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Post by Godai on Sept 11, 2019 17:15:26 GMT -8
{Salem Reed}  MurkrowReceived at Level 15
You, better than she? Hah! Don't make this gal cackle. She's better than you and she knows it - she'll prove it if she must. This Murkrow demands all the attention, with the attention on her what could go wrong? Though if it isn't... well, she'll just have to force her way into the spotlight.
Nickname: Pride
Gender: Female
Type: Dark/Flying
Ability: Super Luck
Height: 1' 9"
Weight: 4.7 lbs
Health: Intermediate
EXP Rate: Medium Slow
EXP Gauge: (62/71)
EXP Gained: 26
Level: 19
Division: D6
Total Stats: 221
- Attack: 50
- Defense: 22 (10%)
- Sp. Attack: 50
- Sp. Defense: 22 (10%)
- Speed: 77
Vitamins Used: None
| Moveset:
1. Astonish
1. Peck
5. Pursuit
11. Haze
15. Wing Attack
Unique Moves:
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Post by Nightmare on Sept 12, 2019 16:30:46 GMT -8
"Show me you're strong and crush your opponent next time."
Rattling, buzzing, red. He might have quit if not for the condescending look Arbor had sent him. Weak, weak, weak, weak. Crushed destroyed, and helpless. He hated it. He'd gotten destroyed by that mans' Onix despite trying his best to exploit he weakness he found. He wasn't strong enough. He had too many disadvantages. He was weak. He had only managed to win the last round because his opponent deiced not to show.
This round he would crush them. This round he would win.
So, livid and utterly annoyed, he stepped onto the trainers box and sent out pride. No tricks, no bullshit, just fighting and winning. She cawed at him, eyes narrowing at his expression before turning her attention to the crowd. She let out a broken cackle, spreading her wings to bask in the glory before she narrowed into battle. Salem scoffed, his opponent this round had better show. He had strength to prove, and someone who needed it shoved in their face. He wasn’t excited by the jitter of crowd anymore, he wasn’t even going to act polite - he wanted to win, no make friends. He needed to win.
In the trainers box and Pride on the field, he supposed nothing more could be done but wait. He’d have his fame, and he’d have it just the way he wanted it - by crushing anyone in his way. Pride cawed, but he ignored it, focusing his glare on the opposite end of the field where his opponent would emerge. Would this be his victory? No, it had to be. Arbor was sitting behind the door he’d exited, waiting to smear a loss I his face if he had one. He would do anything to wipe that sick, malicious grin from the mans face. Anything.
Salem sends out Murkrow.
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Post by pandafox on Sept 12, 2019 19:27:05 GMT -8
Sung-Min got the barest glimpse of the arena at the end of the hallway. She was surprised. She'd overheard other contestants talk about different fields, but she hadn't seen anything but the usual empty court. In a field like this, her upset in the last round would have been far less surprising with Seviper in a more natural habitat.
Her newfound fans in the crowd rumbled to life as her familiar foreign music played over the speakers. Sung-Min strode out with her usual confidence and swagger playing the part of someone with no doubts about their victory. It had been a fun part to play, and was almost convincing enough to make her believe it. Almost.
Amidst the cheers she could hear booing, some people who didn't think the way her Seviper had turned that last fight around had been quite sporting, or perhaps they had other reasons to dislike her. It didn't matter, she'd decided from the outset to play the role of a villain in this pageant, and had been surprised to see how many people in the crowd had chosen to root for the bad guy.
Strutting to her place in the trainers box, once again Sung had her massive seviper wrapped around her shoulders; but now the snake coiled to the ground more easily. She was becoming used to the crowd as well. Fighting for them might have gone a long way to help with that. However Seviper stayed in the trainers box as well.
Sung had already decided who would fight here, it was only fair. She hadn't expected to make it to three rounds, but if she did, she needed to let all her partners have a chance in the spotlight, even if it would all go to this last one's head.
Looking across the court she saw the glare in the eyes of her opponent and for a brief moment it took her back to a different time and a different place. For just a moment she hesitated in her decision. She knew that look, she had seen it before, and worn it herself even more. That guy wanted to destroy her. He wasn't here for pageantry and applause, he was here to crush whoever was put in front of him.
She could roll with that.
“Its all on the line here.” She called out, half to her opponent half to the audience. “Its go on, or go home. We've been beat once, lets see if I can take what pride you have left.” The words sounded a little too extra to her, but the audience loved it. Just as many cheering as were booing such a theatrical display of malice. Sung-Min wondered if she missed her calling in show business.
“Give them hell, Lumpy.” Sung called out as she tossed the pokéball out into the field and the croagunk appeared. Lumpy hopped up and down with excitement before rooting himself in the spot and swooshing his cape around with a dramatic flourish.
Delinquent Sung-Min sent out Croagunk
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