A Concerned Solomon
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Author's Note: This was the second Pokemon battle I actually wrote, but the first was basically a joke about a talking Electrode that can't stop itself from exploding and blasts a giant crater into a city street. Anyway, this currently stands as a one-shotter, although I've been toying with the idea of a continuation of late.
After writing this, I found out that Dragonite cannot use Seismic Toss. For the life of me, I cannot figure out why, but if Lance can carry a Barrier-wielding Dragonite, then I think I can afford Jack's idol-turned-rival a Seismic Toss.
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“Hello everybody, Tom O’Connor and Jim Pluck right here from Indigo Plateau’s clay field, the site of tonight’s showdown between the legendary Dwight Goldman and rookie Jack Hammer!”
Jim took the microphone. “That’s right folks, the Cold Warrior pulled one of the top trainers in the entire tourney for this first-round faceoff, but don’t count him out! Jack has plenty of powerful Pokémon with which to counter Goldman’s high-octane offensive power, and upsets happen all the time around here.”
“You’re right, Jim. Dwight Goldman, 45 years old and in his two hundredth tournament, has certainly been on both sides of the controversial issue. As viewers at home may or may not be aware, there is a motion to end three-on-three battles in the early rounds, saying that it cheapens the league title for which hundreds of trainers battle each year. Our own Julia Bamboo spoke with reigning world champion and dragon master Lance a couple of weeks ago-”
Jack turned off the television. Dwight Goldman, one of my childhood heroes, is my first opponent. A bit past his prime, but he’s still very tough. It’s just another battle…just another battle…against Dwight Goldman…just another battle…
From the Moon Ball on his waist popped Jack’s prized normal-type. “How do you always know just when to come out, Wigglytuff?”
[I understand your psychology very well.] Jack raised an eyebrow, and Wigglytuff smiled and rubbed her pink fur before continuing. [In any relationship, be it Pokémon/Trainer or Brother/Brother or Evil Dictator/Disliked Democratically Elected Leader, both sides generally develop a good feeling of the other side’s behavioral patterns.]
“What the heck is that supposed to mean, Wigglytuff?”
Wigglytuff let out a small chuckle. [It means you need a hug!] Wigglytuff gave her trainer the promised hug and whispered, [You’ll do fine. Just like your first gym battle, your nerves will calm down as soon as you issue the first round of orders.]
“Wigglytuff, you weren’t around for my first gym battle! How would you know about that?”
[Charizard and Raichu were there. We Pokémon do talk amongst ourselves, you know. Now we’re all going to give it everything we have, and you know I can stand up to anything, although I’m not sure about those other wimps you carry around…] Charizard quickly broke loose from his Pokéball.
[Wimps, huh?] he asked, letting his tail flame shoot upwards a few inches. Jack laughed before recalling both Pokémon.
“If he doesn’t know anything about you guys, all the better for us. I will send you all back out when the time comes, so don’t worry. Just like always, feel free to improvise a bit, but not too much,” explained Jack in the hopes that his Pokémon could hear him. With that, he walked out onto the field, ready to show the world what he was capable of.
As Jack stepped out of the tunnel, the entire crowd let out a collective scream. For once, the fans are rooting for me. Nevertheless, this will not be easy. Jack doffed his cap to the entire stadium, and the roar completely overpowered the Springsteen playing in the background. He had gone out of his way to make an entrance to “Born to Run,” but this was definitely better.
The great Dwight Goldman arrived and received his own share of cheers, but not enough to drown out “Hell’s Bells.” With a quick wave, silence descended upon the arena. The recorded styling of AC/DC also vanished at that moment, and that horrible feeling returned to Jack’s stomach. I would bet big money that was intentional. Mess with the rookie’s head a bit. Even so, he was too nervous even to be angry.
“Alright, people.” The referee’s voice snapped him out of his daydream. “Three- vs. -three, any Pokémon is allowed, a switch is an automatic KO. There is no time limit in any official League match. May the Force be with you.” The Force? Is that like the Schwartz?
Dwight wasted no time sending out his first Pokémon. The silence became deafening as the beast emerged from its Ultra Ball. “Nightmare, go!” The Dragonite let out a vicious roar.
[Ladies and gentlemen, I’m a Dragonite!] announced Nightmare to all who could understand him. Those precious few chuckled at this opening line, while the rest were awed by the forceful tone they believed he was using.
