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 Eryn Norwood Vs. Johanna Murdoc, Doubles: Flight | Johanna Murdoc
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 Posted: Jun 12 2017, 02:17 AM
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They had made it to the finals at last, had finally had time to devote to the tournament and the health to maintain it. They had found people -- perhaps not allies, but people who remembered her from times past and had some kindness to share -- who had granted them a safe berth for the duration. She was not on the road so completely as she had been in previous years. She had studied Eryn, had even met with her by happenstance or coincidence before the match in the night. Johanna Murdoc knew their team in the same way she knew her quarry on a hunt. Still, she had considered long and in the company of her team who to present.

At first, she had been certain the ninetales would join, but Vita had hesitated, considered, spoken her piece (with permission). Johanna had considered. Had sketched strategies with Lune on clay or birch paper or the floor of the inn with a bit of charcoal that could be washed away as soon as they were done. She had listened to rumors and reviewed what she knew of Eryn's previous matches. And the day before they were both summoned to the lake, she smiled.

The abra had given the impression of looking at her for a long time, despite its closed eyes, when it came. At last, it offered up a hand to the assassin without a word, but it didn't need any. Tournament abras, she had found, often grew somewhat attached to their assigned competitors in time even when their assignment did not, on the whole, enjoy psychics. The familiarity, however, eased the sensation of the teleport into the area full of beating sun and water glittering like sapphires. So many of the arenas started out with such beauty, but they would change that soon enough.

Surprisingly, Eryn had not yet made herself known. A change. But in the end, one that mattered not at all.

Two taps, two bursts of red light, the same as any other match. Sol hung in the air like a tavern sign, still without wind and with his clear wings beating so rapidly that they were simply invisible. Lune crouched beneath him, casting a single irritated glance at the sky for its heat, and letting the chill of her body seep into the sand below and ease the burning of her paws. Eryn thought her team fast. The woman did not know what the word meant.

"Sandstorm. Her team is sharp, but not one of them has a keen eye. Let's see how good they are when they can't see far beyond their noses. Lune, make sure no one else makes changes."

They nodded. The ninjask all but vanished until the torrent of stinging, biting, desert-shore-sands exploded up in his wake as he shot along the beach, screeching at Eryn's team as soon as they appeared in that horrible, nails-to-slate-and-metal sound that poor handlers often had to deal with from his species -- not quite a taunt. That was Lune's job, rushing close enough through the blinding cloak of sand to taunt the other rogue's pokemon, tease them, dangle their handler's incompetence before them, batter their morale -- and make them angry.

And then the weavile would retreat, back to the water's edge and slip all but beneath the surface of the lake, protected from the stringing sands. The ninjask chose the opposite course, looping behind Johanna where Eryn could not hear his wings over the storm, and sling-shot towards the rocky walls of the crater sides, where anything that dived for him would be more likely to run head first into the stone. Besides, even a bird with aerial ace needed to be able to first locate their quarry. He knew the move also. Its accuracy was based not on sight but on speed of movement.

Speed was not the same as agility. He knew it. His mastery of flight and his particular wings let him stop, turn, or dodge on a clip. Let the hawk come and find out about his kind, if they had dared to release it. It would crash. Its hot blood would line his claws. Eryn had been brutal, more than the fights required. His human could not see him now, so he could return the favor for the prey-competitors. They were only like nincada without training.

Lune's taunting chants made her the sole "visible" target in the arena, calling down Eryn's team to her if only because she could be found. The bug had grown from the earth -- the weavile had no doubt at all that he hid in it as well. She chittered, taking care to soak every inch of herself in the water and glaze it into her fur so that she could carry ice with her wherever she went. She waited, feeling along the darkness of the sandstorm for that tiny quivering shift of an opponent, any opponent, attempting to strengthen themselves. The moment they did, the shadows would sap the move's knowledge, drain it from them, and grant it to her instead. If they did not, she would hone her own claws. Then regardless of whether or not she was approached, she would sink into the barely-extant shadow she cast on the water and vanish.

To reappear in an opponent's. She would show them how a master of her elements used them, with the enhanced darkness given by her blackglasses and the pressure of her kind bearing down on their spirits like a great, muffling blanket.


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Safety Goggles - Unaffected by negative weather.
- Sandstorm before Eryn releases their pokemon.
- Screech x2 on Azar preferentially, Cumulus if not. Each screech is -2 stages of defense.
- Hovering perhaps a foot in front of the rock wall sides of the crater approximately twenty feet in the air, far enough away for the sandstorm to both hide him and mask the sound of his wings. I estimate that due to its nature and pitch, the whine of his wings is only audible up to ten-fifteen feet away given the storm.

