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Post by NolChannel on Mar 5, 2017 19:00:17 GMT -5
"Wow! Ladies and gentleman, what a stunning upset - Rank 8, 'Tyrant' Ryouga, has fallen to Rank 21, 'Songstress' Gloria! The official decision, by total knockout, comes to four-to-one!"
"Aha! Gracie, we did it!"
"No way..."
The crowd erupted, the cheering echoing throughout the halls of The Colosseum, its dull echoes even reaching to the concession stands several layers below. On the big screen, as well as just about every bar in the battle district, there would be a shot of the trainer, in her mid-twenties, jumping into the near-cotton arms of her Mega Altaria, the battle's statistics on the top and each side of the screen - 'Tyrant's' four heavy hitters all greyed out on the left. with Gloria's Electrivire the only one showing the same treatment on the other end. Truly, this was a celebratory moment for them - who knew just how much this would pull them up in Orre's league?
"Wow! She'll surely have stories to tell later on this evening: truly, this was an effort worthy of our main event. Unfortunately, these two trainers will have to take a bow, for our main attraction: Rank 4, 'Tsunami', is on a hot-streak! With one more win, he'll have the right to take on the Champion's crown. However!" With a grin, the announcer poured emotion into his words: "But his opponent is one who has already broken his tide twice prior! He's been called the phantom champion, he's been called a demon, and he's been called a prodigy: Rank 2, 'The King'!"
And with the end of the announcer's speech, the screen displayed both names:
RANK 2  MARK HOUGU - THE KING VS RANK 4  LEONARD WASNER - THE TSUNAMI
There was no shortness of flare when it came to the top three trainers in this league: though they fought between each-other, the Champion and the top 2 rankers were considered regularly interchangeable, the most-recent loser of the three having the unfortunate duty of putting their rank at risk. None would fight anyone below '5', and with their current hold on the ranks, it was difficult to challenge their wishes.
"As requested by our challenger, the field will be standard. 'The King' has elected West..."
With the flare of the announcement gone, the crowd noise took over, general information about the fight beginning to be listed on the screen, something that only the most skilled of statisticians would try and break out and analyze. This would definitely be a battle to remember!
Saturday
March 8, 4:32 PM. Fair weather.
4:45 PM - Scheduled Start of main event
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Post by NolChannel on Mar 5, 2017 23:25:15 GMT -5
With all the excitement of the previous bout, there wasn't too much time left before the scheduled start. The crowd would not have long to wait, and in short order, both trainers stood center stage. As per regulation and custom, the rules of the bout were explained to them by the official, his position known by a bright-red shirt. In similar fashion, a Gardevoir stood next to him, her own position denoted by a red band around her upper arm. Both trainers and the officials stood on their battle platform for the day: a simple, square concrete platform, well-trimmed grass surrounding the edges.
"... The battle is four versus four. Held items are disallowed, except for those on the approved list-" Megastones, Z-Crystals, and Synergy Stones "-and of course, no outside items, other than the passive function of your BSi. Each side is allowed two substitutions per battle, and battles will proceed until a Pokemon is unable, unwilling, or unfit to battle. The Gardevoir and myself have the final decision regarding these decisions."
Of course, these words echoed through the Colosseum on largely deaf ears, for an audience who has heard it multiple times today, and for two competitors who had to pass a written exam to even be allowed to compete! With the instruction complete, Leonard immediately returned to his position on the East. To that, Mark crossed his arms, a moment later returning to his position. This was rare: no bow, no handshake... just a tense stare between the two.
"And its Mark, straight out of the gate!"
"Tch!"
Barely two minutes into the fight, both sides had immediately drawn out their mega Pokemon: Mark's Mega Blastoise, against Leonard's Mega Gyarados... but there was simply no mercy given by the king! "Shell! Aura Sphere!" The instruction was barely necessary, the glowing energy already in the turtle's cannon! It bore straight through, striking cleanly on the side of the Gyarados, throwing it right from the ring!
"Damn it..." He wasn't going to simply let that go: throwing a second ball, and giving a snap, the red aura gave way... and turned to a golden glow, barely taking the shape of an Alolan Golem before it erupted out in an electrical light, right in front of the Blastoise! The turtle was thrown outward, bouncing once off the perimeter of the ring before collapsing!