I’ve got six Pokémon with me at the moment. Jynx may have the type advantage, but there’s no way she could withstand a Dragonite’s Fire Blast. I’m taking a chance now, but so is he…
“Wigglytuff, I choose you!” The balloon Pokémon materialized wordlessly, an unusual intensity in her green eyes. She stared in at the orange monster, enraging it slightly with her lack of fear.
“Let the battle begin!”
“Nightmare, Horn Drill!” Jack panicked as the sea creature flew at his friend, head out and horn spinning about rapidly. What could Wigglytuff do to get away? She was too big to be mobile, and her Minimize attack wouldn’t be able to save her in time…
Jack’s answer came quickly as Wigglytuff fired a nasty left cross into the dragon’s face, leaving small icicles around its jaws. Of course! How could I have forgotten about Ice Punch? “Wigglytuff, finish it with Blizzard!” Wigglytuff opened her mouth and let loose a burst of cold, compressed air, seemingly destined to score an early KO of her opponent.
“Nightmare, Flamethrower!” Dwight’s Dragonite nodded and fired from its mouth a stream of fire that neutralized Wigglytuff’s attack and dealt some damage of its own.
“Wigglytuff, Disable the mouth!” The pink monster glowed blue with psychic energy and squeezed shut the source of Nightmare’s projectiles. “Now, give it a Thunder Wave!” Wigglytuff sent out a burst of static electricity at her adversary, only to have it met by Nightmare’s own Thunder Wave. The collision of negative ions sent both Pokémon sprawling backwards.
“Okay, Nightmare! That Wigglytuff’s stronger than we thought, but it can’t follow you into the air! Get up there and try to shake off that Disable!” Nightmare spread its majestic wings and took off for the sky. Not to be outdone, Wigglytuff raised her body temperature and filled her lungs with air, floating after the airborne enemy in an impressive showing of her Mimic attack.
“Dragonite, it’s in the sky, but it’s not flying! Show it your Agility!” Nightmare began to literally fly circles around Wigglytuff.
“Wigglytuff, don’t get dizzy! Nail it with a Bubblebeam!” The TM, which, these days, was the only thing respectable about Cerulean Gym, came in handy as the aptly named Nightmare was stopped in its tracks. Wigglytuff tried to freefall back to the ground, but Nightmare would have none of it, curling its long tail around her round body and not letting go.
“Now finish off that thing with Seismic Toss!” The Dragonite complied and began to fly rings around the stadium to gather momentum for the attack. Wigglytuff desperately shot off a Thunderbolt, hurting herself in the process but also stunning her captor momentarily.
“Wigglytuff, Teleport!” Again Wigglytuff tapped into her limited telekinetic power, this time causing her to disappear and immediately rematerialize on the ground below.
“Nice try, kid. But in this case, it’s not quite nice enough. Nightmare, Hyper Beam!” Jack watched in horror as the flying creature opened its mouth wide and sent out its most powerful attack right at Wigglytuff’s midsection.
“Wigglytuff, Defense Curl!” Wigglytuff rolled her flexible form into a ball and took the beam head-on. The entire crowd gasped as she was thrown clear across the field like something out of the World Cup. The referee picked up his red flag as Dragonite panted for breath.
“Wigglytuff is-”
“-Using Rollout” finished Jack. Indeed, the massive ball of fur that was Wigglytuff was on a collision course with a recharging Dragonite.
“Nightmare, block it with your Iron Tail!” cried Dwight desperately. His Dragonite recovered from the shock in moments, and its tail had just started to glow it power when Wigglytuff rammed into the orange monster’s gut, knocking it into the wall on Dwight’s side of the field. The shocked League official raised up a green flag signaling that Jack had won the round. Dwight waited a minute-long eternity before recalling Nightmare. “Miles, it’s your turn!” The unmistakable figure of a Ninetales emerged, poised on all fours and ready to finish off the exhausted Wigglytuff on the other side of the field.
“Wigglytuff, Rain Dance!” Wigglytuff only managed half a twirl before Miles’ Quick Attack finished the job. Jack didn’t waste any time. “Wigglytuff, awesome work, but it’s time for a rest. Starmie, go!” Wigglytuff reentered her custom Poké Ball as the purple starfish appeared on the field.
