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after a long while of playing Pokemon Pearl, I was suddenly inspired to write a battle scene. I didn't really care which one, and I grabbed two Pokemon at random from the SPP Pokedex. True, I made one an uber-shiny (not in terms of stats, but looks), but then I gave the other TM moves.
and in the process of writing this, I realized exactly why I hate writing battle scenes. It's just too much work for too little output. There's hardly any character development going on. Usually I just skip past battles, and stick with the characters, and that probably shows in here.
But in any case, here is my attempt at a 1v1 Battle Sequence (complete with game timing for the Pokemon, explained by having a standard way of having a one move for one move standard for competition
)
EDIT: Blargh....forgot to put ORIGINAL in the title....now I can't do it.
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“And what a wonderful match we have for you today!” the announcer yelled through a bullhorn as he paced up and down in front of the bleachers. “The First Annual Junior Pokémon Olympics is about to kick off, and the first battle will surely be one for the ages!” It was a warm day, and the wind was blowing hard. Many in attendance were wearing shorts and T-shirts.
The small Battle arena, its lines marked out in white paint that stood in stark contrast to the rich earth on which it lay. The arena was small for a Pokémon battle, but it was all that the small fair could afford. The organizers had had to fight hard just to get this small space for a short time.
The battle that was about to take place was during the annual Cerulean City Regional Fair. Not far off were an assortment of rides, vendors called out to fair-goers in hopes that they would buy their strange-looking, over-priced fare, and everywhere farmers and ranchers and Pokémon Breeders proudly showed their accomplishments, and offered samples of food, produce, or Pokémon for sale.
The two stands that had been brought to the makeshift arena were of sturdy construction, and a couple dozen spectators sat on the hard seats, eager to see the battle. Around the perimeter of the area marked off for the battles were a dozen Psychics and their Pokémon, waiting for their signal to activate Barriers to prevent any stray attacks from hitting either the spectators or anything else in the fair.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the announcer began again, his voice rising to heighten the anticipation of the crowd. “In the red jersey, we have Claire St. Michaels, a first-year Vermillion City trainer yearning for greatness.” He turned and gestured towards the left set of stands, and a young girl, probably about ten years old, stood up. She waved shyly, her eyes not quite focusing on anything, and carefully picked her way through the people sitting in front of her, while she slid a badly fitting red jersey over her T-shirt.
Claire wasn’t much too look at, and didn’t stick out much in a crowd. She wore her hair in a dark pigtail that she usually had hanging over one shoulder. Claire adjusted her overalls as she reached the announcer, and shied away from him slightly as he put one arm around her. “Claire’s been training hard at Surge’s gym, folks, getting ready for the match all year. As you all know, there are two ways to get into this competition—apply for it from an application we had put out in Pokémon Trainer’s Monthly, or win a preliminary match that we had about a month ago.”
Claire, sensing that the announcer had forgotten about her, shied away from him, and stepped away from him, looking down at her feet shyly, her hands clasped nervously in front of her, shifting her weight from foot to booted foot. The announcer merely let his hand hang for a moment, then began gesturing for the audience’s benefit as he continued to speak. “Well, Claire here tried both. She tried out in the preliminaries and was just barely edged out. But the letter that she sent us deeply moved us all, and we decided that we would make an exception in her case.”
“Her challenger is the winner of the Viridian City Fair, and applied to enter our tournament as well.” The announcer grinned, and his voice softened, and he leaned towards his audience as if to convey a secret. “She’s sixteen and the poster-child for potential—I’m sure she needs no further introduction—ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Audrey Jones!”
A young woman walked out onto the field, already wearing the loose-fitting blue jersey that had been assigned to her. She was smiling confidently, making eye contact with the crowd, and was waving with both hands. Here and there small spatters of applause broke out, mainly from the younger part of the audience.
“Ladies, this will be a one on one fight, five minute time limit, no items, no outside help,” the announcer began, then covered the microphone and continued. “I want a clean fight, using the standard Indigo League rules. One to one technique ratio, standard multi-use technique restrictions apply.” Audrey immediately nodded, her emerald eyes flashing with determination. Claire was slower in responding, not being used to an actual battle, it took her a little while to remember what everything meant. But once she remembered, she nodded slowly.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the announcer began, leaving the pair of trainers, and taking several steps towards the audience. “Let the tournament begin!” He half-turned towards the trainers, so he was facing both of them at once. “Trainers, take your places!” At that, there was a low hum, and there were a half-dozen flashes that past so quickly some of the people in attendance wondered if they had missed them. The Psychic shields had been activated, and they were clear, but just translucent enough to show their boundaries while still revealing what happened within and without their borders.