"Oh, an explosion!" The announcer called over the deafening blast. "Not wanting to lose further ground to the mega, he-"
"Coward!"
"Eh?"
Mark's strong voice cut over the announcer, a sharp tone striking his opponent. Leonard, however, just gave a chuckle. "What's that, sour grapes, 'King'? How would you-"
"You gave no signal or order! The instruction you gave your Pokemon is naught but a trick to try and steal the seat of the elite!"
Okay, that stung. Leonard clenched his teeth, selecting his ball. In the event of a double knock-out, both players selected their Pokemon beforehand, so none would have a blind advantage against each-other! "Lucca!"
"Tidal!"
Respectively, a Lucario and a Greninja took form. And without as much as a moment of delay, a white light surrounded the fighting type, Mark's keystone glowing bright red. "Behold! The true power of the throne!" He played to his role... but to those unfamiliar with Mark, the next moment would be a bit of a surprise:
Right on the tail end of the Blastoise's performance, Lucca took her form as a Mega, a grin on her fangs as she stared forth!
"C'mon... is all you can do dodge?"
Several minutes later, the battle proceeded remarkably slowly. Lucca's sadistic grin graced her face as the form took hold, but this Greninja was flighty: he jumped precisely, and let out shields of both 'Protect' and 'Mat Block', but Lucca was growing increasingly more accurate by the moment, grazes and harsh hits landing intermittently. And finally, an opportunity presented itself, the Greninja tripping off-balance:
"I gotcha!"
"Below!"
"Huh?!"
What did he mean, below? There was no aura there at all! The Lucario stepped forward... then felt her foot slip down, through a tense crack built up, a tile damaged from the golem before! Tearing forth with her own momentum, she pulled herself right up-
- And a whistle from the Gardevoir halted the action!
"Hold!"
"Tch... such unnecessary-"
She was cut off, as the Gardevoir stepped forward, and, immediately giving one look at Lucca's leg, raised and crossed her arms. "Lucca is unfit for battle! The winner... Tidal!"
"What's that... you some paid-off - gah!"
Okay, now she felt it! She stared down: the odds were perhaps one in a thousand, but that little slip managed to break her lower leg! Immediately falling to her back side, Mark returned the Pokemon - to reduce further damage - and Leonard gave a grin:
"And Tidal!"
"Hmph!"
It didn't matter how: winning that fight, the Greninja balanced himself on all fours. Water whipping around him briefly, he changed forms, now taking the stance of 'Battle Bond'... and Leonard? Well, he was simply grinning!
Heh... I'll take it! His last two Pokemon are an Aggron and a Gengar. Tidal's even had time to rest off most of his damage... I have this!
"C'mon, King! Let's see big, tall, and ugly!"
"... Hmph. Kid. Let me ask you."
"K-kid? C'mon, is that-"
"Is that how you speak to a King?!"
"... Look who believes his own hype too much. C'mon, I have one reserve against your-"
"Hit!" Throwing one ball into the air, Mark's third Pokemon took shape. It wasn't either of Leonard's expectations. No, standing there was a Hitmonchan, cracking his neck as he stretched.
"Hey, I know you're a bit upset, but... yo, ref, Mark here's never used that one. I highly doubt that he registered-"
"Um, no, that was his choice when he registered his team. Two months ago..."
"... Heh. Well, Tidal, it won't be any harder than the Lucario..."
"Hmph."
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Post by 0bserver on Mar 6, 2017 21:41:13 GMT -5
Dia had never expected herself to visit the Colosseum.
She was never a fan of the place, or the barbaric contests that took place there. These fights were remainders of the olden days, when humans exploited pokemon and used them as slaves and soldiers. The gardevoir used to oppose these contests, without much success - the people of Orre, both human and pokemon, were too eager to fight. Now, things were different. Dia simply stopped caring about the whole thing, much. So when she received an invitation from some of Nikolai Sienn's former students, to meet up and watch the Finals, the gardevoir graciously accepted. It was a good way to spend the time, a welcomed distraction from all the work she's been doing. All the failures.
She found herself sitting in one of the front rows, getting a perfect view of the action. Train beasts mauling one another. It was ... dull. The fighting was dull, the grunts and screams of pain no longer solicited any emotion in her. No mercy, or pity. Dia sighed, and leaned back in her chair. Entertaining herself with the thought of what strategy there was to these confrontations... And musing over how high-strung and egotastic these so-called "champions" were.
