any Pokémon enthusiast could attest to. Solarbeam or not, Tanis was determined to finish the job that she had begun. She was the one who initiated on him after all, and the fact that she was seriously struggling to even do too much, let alone stop him, it was the perfect opportunity to land the coup de grace. He didn't think too much about Skarmory as he passed him. He knew the Pokémon was fine, albeit hurt... As was himself. But there was still a common enemy that he had to take care of before he could consider doing anything that involved the Skarmory himself. While Tanis didn't specifically give him a wide-berth, he did nothing to him as he passed by. The entire journey, his labored breathing mixed in with a massive wave of continuous pain with every step he took did seem to kind of mimic what Growlithe was going through. Every sharp inhale of breath passed through gritted teeth that tried its best to mask any sort of pain or verbal cue that he was suffering through it. It was kind of working, though no doubt the Skarmory could hear it... ... When he wasn't bellowing at the top of his lungs! Tanis had no idea what was even going on, or what the Skarmory was even doing yelling out like that. It did certainly force him to stop moving and look back at his direction, now about ten feet away from the bird, and standing between him and Growlithe. He was down, but most certainly not out, and whatever was the justification for the sudden outburst, he was making it, and it was loud and proud. Tanis stood there listening to the spectacle somewhat mesmerized, but also confused. He wasn't entirely sure who or what the bird was actually referring to in the first place, let alone he was yelling the whole spectacle on his back, his wing now a smoldering mess of what was once pristine and blemish-free. The whole thing felt quite long-winded, and Tanis did wonder if he even knew what was coming out of his beak half the time, because it didn't really seem to make too much sense, not to him anyway. Perhaps it was just frustration, or perhaps a form of intimidation, that he didn't quite understand. Tanis was in the mindset that strength is the best form of intimidation, not so much the use of mere words, loud or otherwise. Yet the effect, whether intended or not, seemed to have an adverse effect, as he heard only two words from a secondary source after the full display of his war of words came to a close. " I surrender..." Returned a quaking voice that had once been filled with confidence and bravado, now lay the Growlithe, hunched on her stomach with her paws clenched as tightly within her body as she could. Her ears dropped down into her face and her tail mimicked the rest of her body as it lay on the ground. She had submitted to the intimidation that the Skarmory portrayed before Tanis was able to reach her and end the battle. In all honesty, Tanis couldn't really believe it as she saw the slightly trembling pooch lay there with those 'puppy eyes' trained directly at the pair. If she were capable of actually running, she would've done as opposed to stooping so low as being submissive about it. However, the fact was that she couldn't move of her own accord without bringing great pain, especially to her back where the rock remained imprinted into her skin. If that was the way that she could avoid having to incur the wrath of either of them any more than necessary, she would indeed stoop that low. She could see from the pair of them that she had dealt some good damage, all she had to do was look at the state of them both to figure that out. This did leave Tanis at a bit of a predicament as he was, technically speaking, the only Pokémon among the group of three that was actually still standing, and was still willing to keep standing. He wasn't intimidated by mere words, not words that he didn't quite understand if they were even directed to him or not that is. Growlithe certainly seemed to think it was meant for her to get that sort of reaction, so he figured at least. This had left Tanis in a bit of a peculiar situation, a situation that he doesn't typically find himself in. This is in large part because he doesn't typically try to stall the battle enough to get the other to surrender, nor was he really that much of a wordsmith, as Skarmory clearly stood out to be himself. So now he's left with a wordy bird who will say anything and everything under the sun, on his back spouting dribble, and a Growlithe that took it to face value, and has now lost all will of wanting to continue the battle in any way whatsoever. Well, that was just fantastic! Tanis spent quite a bit of time staring at Growlithe, somehow thinking that perhaps He could will her back into the battle and not be labelled any more of an Outlaw than he already is by attacking someone who had cried uncle. But what the heck could he even say to her in order to get that intended result? 'Don't surrender, let me beat you up some more!' didn't exactly have the ring that Skarmory twisted around in his tongue just moments ago, that and while it was what he wanted, he didn't think he'd get very far with saying that outloud and having its intended effect. He'd be much better served just going for it and ignoring whatever implication that would come from it. Tanis slowly turned to face the Skarmory, he wanted to do it sharply, but his body wouldn't allow anything less than a small turn. What Tanis had failed to realize though, is that if he had delivered the final attack on the Growlithe, there would likely be huge ramifications that would come with it. Whether the Skarmory actually realized it or not was still up to question. Nevertheless, Tanis was not happy about this result, and it showed in his face in all of about two flat seconds. In that next instant, his eye lit up and stretched wide as his face became one no longer filled with anger or resentment, but one of question and surprise. He flinched very briefly, as if someone has literally punched him in the stomach, and he was frozen in that position. The difference was that no-one had actually hit him at all: Growlithe certainly never did at least. All of a sudden, all of the pain, and all of the various emotions that had been overwhelming his thoughts, felt so... Insignificant and unimportant. The flashy and awe inspiring green aura that had been the signal for his newfound strength and his impressive light display, begun fading at a rapid pace that was easily four times as fast as its appearance. At the point that the aura had completely dispersed, Tanis dropped to his knees instantly, as if suddenly all the energy that he once had, just suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and returned him back to working under his own power and strength, which was to say, he had none. He became so flaked out, that he wasn't even able to control his descent to the ground. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his eyes slammed shut, and his body merely followed the path that gravity took him. This ended with him face-planting directly into the roots and dead leaves that matted the forest's floor, not even stopping himself with his arms, which ended him up in a strange, but obvious position. Lay on the ground, a little to his left side thanks to his right up somehow propping himself up, his badly burned and injured left arm became pinned between the floor and his own chest and stomach. His legs remained frigidly straight despite having bent them by the knees initially, his tails however became limp and flopped to the ground on the gap between his legs where his legs were split apart slightly. This act had, in essence, caused two things: The lingering burn that had been plaguing him ever since he got struck by that Ember had finally worn out and granted some much needed relief, and hopefully begin the healing process for his arm and left-side of his chest. The second thing, was that he was not conscious to realize it himself. The Burn, having fully completed what it intended to do to its victim, evaporated and immediately cools off at the expense of Tanis' own self-preservation. Tanis is down, and out for the count! Growlithe bore full witness to the entire scene, but she still didn't feel the want or need to actually get up from her position and veto her decision to surrender. Her handiwork against the Grass type proved dividends and took him out of what was a gruelling battle, that left just the floored Skarmory. That said, it was the Skarmory that got her to submit in the first place, not Tanis. She still believed that the Skarmory was perfectly capable of ending this in a victory regardless. She continued to take the easy way out as opposed to being reinvigorated by her slayed prey and continuing the onslaught. Besides, it's actually surprisingly comfortable like this.. Not too much pain involved at all... +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ Did struggle with this one, but I did decide that it was time to turn things up just a tad and force Tanis to enter a difficult situation. That and end the battle, as I suspect you thought it was. Did something creative with that, I hope you were okay with it.
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