The trainers walked to the rectangles that had been painted for them to stand in, and faced each other, Audrey smirking confidently at her opponent and Claire staring down at the ground in front of her, her eyes unfocused. “Trainers,” the announcer shouted, his grin broadening. “Release your Pokémon!”
Instantly, a beam of light shot out from a ball that materialized in Audrey’s hand, and a small, brown shape appeared. Its long, tapered ears twitched as the small fox rotated them to get a better angle on all the noise that came through the barriers, even though it was slightly muffled. The Eevee that stood there on the competition grounds that day was Audrey’s crowning achievement. Eevee were rare and hard to breed, and it had cost Audrey and her family a pretty penny to find someone willing to breed one specifically for her. Anyone who knew anything about Audrey knew that she had to have a very special Pokémon, or none at all. Her Eevee was albino—its fur white as the driven snow, its eyes as pink as on of Gym Leader Whitney’s birthday parties. Nobody knew how much the young Pokémon had cost, but its value was estimated in the hundreds of millions. Audrey and her Eevee looked haughtily across the circle, waiting for Claire’s Pokémon to be revealed.
Claire, for her part, looked at the Eevee interestedly for several moments, her eyes darting from Pokémon to trainer, then she slowly reachd behind her back, into a small fanny pack that she kept hidden beneath her coat, and carefully pulled a Pokéball out and held it in front of her. She smiled down at it, and kissed it tenderly. There was no conversation from anyone in the stands as everyone watched eagerly to see what kind of Pokémon would appear from Claire’s Pokéball to face off against the startling Eevee.
A red beam shot out from the Pokéball, its speed startling many of those watching after Claire’s slow movements. Everyone watched with baited breath as the Pokémon appeared. The creature was small and pink. It was absurdly rotund and had limbs that looked ridiculously short next to its large, egg-like body. The Happiny waved happily to the audience, and bounced around, its legs not quite long enough to do any actual walking, excitedly.
The announcer wiped his brow. He hadn’t been sure what Pokémon Claire would have chosen from her team, and he had been hoping that it wouldn’t be her Rattata. But she couldn’t have made a better choice. Two rare Pokémon facing off in the first match of the first Cerulean Fair Pokémon Tournament? What better press could he get? “Let the match begin!” he shouted.
“Haineko,” Audrey called out. “Convince it that it doesn’t belong here! Bite it!” Audrey smirked, waiting for Claire to call out her command so that the two Pokémon could actually trade blows.
For several seconds, Claire said nothing. Her eyes were unfocused, and she just stared into space. Then her tiny Pokémon tugged on her pants leg and she blinked several times. “Happiny,” she said quietly. “Use Light Screen.” Happiny bounced towards the Eevee, and instantly the crouched felinid was darting towards its opponent, only to be forcibly knocked aside as a force field slammed into the Eevee’s side.
“Extraordinary!” the announcer yelled for onlookers who would not understand what had just happened. “Claire’s Happiny used the existing force fields we have to create another force field to protect itself. But not only did it do that, it used it offensively to forc eAudrey’s Eevee to give up on its advance! Unfortunately, that means that the Light Screen isn’t a full protection, and Audrey’s Eevee still has a way around the shield.
“Again, Haineko!” Audrey called out.
Claire muttered something softly that nobody could hear, and the Happiny pulled the rock out of its makeshift belt and through it into the air. The rock exploded before Haineko the Eevee could begin its move. When the light faded, there were two Happiny, both preparing to dodge the Eevee’s assault. The Eevee snarled and leaped for one of the Happiny, and sank its teeth deep into the Happiny before leaping away to prepare for its next assault.
“Happiny!” Claire said, barely loud enough for the people in the stands to hear over the muffled fair sounds. “Use Drain Punch!”
“Haineko, this is ridiculous. We shouldn’t even be in the same league. Use Take Down.” Audrey shook her head and rolled her eyes.
For a moment, the Eevee didn’t do anything, choosing between the two targets before it, then darted towards the Happiny it hadn’t attacked yet. It slammed into its target, rolling over and over, scratching and clawing, but taking the impact each time that the pair rolled over. Suddenly, the Eevee didn’t have anything but a solid, white rock to scratch, and the Happiny was coming down hard from above it.
“In an excellent turn of events, Claire’s Happiny used the stone that it carries around as a decoy, and Haineko fell for it, giving Happiny the perfect opportunity to strike.”