The gardevoir did not come here alone. Next to her, sat a tall and imposing bisharp. Blade, his name. Not the most imaginative one, true. He was quiet, and unmoving, as if a statue. But the eyes were moving a lot. They watched the fight, excitedly, and throwing brief, but frequent gazes towards Dia. He obviously enjoyed the show, and enjoyed being close to his caregiver. Dia knew that, which was one of the reasons she let him follow her around. The other reason was for self-protection. That kidnapping attempt she suffered through a decade ago was still fresh in the gardevoir's memory. And she would not let herself be caught off-guard again.
It seems that the contestant is winning over the vice-champion...
Dia noted idly to herself, upon witnessing the Lucario breaking her foot. Poor thing. So careless. She would've gasped and watched in shock as the doctors took the injured pokemon away on a stretcher. Now, she simply watched them go. Covering her mouth and widening her eyes to imitate shock. A habit she was learning, to imitate emotion based on conscious decisions on whether or not the show was appropriate. However, the show promised to become much more exciting...
The King unleashed another pokemon to the field. A Hitmonchan. Not a very remarkable pokemon, all things considered, except for... one thing.
The Bisharp suddenly became animated, rising up a bit from his chair. His eyes seemed angry and he exhaled audibly. Dia placed her hand over his and pulled him back into chair. Blade looked agitated, and it took the gardevoir an extra effort in psychic control to calm him down. His metal fingers closed over hers, enough to cause pain, her fingers cracking. Dia did not pull away, experiencing the pain that jolted through her arm. She only nodded, and said, quietly, eyeing that Hitmonchan.
"I know, Blade. I can sense it too. That one is not an average pokemon..."
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Post by NolChannel on Mar 6, 2017 23:24:53 GMT -5
"Well, if you're both ready... resume the round!"
"Bullet punch!"
"Water Shuriken!"
The starting orders came the moment the referee called for the round to start, the Hitmonchan's gloves glowing white as the empowered Greninja threw its blade forth. But rather than sidestep, the Hitmonchan plowed forward with a low stance, its steel fist upending the watery construct from below, shattering it onto the battlefield. If Hit had one thing going for him, he was fast, closing the distance between him and Tidal in a mere instant! The frog felt that powerful punch right in its core, wincing before he built some distance!
"Oho! Hit has taken to Greninja's poor typing... and he takes chase! He's not giving Tidal any room to get away!"
That was certain! Even if the Hitmonchan wasn't landing any clean blows, his low stance and skilled feet kept him right up against the frog. Short uppers countered water streams, and careful shoulder-charges made it difficult for his opponent, at this range, to get any leeway. Leonard quickly saw himself cornered...
... But with the grin on his face, one wouldn't think that! "Tidal, jump!"
"Ha!"
Hitmonchan's next jab caught air, his neck craning up as the frog gave an impressive leap into the air! He prepared another water shuriken, the frog keenly eying his opponent. That's it... a Sky Uppercut is countered by a downward Hydro Pump, and if he lets it go, the shuriken will blow him right off the platform. There's no ranged option available for that Pokemon. Then, Gengar or Aggron, I'll have a lead!
He had the right to be confident.
But in front of The King, it was a foolish right to exude. With arms crossed, the trainer called out one simple command:
"Shadow Half!"
With a dark pulse from his core, the Hitmonchan obeyed: its eyes pulsed a brief, dark purple, spreading his arms out to a 'no-guard' stance. "Graaaaaugh!" Around him, a dark sphere of energy pulsed out in a sphere, and as it overtook the Greninja, the water-shuriken wavered as he landed hard on the ground, off-balance.
And with red static still skipping off his body, the Hitmonchan charged forth: a clean right hook connecting with the Greninja's temple. Leonard looked aghast, as his prized Pokemon was left skidding on the concrete, left to a dead halt, the judge Gardevoir soon teleporting to his side.
She called it, arms crossed over her head, the Greninja's square greyed out on the screen. And the announcer stammered. "I... I don't..."