Due to training: Fire type moves are neutrally effective (1x)
From Vitamins: +2 Atk


http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/461wavile.png http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/e335251.gif Lune
Black Glasses
- Taunt on Azar preferentially, Cumulus if not.
- Mostly submerged in water to minimize exposure to Sandstorm damage. Coated in water/ice for protection from the sandstorm's effects and extra ammunition for moves.
- Snatch on any attempt by non-Taunted pokemon to boost stats. If this does not occur, Hone Claws will be used.
- Feint Attack on Azar preferentially, Nimbus if not.
(Damage not counting Snatch/Hone Claws: -183-215% Azar, -131-154% Nimbus. Always hits.)
(Damage counting Hone Claws: -243-286% Azar, -174-205% Nimbus. Always hits.)

Due to training: fire-type moves are 1.5x effective; fighting-type moves are 3.5x effective.
Always has enough energy to Counter if not fainted (PP Max)
From vitamins: +1 Spd, +1 Atk

If Hone Claws is used: +1 Atk, +1 Acc.
Other boosts will depend on Snatch/Hone Claws and damage should be recalculated accordingly

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( Due to timing concerns, my initial post was taken down for a rewrite. This is the edited version. )

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On the day of the bout, Eryn sat in the center of a clearing - no borrowed inn for them this time, only the night sky and the open air - and considered their pokemon. Considered the map on the ground, notations surrounding the arena they'd been given and the circumstances they'd observed.

There had been rumor aplenty of their opponent, a singular Johanna Murdoc that had terrorized the Rose Bowl year after year. They had met her, even, in the bowels of the Harper's Pass in the same way one would meet with a dangerous hunter in the space between hunts. Murdoc was experienced and unafraid to draw blood in the name of the fight.

Eryn tilted their head to the ghost on their team, who scowled with a teeth full of metal. The shadows writhed behind, around them; a fog arose, filling their peripheral vision.

"Danya," they said. Did not say anything else. Eventually, the ghost tilted their head and dismissed her illusions, then floated herself over to her own pokeball to dismiss herself.

They turned to the others, then, the ones who had been on the field the most this Rose Bowl. Rolled their pokeballs in their palm, noting which was whose as instinctively as they took their next breath.

When the abra came, they rose to steady feet.

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Murdoc was already there; they knew this, because the Sandstorm was already in the air, winds just starting to drift. Eryn eyed that, eyed the abra that kept her distance from the field and Teleported soon after its customary warnings and wishes of Good luck.

They breathed in; held it. Two taps to two pokeballs released two pokemon, each who stretched and threw themselves into the fight without hesitation. They watched after their backs, and tilted the weight of their daggers in its sheathes, all too-aware of the peace-ties that kept the blades quiet.

Azar was first, drawing what wind was not supporting the sand to brace herself before the eerie oscillating sound hit her, warped in the wind and the sand, as was the trashtalking. She screamed, then, lyrical voice torn with rage and knocked off-kilter for a split second before she regained herself; fire followed the sound. What sand was near her superheated, melting even as it was whipped away by the movement of the wind.

The talonflame followed that, and followed the air up. She knew the Sandstorm, had trained in it, and knew, too, how to avoid it. The Sandstorm was not so big that it could not be escaped. Her partner was one that she'd known as long as she'd known the human handler. When she flew, it was on steady wings and a hardening heart, breathing fire and leaving molten glass in her wake that was whisked away by the roiling storm.

Nimbus, for his part, knew what he was on the field; knew, also, the ways to deal with it. He had enough time to layer himself sheets of light as their opponents concentrated on Azar first, the big and flashy distraction that she made herself to be. It was enough that when he reached for the ill thoughts of hours of planning that would surge like a wave and carry him through, its loss to a Snatch - he knew it, as he knew this team - was not such a big loss.

Instead he bared his teeth and widened his stance. The weavile would have targeted the falcon that was quickly exiting the field, but it wasn’t capable of stirring a storm like this. No, it would be the bug that had brought the sand to bear like a particularly nasty desert day.

Fur shimmering, he crouched and searched out the disturbance in the air, where the Sandstorm would hit carapace. Lightning, raw and petrified both, cracked out like a whip when he released the compressed energy.

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Azar is holding Rocky Helmet
- hit by Screech, Taunt
- used Fly + Flamethrower (goes before Lune’s Feint Attack due to Gale Wings, breathing fire as she goes through the Sandstorm)
- dodged Screech, Feint Attack (going to say that Lune did not have time to swap to Nimbus as a target at this point on the timeline)
- will use Fly + Flame Charge as she comes down next turn
> up high, above the Sandstorm; will come down next turn
> +1 Atk. -2 Def. (vitamins, Screech'd)
> Taunt 1/3
> ~98% health