The albino Eevee staggered back from Happiny’s assault, while the Happiny bounced back and forth, ready for the next assault. “That won’t save you again!” Audrey called out to Claire. “Haineko is between Happiny and its stone. This time you are going down! Haineko—Take Down one more time!” Claire smiled faintly, and her lips moved, but nobody could hear her response.
As the white Eevee leaped for the Chansey devolution, the Happiny seemd to inhale, then paused for a moment. The white Pokémon slammed into the Happiny, and sent it tumbling. Then, suddenly, a massive gout of flame seprated the two, sending the Eevee flying for a second before slamming back down to earth, its spectacular white fur singed and smoking.
Claire’s lips moved once more and she smiled triumphantly, but Audrey’s confident smirk never wavered. “Right where we want it,” She called out. “Haineko. Take Down!” The Eevee charged forward, and slammed into the Happiny, who made no attempt to get out of the way, and merely stood up after the Eevee had moved off.
Audrey laughed. “It can’t even attack anymore? That’s pathetic! Eevee, finish it off! Shadow Ball!” the Eevee paused, its mouth open, a growing ball of dark energy growing inside its mouth.
Then, suddenly, Claire shouted. “Now, Happiny! Fire now!” The difference in volume of the young girl’s voice made the announcer jump.
“No time to waste!” Audrey hissed. “You fire now too!”
In that moment, an incredible thing happened. Just as the snow white Eevee sent a large ball of dark energy hurtling towards its opponent, the Happiny sent a beam of pure white energy slamming back into the albino. Both of the Pokémon were enveloped in a cloud of dust, and everyone eagerly waited for the dust to settle. When it did, both Pokémon were lying on the ground, unconscious.
Audrey stared at her battered Eevee in disbelief, while Claire proudly recalled her Happiny. Even though both were now ineligible for the Tournament, it had been a real battle. It had pushed her to her limits, and she had pushed back. She had been lucky that the local Nurse Joy had let her borrow the Happiny. She had been planning on using her regular—good old Fangy, her Rattata. Or maybe Goldilocks, her Goldeen. But when Nurse Joy had offered, she couldn’t have refused. The Happiny knowing all those TM Moves was just a bonus.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the announcer began again. “I hereby declare this match a stalemate! What an opening to the Tournament we’ve had!” There was a bright flash, and the force fields protecting the fair came down. “I can’t imagine a better battle! We’ll have a ten minute break to reset the field and bring in the next trainers. Don’t go anywhere—we’ll be right back!”
and in the process of writing this, I realized exactly why I hate writing battle scenes. It's just too much work for too little output. There's hardly any character development going on. Usually I just skip past battles, and stick with the characters, and that probably shows in here.
But in any case, here is my attempt at a 1v1 Battle Sequence (complete with game timing for the Pokemon, explained by having a standard way of having a one move for one move standard for competition
)EDIT: Blargh....forgot to put ORIGINAL in the title....now I can't do it.
+++++
“And what a wonderful match we have for you today!” the announcer yelled through a bullhorn as he paced up and down in front of the bleachers. “The First Annual Junior Pokémon Olympics is about to kick off, and the first battle will surely be one for the ages!” It was a warm day, and the wind was blowing hard. Many in attendance were wearing shorts and T-shirts.
The small Battle arena, its lines marked out in white paint that stood in stark contrast to the rich earth on which it lay. The arena was small for a Pokémon battle, but it was all that the small fair could afford. The organizers had had to fight hard just to get this small space for a short time.
The battle that was about to take place was during the annual Cerulean City Regional Fair. Not far off were an assortment of rides, vendors called out to fair-goers in hopes that they would buy their strange-looking, over-priced fare, and everywhere farmers and ranchers and Pokémon Breeders proudly showed their accomplishments, and offered samples of food, produce, or Pokémon for sale.
The two stands that had been brought to the makeshift arena were of sturdy construction, and a couple dozen spectators sat on the hard seats, eager to see the battle. Around the perimeter of the area marked off for the battles were a dozen Psychics and their Pokémon, waiting for their signal to activate Barriers to prevent any stray attacks from hitting either the spectators or anything else in the fair.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the announcer began again, his voice rising to heighten the anticipation of the crowd. “In the red jersey, we have Claire St. Michaels, a first-year Vermillion City trainer yearning for greatness.” He turned and gestured towards the left set of stands, and a young girl, probably about ten years old, stood up. She waved shyly, her eyes not quite focusing on anything, and carefully picked her way through the people sitting in front of her, while she slid a badly fitting red jersey over her T-shirt.