"Referee. Member change." Against the confused crowd, one of the two solid circles under Mark's name faded out, Hit walking towards Mark, taking a knee in front of him. This 'champion' gave a calm hand on his shoulder, and a nod, before returning him to the ball. Moments later, Mark's more familiar Aggron took center stage.
"Y... you, of all people..." Leonard stammered. "Cut the crap! Some alley Pokemon you picked up two months ago? You used that to challenge my ace? For someone who speaks about honor-"
"You are not worthy of the king's honor." Mark's voice was cross. "If you have something to say, then say it through your next Pokemon!"
"Oh, I'll say it, alright..." The Tsunami's teeth gritted, as he lobbed his last ball into the ring. There, stood a Gallade, though he took no stance. The look in his eyes, looked much like that of his trainer: filled with rage, a dark aura permeating around it. Like Hit, this Gallade was a shadow.
"... So you've let your heart sink that low, have you?"
"Eheh." The Aggron chuckled. "'Dis one's gonna en' up lookin' funny if he just gives me dat' look."
"Galahad, focus." Mark's stoic gaze looked forth, as Leonard gave a chuckle, a grin growing on the side of his lips.
"Well then, Mark... how about I do the same thing to you?"
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Post by NolChannel on Mar 7, 2017 20:23:11 GMT -5
"Um... oho!" The announcer finally came to grips with himself! "Though Hit wore himself out, The King has managed to leave himself left with two Pokemon... but of all things, a Gallade! We've seen turnarounds like this all the time here: could this be the end of the King's reign?!"
The crowd roared, the official stepping off to the side of the ring. Mark's gaze remained stoic, but at this point, Leonard's malicious smirk was already causing a murmur in the crowd.
"... Begin!"
"Haha! Gale, give him a force palm!"
"Full freedom!"
"Now that's wha' I like to hear!" The Aggron grinned, slamming his palms together as the knightly psychic made his fierce dash forward: like the Hitmonchan, he seemed quite adept at closing distances, already making his way towards the Aggron's plated front. The palm would slam, right against the Aggron's gut, a forceful move that let out a resounding...
...
Wait, where was the echo? Where was the clattering metal? The psychic stood, a mere foot in front of the Aggron, its palm having fully connected. But if that was the case, why was Galahad laughing?
It took Leonard a moment, but then he observed his Pokemon. The elbow of the attacking arm was still bent, barely any force at all given by that blow. He countered it... with a mere step forward?
"Galahad!"
"Ah! Gale, get out of there!"
It was too late for that: the Aggron already had his grip right around Gallade's arm, and with an overhead swing, he was flung like a rock, hitting the concrete hard. Gale was slow getting up, and the Aggron didn't give any room, a heavy right hook meeting the Gallade's guard. "Tch... Gale, Close Combat!"
The Gallade's foot tensed, as he readied his blows, but it was met with the back-hand of the Aggron, throwing him right off balance. Around the psychic, a shadowy aura began to flare. "Damn it, teleport!"
"It's no use!" Barely gripping the psychic energy around him, the Gallade was hit with another blow, staggering before throwing another Force Palm, caught in the Aggron's palm!
"Build distance, I said! Get away!"
"Your shadow can't hear you anymore!" Aggron had a grin as wide as could be, shoving the Gallade's hand away, the psychic barely ducking a sweeping tail. "You, who treat this as a sport of strategy... you, who pick Pokemon for one fight, then hire a whole new team to try and fight the next challenge!"
"C'mon, damn it! Shadow Break!"
"Graugh!"
"Not gon' happen!" A rock wrecker pulled the stone right under Gallade's feet, leaving him square on his back, before he managed to squirrel his way back up.
"Such a person has no right to usurp the king! Begone!"
"GRAAAAUGH!"
Pushed into a corner, the Gallade cried out, a fierce and visible red aura surrounding its frame! And for the first time, it let out a blow, striking the Aggron dead center: with a wince, the monster stammered back, giving a welcome grin. "Ya' loud, ya'know."
"Heh... finally, why don't you- hey!"
Clutching its head, the Gallade looked up to the sky, and yelled out. Deep in reverse, its instincts took hold, as the psychic tore off to the side, running headfirst into the barrier! In its panicked state, it pounded against it, energy wavering with each blow!
"Ey!"
"... Bastard!" True anger, above The King's normal haughtiness, entered his voice, as his scathing tone leveled right against Leonard. "Have you taught him any discipline?"