“A water type, huh? Nice try, but once more, not nice enough. Miles, Confuse Ray!” The fox sent forth a mystical beam, which, upon contact with any living creature, would cause it temporary amnesia and confusion.
“Starmie, give it your own Confuse Ray!” The starshape Pokémon responded by firing its own Confuse Ray, and both Pokémon suddenly lost all grasp of the situation. “Interesting little scenario we have here. An excellent choice of attack, young man. Miles, Flail!”
The Ninetales already had some idea what was going on and began charging up the powerful attack, but halfway through the move misfired and a burst of flame shot outward, barely missing a fan in the stands. The fan in question high-fived his friends, having achieved a rare moment of fame and certainly appearing on all the sports highlight shows in the nation for at least one night.
Starmie, meanwhile, had quickly regained its bearings by using its psychic abilities and was already busy firing a beam of energy to the heavens above. Clouds rolled in and immediately began to drop torrential rains upon the field. “Quickly, clear it out with a Hydro Pump!” Starmie took in a logic-defying amount of water in seconds flat and, almost as mind-bendingly, fired all of it off in one gigantic burst, as though it was an indefinitely supplied fire hose.
“Miles, give this kid a taste of his own medicine! Teleport, then Iron Tail!” Instantly, Miles vanished and reappeared directly behind Starmie. Before it could react, Starmie felt nine metal rods collide with its body, smashing it straight into the ground. For good measure, Miles even threw in a Fire Spin to destroy any hope of an escape for Starmie.
A few moments passed. The Fire Spin fizzled out, but only dented clay stood in its wake. The Ninetales turned around, only to take a Water Pulse to the head. With his fiery beast once again confused, Dwight could only look on helplessly as Starmie finished the job with a powerful Bubblebeam. “Ninetales is out of the match!” shouted the referee as he pulled up his hood to block the incredible downpour. “The red trainer, Dwight Goldman, is down to his last Pokémon!”
Dwight recalled Miles with a look of grudging respect on his face. “Jafar, I choose you!” A massive Steelix appeared on the field, roaring as loud as possible. Horribly intimidated and somewhat tired, Starmie was a sitting duck for the iron giant’s powerful Fissure attack.
The referee trotted back onto the field. There was no question Starmie was out of the match, but had it survived the blow? His own Pokémon, an Abra, was quickly called upon to check on the status of its fellow psychic. A relieved nod later, Starmie was being carried out on a stretcher to the Pokémon Center.
“The green trainer, Jack Hammer, now has only one Pokémon left as well!”
Jack chuckled at the ease of this choice. “Charizard, go get him! Overheat this place, and we’re heading home!”
“Jafar, Explosion,” came the more experienced trainer’s answer. As Charizard attempted to overcome the falling rains with all the fire within him, electricity buzzed around within Jafar and broke out in a massive blast of power, knocking both the Steelix and its adversary unconscious. “You should have had it dig a hole,” came Dwight’s subdued response.
“Both Pokémon are down! In an elimination match, there can be no draw! We are now in Sudden Death! One Pokémon per side, and no self-destructions. Good luck to both of you! You have a minute to choose your Pokémon for this round, so choose wisely!”
Dwight has a powerful Wailmer, but Jolteon could easily fry it in a storm like this! However, he’s expecting that. He might send out an electric-type of his own here, probably Magneton. But he also has Rhydon, and he sometimes brings along a Septile and a Lickitung as change-ups. There’s no perfect choice here, but seeing as I have to pick something, and I pick first…
“Raichu, go!” The orange mouse emerged, wearing his trademark sunglasses. If anything can beat type disadvantages, it’s the Pichu evolution!
“Just as I thought. It should have been obvious that you’d pick an electric type.”
“Dwight, shut up and send out your Pokémon.” Somewhat pleased, Dwight flicked a Great Ball into the air, and out popped a Marshtomp. “In one match, you’ve already picked up some guts, but it ends here! Sabrina, Earthquake!” The water/ground hybrid slammed the ground below, and a shock wave echoed through it, sending up a massive tidal wave.
“Raichu, Surf! Lead that water back at Marshtomp!” Raichu, already riding the wave on his lightning bolt-shaped tail, made a wide turn and slammed the water into Sabrina. Not even its specially adapted legs could keep a grip on the ground, and one massive Thunder attack later, Jack Hammer had won the first Indigo League match of his career.