Claire wasn’t much too look at, and didn’t stick out much in a crowd. She wore her hair in a dark pigtail that she usually had hanging over one shoulder. Claire adjusted her overalls as she reached the announcer, and shied away from him slightly as he put one arm around her. “Claire’s been training hard at Surge’s gym, folks, getting ready for the match all year. As you all know, there are two ways to get into this competition—apply for it from an application we had put out in Pokémon Trainer’s Monthly, or win a preliminary match that we had about a month ago.”
Claire, sensing that the announcer had forgotten about her, shied away from him, and stepped away from him, looking down at her feet shyly, her hands clasped nervously in front of her, shifting her weight from foot to booted foot. The announcer merely let his hand hang for a moment, then began gesturing for the audience’s benefit as he continued to speak. “Well, Claire here tried both. She tried out in the preliminaries and was just barely edged out. But the letter that she sent us deeply moved us all, and we decided that we would make an exception in her case.”
“Her challenger is the winner of the Viridian City Fair, and applied to enter our tournament as well.” The announcer grinned, and his voice softened, and he leaned towards his audience as if to convey a secret. “She’s sixteen and the poster-child for potential—I’m sure she needs no further introduction—ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Audrey Jones!”
A young woman walked out onto the field, already wearing the loose-fitting blue jersey that had been assigned to her. She was smiling confidently, making eye contact with the crowd, and was waving with both hands. Here and there small spatters of applause broke out, mainly from the younger part of the audience.
“Ladies, this will be a one on one fight, five minute time limit, no items, no outside help,” the announcer began, then covered the microphone and continued. “I want a clean fight, using the standard Indigo League rules. One to one technique ratio, standard multi-use technique restrictions apply.” Audrey immediately nodded, her emerald eyes flashing with determination. Claire was slower in responding, not being used to an actual battle, it took her a little while to remember what everything meant. But once she remembered, she nodded slowly.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the announcer began, leaving the pair of trainers, and taking several steps towards the audience. “Let the tournament begin!” He half-turned towards the trainers, so he was facing both of them at once. “Trainers, take your places!” At that, there was a low hum, and there were a half-dozen flashes that past so quickly some of the people in attendance wondered if they had missed them. The Psychic shields had been activated, and they were clear, but just translucent enough to show their boundaries while still revealing what happened within and without their borders.
The trainers walked to the rectangles that had been painted for them to stand in, and faced each other, Audrey smirking confidently at her opponent and Claire staring down at the ground in front of her, her eyes unfocused. “Trainers,” the announcer shouted, his grin broadening. “Release your Pokémon!”
Instantly, a beam of light shot out from a ball that materialized in Audrey’s hand, and a small, brown shape appeared. Its long, tapered ears twitched as the small fox rotated them to get a better angle on all the noise that came through the barriers, even though it was slightly muffled. The Eevee that stood there on the competition grounds that day was Audrey’s crowning achievement. Eevee were rare and hard to breed, and it had cost Audrey and her family a pretty penny to find someone willing to breed one specifically for her. Anyone who knew anything about Audrey knew that she had to have a very special Pokémon, or none at all. Her Eevee was albino—its fur white as the driven snow, its eyes as pink as on of Gym Leader Whitney’s birthday parties. Nobody knew how much the young Pokémon had cost, but its value was estimated in the hundreds of millions. Audrey and her Eevee looked haughtily across the circle, waiting for Claire’s Pokémon to be revealed.
Claire, for her part, looked at the Eevee interestedly for several moments, her eyes darting from Pokémon to trainer, then she slowly reachd behind her back, into a small fanny pack that she kept hidden beneath her coat, and carefully pulled a Pokéball out and held it in front of her. She smiled down at it, and kissed it tenderly. There was no conversation from anyone in the stands as everyone watched eagerly to see what kind of Pokémon would appear from Claire’s Pokéball to face off against the startling Eevee.
A red beam shot out from the Pokéball, its speed startling many of those watching after Claire’s slow movements. Everyone watched with baited breath as the Pokémon appeared. The creature was small and pink. It was absurdly rotund and had limbs that looked ridiculously short next to its large, egg-like body. The Happiny waved happily to the audience, and bounced around, its legs not quite long enough to do any actual walking, excitedly.
The announcer wiped his brow. He hadn’t been sure what Pokémon Claire would have chosen from her team, and he had been hoping that it wouldn’t be her Rattata. But she couldn’t have made a better choice. Two rare Pokémon facing off in the first match of the first Cerulean Fair Pokémon Tournament? What better press could he get? “Let the match begin!” he shouted.