"I... I..."
The announcer cut in: "Folks, folks, stay calm! The barrier will hold! Anyone in Block C, please make your way orderly to the lower level!"
The result was clear as day on the screen - Mark Hougu, winner by disqualification of the opponent. But there was no cheer in the crowd, just a hurried rush to get out of the arena, as several officials charged the ring.
And this was enough to catch the Gallade's attention: with one last punch, it managed to have its fist clear the barrier, its instincts feeding into its psychic energy: one of the pillars supporting the shield cracked, that section of the wall breaking up, the Gallade forcing his way through the weakened barrier!
"Oy! Get back here!" The Aggron couldn't very well follow, without breaking the stands underneath its weight!
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Post by 0bserver on Mar 7, 2017 21:16:57 GMT -5
The charade of a tourney continued.
Bisharp's hardening grip over her fingers only confirmed that which Dia already knew. The Gallade that took the field after Greninja's swift and efficient defeat was a shadow pokemon too. A stronger, more unbridled one, perhaps. His signature was visible to the Gardevoir and her Bisharp even more acutely than before. "So this is what sportsmanship has come down to. They closed Cypher, but are all too eager to use the results of their work to their advantage." - Dia thought, indignantly, a frown crossing her features.
But it seemed that Shadow Pokemon were not all-powerful after all. The Aggron had experience in battle, and Gallade's clouded judgment made him an easy prey. The remainder of the show was hardly a fight, more like a humiliation. Aggron was too good, and it enraged the Gallade even more. It was hurt, angry, and confused, as two humans shouted at him and the stadium with filled with so much fear and confusion that even Dia felt it take toll. Under these circumstances, there was no other way for this to go.
The poor thing snapped.
Ran off the battlefield and hit the barriers like a wild animal rattling the cage. His fear, pain, and anger only fueled his blows, granting him enough strength to brute-force his way through. The humans started panicking. But Dia... Dia simply watched. She did not fear, or feel sadness for the crazed-out shadow pokemon. Her mind remained completely calm. And in that mind, a plan hatched. Her Bisharp wanted to intervene, she knew. He almost crushed her hand in his, sending pleasuring impulses of pain to her core. Like a beacon, in an empty void of nothingness.
"This will be a scandal... The reporters will swarm the place. Another stone thrown at pokemon trainers... And another opportunity for us. Besides, that Gallade would be a nice addition. Very similar to me, physiologically. Blade..." - she looked at him, and those wide, violent eyes looked back.
"I command you to incapacitate. Break his bones, if you must. But do not kill."
With that, she let go of his hand. Like a lightning made of darkness and metal, the bisharp darted away from the emptying stands, while the Gardevoir remained where she was. Sitting back, she noticed an abandoned bowl of popcorn, and picked it up. Throwing a few pieces into her mouth. Now this, was going to be an interesting show.
Blade traveled to the opposite end of the barrier, seeing the Gallade trying to break through it. The barrier was almost breached - the fist kept getting inside, deeper and deeper, with every strike. The bisharp waited for his opponent to break through, to put all of his force into the blow and stagger forward after the barrier would disappear. And use that moment of disbalance to his advantage. He would try and grab his foe by the arm, and not let go. Instead, twist it as much as he could. Break joints, break bones.
Mistress said he could not kill. Bones will do.
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Post by NolChannel on Mar 8, 2017 21:03:59 GMT -5
Chaos ensued.
There was simply no more elegant way to put it: right as the officials managed to get into the ring, two of them standing at Mark's front ('The King' thought their presence useless), a few more ready to approach the Gallade from behind. But the last thing they expected was for the knight-type to actually break through the barrier, much less take down an entire piece of the wall!
... Of course, this left the Gallade right in front of this particular Bisharp. In that moment of weakness, the steel type would grab firmly onto the Gallade's forearm, the muscle tensing as it resisted the Bisharp's pressure. "G... graaaugh!"
With enraged eyes staring into Blade's violent ones, the psychic pressed forth: a red aura twisted around him, his free hand surrounded by a dense black energy. Gritting his teeth, the Gallade forced this hand forward, letting forth a Shadow Break, a heavy punch aimed right at Blade's shoulder.