After writing this, I found out that Dragonite cannot use Seismic Toss. For the life of me, I cannot figure out why, but if Lance can carry a Barrier-wielding Dragonite, then I think I can afford Jack's idol-turned-rival a Seismic Toss.
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“Hello everybody, Tom O’Connor and Jim Pluck right here from Indigo Plateau’s clay field, the site of tonight’s showdown between the legendary Dwight Goldman and rookie Jack Hammer!”
Jim took the microphone. “That’s right folks, the Cold Warrior pulled one of the top trainers in the entire tourney for this first-round faceoff, but don’t count him out! Jack has plenty of powerful Pokémon with which to counter Goldman’s high-octane offensive power, and upsets happen all the time around here.”
“You’re right, Jim. Dwight Goldman, 45 years old and in his two hundredth tournament, has certainly been on both sides of the controversial issue. As viewers at home may or may not be aware, there is a motion to end three-on-three battles in the early rounds, saying that it cheapens the league title for which hundreds of trainers battle each year. Our own Julia Bamboo spoke with reigning world champion and dragon master Lance a couple of weeks ago-”
Jack turned off the television. Dwight Goldman, one of my childhood heroes, is my first opponent. A bit past his prime, but he’s still very tough. It’s just another battle…just another battle…against Dwight Goldman…just another battle…
From the Moon Ball on his waist popped Jack’s prized normal-type. “How do you always know just when to come out, Wigglytuff?”
[I understand your psychology very well.] Jack raised an eyebrow, and Wigglytuff smiled and rubbed her pink fur before continuing. [In any relationship, be it Pokémon/Trainer or Brother/Brother or Evil Dictator/Disliked Democratically Elected Leader, both sides generally develop a good feeling of the other side’s behavioral patterns.]
“What the heck is that supposed to mean, Wigglytuff?”
Wigglytuff let out a small chuckle. [It means you need a hug!] Wigglytuff gave her trainer the promised hug and whispered, [You’ll do fine. Just like your first gym battle, your nerves will calm down as soon as you issue the first round of orders.]
“Wigglytuff, you weren’t around for my first gym battle! How would you know about that?”
[Charizard and Raichu were there. We Pokémon do talk amongst ourselves, you know. Now we’re all going to give it everything we have, and you know I can stand up to anything, although I’m not sure about those other wimps you carry around…] Charizard quickly broke loose from his Pokéball.
[Wimps, huh?] he asked, letting his tail flame shoot upwards a few inches. Jack laughed before recalling both Pokémon.
“If he doesn’t know anything about you guys, all the better for us. I will send you all back out when the time comes, so don’t worry. Just like always, feel free to improvise a bit, but not too much,” explained Jack in the hopes that his Pokémon could hear him. With that, he walked out onto the field, ready to show the world what he was capable of.
As Jack stepped out of the tunnel, the entire crowd let out a collective scream. For once, the fans are rooting for me. Nevertheless, this will not be easy. Jack doffed his cap to the entire stadium, and the roar completely overpowered the Springsteen playing in the background. He had gone out of his way to make an entrance to “Born to Run,” but this was definitely better.
The great Dwight Goldman arrived and received his own share of cheers, but not enough to drown out “Hell’s Bells.” With a quick wave, silence descended upon the arena. The recorded styling of AC/DC also vanished at that moment, and that horrible feeling returned to Jack’s stomach. I would bet big money that was intentional. Mess with the rookie’s head a bit. Even so, he was too nervous even to be angry.
“Alright, people.” The referee’s voice snapped him out of his daydream. “Three- vs. -three, any Pokémon is allowed, a switch is an automatic KO. There is no time limit in any official League match. May the Force be with you.” The Force? Is that like the Schwartz?
Dwight wasted no time sending out his first Pokémon. The silence became deafening as the beast emerged from its Ultra Ball. “Nightmare, go!” The Dragonite let out a vicious roar.
[Ladies and gentlemen, I’m a Dragonite!] announced Nightmare to all who could understand him. Those precious few chuckled at this opening line, while the rest were awed by the forceful tone they believed he was using.
