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10-25-2013, 11:11 PM
The idiot forgot to move, you laugh as you crash heavily into him. To be honest, you weren't expecting to hit him so hard. You're thrown a little off balance and your knees miss as he slides to his left. You're thankful for the solid ground of the stadium though, and the good purchase it offers, as you're able to land solidly back on the ground. On top of you, the pikachu wobbles about and you're left wondering why the plush doesn't lend some electricity to the fight. At first you didn't really like all this strange hallucinating but you could get use to it. Even if your fight against bone-nose was an utter failure, it's never bad to get some practice in.
While you're gathering your balance, Gary is busy getting molested by the Chespin. Now that you have half a moment to take a good look, you're left wondering if he actually is Gary. He's wearing some strange spandex and the sickeningly white glow of his eyes is certainly nothing you've seen on Pokemon before. Oh well. The damn fool is falling to the ground and you're not going to waste any moments pondering his stylistic choices. Once you get a solid grip on the earth, you lift your forehand up and thrust your massive hooves downwards. You try to aim them towards his left ribcage. The sound of breaking bones would be music to your hat-covered ears. If it's the last thing you do, you're going to make pretty boy bleed. While you're in the process of trying to batter pretty boy senseless, the Froakie has finally managed to catch you. You barely catch sight of the bubbles before they contact your skin. Huh? He's going to wet me to dea- HOLY FUCK! An immediate and undeniable sensation of pain shoots up your leg. Immediately, you abandon your quest to pummel pretty boy while hoping you managed to get a couple good hits in. Instead, you focus your attention on the frog. Your left hind limb throbs uselessly but that doesn't mean your right one is broken. You kick roughly towards the thing and hope that a solid kick, or at least a good imitation of one, will force the trainer to withdraw the creature back into its spherical home. A brutish snort escapes your lips at about the same time- an auditory reminder that you're pissed. While you've been trying to assault a defenseless frog, Gary has been yelling at his assailant. As you manage to focus your attention again, the sensation of pain still lingering in your right hind, he's jumping towards you. How cute, you think to yourself, commenting on the fact that he likes you so much that he's copying you. Gods you hate him. Bunching your muscles in preparation, you let him reach towards your flank. A few teeth marks are a small price to pay for what you're about to try. His teeth contact your skin and you grit in determination as you throw your massive body to the left. Above you, the pikachu wobbles again in protest of the jostling. With any luck, your shoulder will meet Gary's flank or hip. Once pretty boy releases his grip on you, you really start to feel the pain you hadn't noticed at first. It's not bad, a minor distraction, but more prominent now that the lingering pain from the bubble attack has faded. There's no time to worry about it, however. You need to deal with pretty boy's flying hooves. His smaller frame manages to turn and kick before you can even get yourself rotated all the way. Your side is left as an open target and Gary's hooves hit solid. Beneath your skin, capillaries rupture and blood leaks out. You're bruising. A grunt of frustration (and anger that you let pretty boy hit you) escapes your lips and you manage to force your big body into motion. You're going to get him if it's the last thing you do. Chasing after the brutish stallion, you endeavor to close the distance between yourself and his bodacious, spandex-covered ass. If there's one thing you've learned in your years of fighting, it's that the closer you are to the hooves before they're bucking the less damage they can do. It makes sense, after all. The more time your muscles have to convert their pent up energy into motion, the harder you can slam into your target. Attempting to come up directly behind the stallion before he has time to kick again, you lower your head and seek to scrape your horns across his skin towards his head. If you can herd him to the dark corner with the flickering light maybe you can use the darkness to your advantage. WC- 796 Post- 2/3 @[Arlo]  |
