Post by GALE BARTON on Nov 4, 2016 23:16:48 GMT
| seeing the monster made of stone leer down at him reminds him why he loathes rock types. gale's impatient, too impatient to watch them slowly crumble pebble by pebble. he wants to bulldoze them to dust, stomp on the ashes with the sole of his foot and drive them into the earth. what kills him is that he knows he would have been able to years ago, before he stepped down, but he's starting from scratch. there's only so much training he can do on his own, only so many battles he can fight, and win, and he knows he's gotten rusty. if he wants to regain his power, he has to practice, so he sucked up his pride and he's here. erebus's hackles rise and he growls, but gale can see the excitement trembling through him at the prospect of battle. he raises a hand to say not yet, as he calculates the best action to take. he's out of his element here, but he doesn't let it show. he won't lose. gale flicks his hand and erebus lunges forward, initiating the attack. rocks come raining down as the pup's jaws close against stone in a mighty crunch, back bracing against the falling debris. it doesn't deal much damage, but gale wasn't expecting it to. he just needed to get erebus closer. close enough so that the fanged canine could swipe his paw across the dirt, spray it into the geodude's vision in a sand attack. it was the only ground move he had taught erebus, but it worked like a charm. the next round of rocks missed his pup, and erebus went in for the final strike with take down. it sent the poochyena stumbling back with a sharp whimper from the recoil, but it was enough to make the rock monster crumble. when his opponent's next pokémon appeared, erebus threw his head back with a howl to raise his attack, and gale sized the onix up warily. he doubted erebus had enough stamina to finish it, but he pushed him to try. apollo always came out last. more rocks came raining down, this time bigger. erebus agilely dodged them, paws raking furiously in the dirt as sand flew into the foe's eyes. the pup jumped forward, teeth closing around the enemy's stony body, but this time he's thrown back, landing in the dirt with a sharp whimper, and gale's jaw tightens as he summons his attack dog. apollo comes out all snarls and fangs, charging without the same stealth of erebus, shouldering the brunt of the falling boulders. gale hasn't let him fight in three days, and he's restless, full of unspent energy as he savagely charges. the growlithe's fearless advances intimidates the onix, and apollo seizes that opportunity to clamp his jaws against stone, flames blazing. it can't burn the rock giant, but it makes him flinch just long enough for erebus to dash in and deal the final blow. the cranidos rushes in next, but apollo's ready and gale's just glad the damn rocks have stopped falling. erebus is limping, and he knows it all rests on his growlithe's willpower now. the cranidos leers, and apollo shows his fangs, and all caution is thrown to the wind as the canine charges again and again, shouldering the damage, taking it. gale can tell he's getting weaker, but he fights best when there's something to lose. a headbutt sends apollo reeling back, but the fiery canine catches itself before it falls, hackles rising, and then he charges forward in a blind rage of fire and fury. the two pokémon collide, and gale lets out a sharp hiss of relief when its apollo who is left standing, legs trembling, tongue lolling as he weakly pants from the damage of his own attack. gale swallows back his wariness as he watches the cranidos's legs give out first, and he shouts for apollo to stop, to back down. he casts a smirk at the other trainer. 'what is it they say? it's not the size of the dog in the fight. it's the size of the fight in the dog.' sore loser. sore winner. apollo trudges back to him, and even if the canine's fur is hiding cuts and bruises, his own eyes are alight with a vicious sneer. erebus pushes himself to his feet, tail tucked down as he limps, but he has enough energy left to spit a feeble growl over his shoulder. all the nights spent training until early light have paid off.   |