I’ve got six Pokémon with me at the moment. Jynx may have the type advantage, but there’s no way she could withstand a Dragonite’s Fire Blast. I’m taking a chance now, but so is he…
“Wigglytuff, I choose you!” The balloon Pokémon materialized wordlessly, an unusual intensity in her green eyes. She stared in at the orange monster, enraging it slightly with her lack of fear.
“Let the battle begin!”
“Nightmare, Horn Drill!” Jack panicked as the sea creature flew at his friend, head out and horn spinning about rapidly. What could Wigglytuff do to get away? She was too big to be mobile, and her Minimize attack wouldn’t be able to save her in time…
Jack’s answer came quickly as Wigglytuff fired a nasty left cross into the dragon’s face, leaving small icicles around its jaws. Of course! How could I have forgotten about Ice Punch? “Wigglytuff, finish it with Blizzard!” Wigglytuff opened her mouth and let loose a burst of cold, compressed air, seemingly destined to score an early KO of her opponent.
“Nightmare, Flamethrower!” Dwight’s Dragonite nodded and fired from its mouth a stream of fire that neutralized Wigglytuff’s attack and dealt some damage of its own.
“Wigglytuff, Disable the mouth!” The pink monster glowed blue with psychic energy and squeezed shut the source of Nightmare’s projectiles. “Now, give it a Thunder Wave!” Wigglytuff sent out a burst of static electricity at her adversary, only to have it met by Nightmare’s own Thunder Wave. The collision of negative ions sent both Pokémon sprawling backwards.
“Okay, Nightmare! That Wigglytuff’s stronger than we thought, but it can’t follow you into the air! Get up there and try to shake off that Disable!” Nightmare spread its majestic wings and took off for the sky. Not to be outdone, Wigglytuff raised her body temperature and filled her lungs with air, floating after the airborne enemy in an impressive showing of her Mimic attack.
“Dragonite, it’s in the sky, but it’s not flying! Show it your Agility!” Nightmare began to literally fly circles around Wigglytuff.
“Wigglytuff, don’t get dizzy! Nail it with a Bubblebeam!” The TM, which, these days, was the only thing respectable about Cerulean Gym, came in handy as the aptly named Nightmare was stopped in its tracks. Wigglytuff tried to freefall back to the ground, but Nightmare would have none of it, curling its long tail around her round body and not letting go.
“Now finish off that thing with Seismic Toss!” The Dragonite complied and began to fly rings around the stadium to gather momentum for the attack. Wigglytuff desperately shot off a Thunderbolt, hurting herself in the process but also stunning her captor momentarily.
“Wigglytuff, Teleport!” Again Wigglytuff tapped into her limited telekinetic power, this time causing her to disappear and immediately rematerialize on the ground below.
“Nice try, kid. But in this case, it’s not quite nice enough. Nightmare, Hyper Beam!” Jack watched in horror as the flying creature opened its mouth wide and sent out its most powerful attack right at Wigglytuff’s midsection.
“Wigglytuff, Defense Curl!” Wigglytuff rolled her flexible form into a ball and took the beam head-on. The entire crowd gasped as she was thrown clear across the field like something out of the World Cup. The referee picked up his red flag as Dragonite panted for breath.
“Wigglytuff is-”
“-Using Rollout” finished Jack. Indeed, the massive ball of fur that was Wigglytuff was on a collision course with a recharging Dragonite.
“Nightmare, block it with your Iron Tail!” cried Dwight desperately. His Dragonite recovered from the shock in moments, and its tail had just started to glow it power when Wigglytuff rammed into the orange monster’s gut, knocking it into the wall on Dwight’s side of the field. The shocked League official raised up a green flag signaling that Jack had won the round. Dwight waited a minute-long eternity before recalling Nightmare. “Miles, it’s your turn!” The unmistakable figure of a Ninetales emerged, poised on all fours and ready to finish off the exhausted Wigglytuff on the other side of the field.
“Wigglytuff, Rain Dance!” Wigglytuff only managed half a twirl before Miles’ Quick Attack finished the job. Jack didn’t waste any time. “Wigglytuff, awesome work, but it’s time for a rest. Starmie, go!” Wigglytuff reentered her custom Poké Ball as the purple starfish appeared on the field.