And it would let out another one... and another! Each blow would be thrown with that same dark aura, attempting to simply beat down the other Pokemon in front of him, regardless of the damage that would be done to his own hand!
... Of course, with the Gallade held in place, this didn't come without consequence. A Raichu, let out by one of the officials, cast a thunder wave, quickly running through the Gallade's system: his blows immediately became slower, but past this, he swung just as hard! "G... grauuugh!"
"You see what your insolence has wrought?" As Leonard stood, aghast at the situation, Mark's voice cut deep. At this point, both trainers were being escorted to their respective exits: one angry, and one completely distraught. "Your incompetence endangered everyone here!"
Well, Mark got the last word: past this, he turned his head, moving right out the West exit. The block was mostly evacuated at this point, as well...
But the Bisharp's scrap with the Gallade was now prominently displayed on the big screen.
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Post by 0bserver on Mar 8, 2017 21:55:27 GMT -5
The Gallade was strong.
Bisharp felt it, as soon as he felt the resistance to his arm break attempt. It would not be accomplished in one swift motion. And his foe chose that moment to launch a counter-strike. With how close they were, the steel-type could just take it. He angled his shoulder to avoid full brunt of the blow. Dark energies tore through his armor, blowing a large chunk of the shoulder plate off. But his arm was still intact, largely.
Fortunately, help was on the way, and the shock from the Raichu managed to slow down the onslaught of attacks, and give Blade time to react. He freed one of his hands and used it to grab the Gallade's free arm, effectively locking them together. The Bisharp had an iron grasp, and was not going to let go. He moved closed to his foe and used one of his legs to wrap around his foe's, to prevent him from using any. The Gallade was faster than him, true. But Bisharp was tougher. And at this range, in this position, all that maneuverability meant nothing.
TONK!
Blade used Iron Head move, to deliver a powerful headbutt against the Gallade. Using his weight, momentum, and the blade on his helmet, to strike the psychic-fighting type. The strike rang inside his head, but for the foe, it had to be much, much worse.
TONK!
Again.
TONK!
And again. The Bisharp held his foe, and struck him with his own head, time after time after time. And he would not stop, until his foe would collapse in his grip, either too injured or out cold to continue the fight. Dia watched the brutal and inelegant battle from afar, chewing popcorn. She then stood up. With two against one, Gallade didn't stand a chance. And after Blade would do all the heavy lifting, it would be her time to shine. Putting the popcorn bowl back on the seat, the Gardevoir made her way towards the Sector.
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Post by NolChannel on Mar 8, 2017 22:27:00 GMT -5
With each heavy blow from the Gallade, the creature's dark aura would pulsate, and force a painful spike onto the Bisharp's body. To many, this would be a painful, piercing blow, shaking most creatures straight to the core. Dia would know this well: normal Pokemon did not stand up well to shadow energy.
But Blade was a shadow as well. And his straightforward method quickly left a red mark on the Gallade's head, his returning blows first growing stronger, but soon they were weaker, and weaker still...
... Until the aura around the Gallade broke, the unconscious creature limp in the Bisharp's grip. He was completely out of it, blunt force managing to take his feral consciousness away, earning a breath of relief from the crowd.
Only a single officer objected to Dia's approach: "Hey, careful! He may be out of it, but he could snap back in a moment!" Shadows were unpredictable! But, of course, Dia knew this far better than anyone.
And besides, Dia would know just how out he was, and just how unlikely this would be!
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Post by 0bserver on Mar 8, 2017 23:05:24 GMT -5
Dia did not seem disturbed by the officer's attempt to stop her from going further.
Nor did she feel compelled to stop. The man's intentions were well-natured, but unnecessary. The gardevoir waved her hand in front of the man, briefly, and said, in a very compelling tone, which was so unnaturally easy to agree with:
"It is alright, officer. There is no danger. You should go get the medical team here instead."
There was a time before, when Dia restrained herself from using hypnotic suggestions to dominate lesser minds and get what she wanted. But since recently, that concern vanished from her mind, as well as many others. She discovered that it was incredibly easy to make things happen this way. Especially when dealing with humans. There were several reasons why she wanted to get to the place. The Gallade needed treatment, from the brutal beating he was receiving from Bisharp. But the most important factor was that ... it was televised. The large screens showed what happened, to thousands of people who did not leave the stadium. She wanted on that screen. It was imperative for her cause. Once bypassing the officer, she would make haste to the battlefield.
