It was an epic battle, truly one worthy of being scribed into tomes for eons to come!
Fearow and Lickitung put on quite a show. Though Cyan had six pokémon to my measly two, I proved that quality definitely beats out quality. All the action that took place is just racing through my head, and my hands quake as I type this message out.
I ran up to him in disguise when he entered the gym; I simply couldn’t control my exuberance. He seemed not to recognize me, but that was all the better for my plan. Why not disgrace him and then reveal myself to be his conqueror?
The battle began and he sent out his Charmeleon. Scoffing the thing off, I sent out Fearow. I planned to save Lickitung as my coup de grâce. Fearow sent the lizard flying with a well placed Aerial Ace. I let out a chuckle as Cyan became angry. Such a young child, there was no way he would ever best me! Eventually, after a well-fought battle, I withdrew Fearow and gave Lickitung the command to attack. I’ll bet he’d never thought that so beautiful an animal could harness the power of the sun! And he had so mocked normal types in the past, now he could see their true strength. Wiping that smug grin from that little pranksters face was one of the most satisfying experiences of my life!
Then it was the final battle: my Lickitung versus his Dugtrio. It burrowed underground. A cunning move, but Lickitung was far too quick! Dodging the thing’s attack, she sprang to the side and laid a good Brick Break on one of its hydra-heads. But it retreated again. Lickitung and mine’s brains were one. I didn’t even have to give the command when the thing resurfaced again. It reminded me of a beautiful dance. In my mind there became no separation between myself and her. We twisted and turned on the grass floor like a demented ballet; the heat of our breaths burning from the flames in our hearts and eyes. There! It came up again! But Lickitung smacked it away. Oh it was quite the show, I do say!
His Dugtrio fell as Lickitung let out a mighty roar in victory. I had done it! Though I’d once pictured myself in the lowest level of wellness, here I was, the absolute victor!
He beat the living tar out of me. I’m not the strongest fellow, but his hands were like iron.
Alright, sure, he may have knocked my wig off, thus alerting my true identity to Erika. And then she may have fired me from my job. And Cyan may have stolen all of my money. And, I’ll admit, running through the streets of Celadon City while trying to escape the police and wearing only a bra wasn’t the greatest experience of my life, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t win the war!
In the end, I do feel like a champion! My spirits are high, and there are only blue skies ahead of me!
I need to find some new clothes. Money too. Ah well, I have all of tomorrow. If I don’t get around to posting, I’m a little busy.
On the up and up,
Cool Trainer Andrew ♂
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