“A water type, huh? Nice try, but once more, not nice enough. Miles, Confuse Ray!” The fox sent forth a mystical beam, which, upon contact with any living creature, would cause it temporary amnesia and confusion.
“Starmie, give it your own Confuse Ray!” The starshape Pokémon responded by firing its own Confuse Ray, and both Pokémon suddenly lost all grasp of the situation. “Interesting little scenario we have here. An excellent choice of attack, young man. Miles, Flail!”
The Ninetales already had some idea what was going on and began charging up the powerful attack, but halfway through the move misfired and a burst of flame shot outward, barely missing a fan in the stands. The fan in question high-fived his friends, having achieved a rare moment of fame and certainly appearing on all the sports highlight shows in the nation for at least one night.
Starmie, meanwhile, had quickly regained its bearings by using its psychic abilities and was already busy firing a beam of energy to the heavens above. Clouds rolled in and immediately began to drop torrential rains upon the field. “Quickly, clear it out with a Hydro Pump!” Starmie took in a logic-defying amount of water in seconds flat and, almost as mind-bendingly, fired all of it off in one gigantic burst, as though it was an indefinitely supplied fire hose.
“Miles, give this kid a taste of his own medicine! Teleport, then Iron Tail!” Instantly, Miles vanished and reappeared directly behind Starmie. Before it could react, Starmie felt nine metal rods collide with its body, smashing it straight into the ground. For good measure, Miles even threw in a Fire Spin to destroy any hope of an escape for Starmie.
A few moments passed. The Fire Spin fizzled out, but only dented clay stood in its wake. The Ninetales turned around, only to take a Water Pulse to the head. With his fiery beast once again confused, Dwight could only look on helplessly as Starmie finished the job with a powerful Bubblebeam. “Ninetales is out of the match!” shouted the referee as he pulled up his hood to block the incredible downpour. “The red trainer, Dwight Goldman, is down to his last Pokémon!”
Dwight recalled Miles with a look of grudging respect on his face. “Jafar, I choose you!” A massive Steelix appeared on the field, roaring as loud as possible. Horribly intimidated and somewhat tired, Starmie was a sitting duck for the iron giant’s powerful Fissure attack.
The referee trotted back onto the field. There was no question Starmie was out of the match, but had it survived the blow? His own Pokémon, an Abra, was quickly called upon to check on the status of its fellow psychic. A relieved nod later, Starmie was being carried out on a stretcher to the Pokémon Center.
“The green trainer, Jack Hammer, now has only one Pokémon left as well!”
Jack chuckled at the ease of this choice. “Charizard, go get him! Overheat this place, and we’re heading home!”
“Jafar, Explosion,” came the more experienced trainer’s answer. As Charizard attempted to overcome the falling rains with all the fire within him, electricity buzzed around within Jafar and broke out in a massive blast of power, knocking both the Steelix and its adversary unconscious. “You should have had it dig a hole,” came Dwight’s subdued response.
“Both Pokémon are down! In an elimination match, there can be no draw! We are now in Sudden Death! One Pokémon per side, and no self-destructions. Good luck to both of you! You have a minute to choose your Pokémon for this round, so choose wisely!”
Dwight has a powerful Wailmer, but Jolteon could easily fry it in a storm like this! However, he’s expecting that. He might send out an electric-type of his own here, probably Magneton. But he also has Rhydon, and he sometimes brings along a Septile and a Lickitung as change-ups. There’s no perfect choice here, but seeing as I have to pick something, and I pick first…
“Raichu, go!” The orange mouse emerged, wearing his trademark sunglasses. If anything can beat type disadvantages, it’s the Pichu evolution!
“Just as I thought. It should have been obvious that you’d pick an electric type.”
“Dwight, shut up and send out your Pokémon.” Somewhat pleased, Dwight flicked a Great Ball into the air, and out popped a Marshtomp. “In one match, you’ve already picked up some guts, but it ends here! Sabrina, Earthquake!” The water/ground hybrid slammed the ground below, and a shock wave echoed through it, sending up a massive tidal wave.
“Raichu, Surf! Lead that water back at Marshtomp!” Raichu, already riding the wave on his lightning bolt-shaped tail, made a wide turn and slammed the water into Sabrina. Not even its specially adapted legs could keep a grip on the ground, and one massive Thunder attack later, Jack Hammer had won the first Indigo League match of his career.