And just in time too.
Pain was crippling for normal pokemon. But with shadows, pain only made them stronger. Blade battered the Gallade into submission, the same fearsome and violent fires burning in his gaze. Once the psychic-type crumpled, the Bisharp pushed and kicked him to the ground. The exhilaration, the euphoria... Something he didn't feel in years. In a sign of victory, he slammed his fist against his metal chest a few times, and towered over his defeated foe. Pulling out a long blade and rising it up to end the Gallade once and for all. He was to engrossed and battle, and did not hear a thing. But one voice managed to pierce through the cacophony of sounds inside his head.
"Blade!"
The bisharp was stopped in his tracks, as he turned his head to see who it was, and saw Dia. Who looked back at him, her eyes glowing with pink, hypnotic light. The anger and bloodlust seeped away, as the Bisharp froze. His kind were not vulnerable to psychic suggestions, but with this one, Dia knew exactly what buttons to push. She approached him, and put a hand over his chest. Adding quietly.
"That's enough. You won."
Those words made the iron knight step back from the Gallade, and turn away, as if ashamed of himself losing control. Dia then knelt down in front of Gallade, and brought her hands to his battered head. He was bleeding, injuries and lacerations from the Bisharp were many. The Gardevoir brought one hand underneath his, to tilt it up, and the other hand was placed on his forehead, glowing with a green, healing light, as she applied a healing pulse to mend the injuries. Then, she turned to the approaching men and women, the guards and agents of the establishment.
Dia's facial expression changed, from that of kind serenity, towards something that could be best described as barely-controlled rage. Or it looked that way, at least.
"Is it what this barbaric practice degenerated into?!" - her voice pitched loud, with an audible rumble underneath. "The practice of turning pokemon into shadows ceased ten years go. But now, it seems both champions are all too eager to use the results of those criminal experiments to their advantage! And crowds of thousands have assembled to watch!" - Dia's voice reverberated in an excellent display of rage, as her words were carried across the stadium. The accusation remained unanswered, as there was nobody in position to answer to her. After a moment of awkward silence, the Gardevoir spoke again.
"Here is your show. Enjoy."
With that, she would return to treating Gallade. Channeling all of her healing power into him. Dia was surprised herself, by how well her acting went, how convincing it was. She was a good actress, had to be. But for the moment, she almost felt like she meant what she said. And she made sure the others felt it too. She looked at the Gallade in her hands, trying to build up some sympathy for the creature. And failing. Her hand brushed over his injured forehead, trying to close the bleeding.
Just a pawn, he is meant to be. Just a pawn.
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Post by NolChannel on Mar 9, 2017 0:02:40 GMT -5
Dia, able to manipulate the security officer quite well, was given her moment in the spotlight, just as she intended.
The brutality against the Gallade. The helpless Pokemon made a weapon, brought down unconscious to his knees. The violence exuded by both shadows. All of these were amplified, horribly shown on the screens to a horrified audience.
It was all a show, and Dia used it expertly to her command. Her words were felt, her rage - as far as the crowd could tell - was real, and none could doubt her true motives, seeing her immediately tend to the Gallade. There would be few who would even be able to see through her trick, and fewer still who would think her wrong for having this opinion. In the East Wing, Leonard was questioning everything he ever knew.
In the West, The King looked towards the monitor. Those around him gave whispers: was he really such a brute as the Gardevoir said he was? Didn't he, too, use a shadow in that last fight? Some expected anger from him, as he crossed his arms, gripping tightly to his sleeve.
"Hmph."
"Sir?" The officer who escorted him backed up, as Mark turned to the small crowd gathered around him.
"See here! See true passion, enough to shake the very soul!" The King's words dispelled some doubt, but earned confused whispers from the crowd. "To all who participate in this without your full self, willing to view this as a mere sport of using Pokemon, hear her words!" He did not mind, not for a moment, that Dia even called him out. And, without further explaining himself, he forced his way past the crowd.
Things were about to get interesting around here...
-Exeunt-Gallade
Male
Psycho Cut
Shadow Break
Shadow End
Teleport
Force Palm
Shadow Sneak |
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