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Nimbus is holding a Sitrus Berry
- used Substitute (-25% health)
- used Nasty Plot; this was Snatch'd
- used Shock Wave (base 60 + (1) Sp. Atk. + STAB + never misses + crit = ~130% damage) at Sol; rolled 1-10 for crit hit, 1 being successful. Crits.
- ~3% damage from Sandstorm
> on the shores of the lake
> +1 Sp. Atk. +1 Def. (vitamins)
> ~72% health, active Substitute
> has a crit hit ratio of 10% due to training

-- There are shards of glass from Azar’s Flamethrower and bunches of fulgurite from Nimbus’s Shock Wave when they struck the Sandstorm, now flying around like a particularly dangerous trap.
-- Sandstorm turn ⅕

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Sol had spent the majority of his life as a creature of the earth and the underground, often blind but for what the element told him. That wasn't something that was easily forgotten, even if the earth was now mixed with air and he was now master of the latter. As such, he felt the changes in his storm from the stirring of Azar's massive wings, rapid, rapid -- and then slowing drastically as the sandstorm stripped the smoothness of a gale away from her feathers. This was no gale, but a sandstorm, after all. He felt the swirl of currents -- and shot up. He was already there when the firebird broke the top layer of the storm, dancing with the sand as he went. He didn't blur when he moved -- he simply vanished, faster than the eye could follow. Johanna had noted that the other woman's team had thus far won on their speed. Or rather, the single bird's speed. The ninjask's eyes glittered with amusement. The bird thought it was fast.

It was not. His kind was often prey. But his kind had also evolved to best their predators. He slipped the veil of Protect over himself simultaneously with his Aerial Ace as he intercepted the bird's maneuver. Below them, the storm rippled suddenly, filled with sparks from the pikachu's attack. Slow as a rat. Slow as a cloud. Nothing like lightning. Sol used the claws he had dug deep into the bird's breast, bloody, to wrench the firebird around and into the path of that shockwave as best he could. His fading Protect would reduce the rest, take off the edge if it even made it past the eagle's big, heavy body. He skree'd the victory, and disdainfully ripped his claws back out of that warm flesh and feathers and let the beast fall back into the storm. He didn't care if its handler caught it or not.

Johanna was struck by a hunk of glass, being really the only large target near enough to the lightning and fire to be affected by the addition to the sandstorm above the damage already being done by the storm. The sand already contained bits of sharp things, and flecks of glass added little except to scratch into her leathers and mar them -- money she would have to spend for repairs and fresh grease to oil them again. If she had been able to see Eryn, she would have glared, scowling about what she saw as a useless tactic. The heavier pieces that would have done damage fell out of the atmospheric suspension rapidly.

Lune circled the pikachu while it let off its shock wave, having emerged from a shadow for her Feint Attack only to find the bird out of reach -- she didn't think twice about it. The weavile knew that one of her Partners was out there. The bird was incredibly unlikely to return to trouble her. The substitute annoyed her. Fiercely. The mouse hid behind it like it made him impervious to it all, like it protected him in a fight. She called out, mocking the mouse, mocking the way it had to scurry and run and hide behind its bigger team mates, cutting snarls about its inability to defend itself alone, reminding him that he was and would always be nothing but a snack -- nothing but prey. And then she surged forward, stripping the ice sheeting from her fur and gathering it around one claw before striking the substitute so hard that the strange doll not only tore, but froze and shattered into a hundred hundred pieces that lay melting in the dirt beneath her feet as she kept up her momentum. She would Punish the pikachu, with the wicked and predatory grin of her kind painted broad on her face bearing more teeth than the pikachu would ever know.

Johanna smiled.




http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/291ninjask.png sol
Safety Goggles - Unaffected by negative weather.
- Swords Dance as he ascends, +2 atk
- Protect+Aerial Ace, making himself into an unstoppable, unmissable, irreducable missile of pain. (~158 - 186%)
Crit - 237 - 279%
- Amused and brutally disdainful of the Bird Who Thought She Was Fast
- 40% Heath for respect in case the body block using Azar fails. Fine if it succeeds.

Due to training: Fire type moves are neutrally effective (1x)
From Vitamins: +2 Atk
Speed Boost: +2 Spd (I forgot to note this on the previous turn, but it gives +1 each turn.)

Total: +4 atk, +2 spd. Either 40% HP or totally fine.



http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/461wavile.png Lune
- 6% damage from Sandstorm
- Taunts Nimbus
- Ice Punch on Substitute (137 - 161% - more than enough to shatter it completely.)
- Punishment on Nimbus in the same motion. Lune is nearly twice as fast as Nimbus, for reference. (218 - 256% damage on the pikachu)

Due to training: fire-type moves are 1.5x effective; fighting-type moves are 3.5x effective.
Always has enough energy to Counter if not fainted (PP Max)
From vitamins: +1 Spd, +1 Atk
Snatched: +2 Sp. Atk


Totals: +1 Atk +1 Sp. Atk +1 Spd. 96% HP.

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