“Haineko,” Audrey called out. “Convince it that it doesn’t belong here! Bite it!” Audrey smirked, waiting for Claire to call out her command so that the two Pokémon could actually trade blows.
For several seconds, Claire said nothing. Her eyes were unfocused, and she just stared into space. Then her tiny Pokémon tugged on her pants leg and she blinked several times. “Happiny,” she said quietly. “Use Light Screen.” Happiny bounced towards the Eevee, and instantly the crouched felinid was darting towards its opponent, only to be forcibly knocked aside as a force field slammed into the Eevee’s side.
“Extraordinary!” the announcer yelled for onlookers who would not understand what had just happened. “Claire’s Happiny used the existing force fields we have to create another force field to protect itself. But not only did it do that, it used it offensively to forc eAudrey’s Eevee to give up on its advance! Unfortunately, that means that the Light Screen isn’t a full protection, and Audrey’s Eevee still has a way around the shield.
“Again, Haineko!” Audrey called out.
Claire muttered something softly that nobody could hear, and the Happiny pulled the rock out of its makeshift belt and through it into the air. The rock exploded before Haineko the Eevee could begin its move. When the light faded, there were two Happiny, both preparing to dodge the Eevee’s assault. The Eevee snarled and leaped for one of the Happiny, and sank its teeth deep into the Happiny before leaping away to prepare for its next assault.
“Happiny!” Claire said, barely loud enough for the people in the stands to hear over the muffled fair sounds. “Use Drain Punch!”
“Haineko, this is ridiculous. We shouldn’t even be in the same league. Use Take Down.” Audrey shook her head and rolled her eyes.
For a moment, the Eevee didn’t do anything, choosing between the two targets before it, then darted towards the Happiny it hadn’t attacked yet. It slammed into its target, rolling over and over, scratching and clawing, but taking the impact each time that the pair rolled over. Suddenly, the Eevee didn’t have anything but a solid, white rock to scratch, and the Happiny was coming down hard from above it.
“In an excellent turn of events, Claire’s Happiny used the stone that it carries around as a decoy, and Haineko fell for it, giving Happiny the perfect opportunity to strike.”
The albino Eevee staggered back from Happiny’s assault, while the Happiny bounced back and forth, ready for the next assault. “That won’t save you again!” Audrey called out to Claire. “Haineko is between Happiny and its stone. This time you are going down! Haineko—Take Down one more time!” Claire smiled faintly, and her lips moved, but nobody could hear her response.
As the white Eevee leaped for the Chansey devolution, the Happiny seemd to inhale, then paused for a moment. The white Pokémon slammed into the Happiny, and sent it tumbling. Then, suddenly, a massive gout of flame seprated the two, sending the Eevee flying for a second before slamming back down to earth, its spectacular white fur singed and smoking.
Claire’s lips moved once more and she smiled triumphantly, but Audrey’s confident smirk never wavered. “Right where we want it,” She called out. “Haineko. Take Down!” The Eevee charged forward, and slammed into the Happiny, who made no attempt to get out of the way, and merely stood up after the Eevee had moved off.
Audrey laughed. “It can’t even attack anymore? That’s pathetic! Eevee, finish it off! Shadow Ball!” the Eevee paused, its mouth open, a growing ball of dark energy growing inside its mouth.
Then, suddenly, Claire shouted. “Now, Happiny! Fire now!” The difference in volume of the young girl’s voice made the announcer jump.
“No time to waste!” Audrey hissed. “You fire now too!”
In that moment, an incredible thing happened. Just as the snow white Eevee sent a large ball of dark energy hurtling towards its opponent, the Happiny sent a beam of pure white energy slamming back into the albino. Both of the Pokémon were enveloped in a cloud of dust, and everyone eagerly waited for the dust to settle. When it did, both Pokémon were lying on the ground, unconscious.
Audrey stared at her battered Eevee in disbelief, while Claire proudly recalled her Happiny. Even though both were now ineligible for the Tournament, it had been a real battle. It had pushed her to her limits, and she had pushed back. She had been lucky that the local Nurse Joy had let her borrow the Happiny. She had been planning on using her regular—good old Fangy, her Rattata. Or maybe Goldilocks, her Goldeen. But when Nurse Joy had offered, she couldn’t have refused. The Happiny knowing all those TM Moves was just a bonus.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the announcer began again. “I hereby declare this match a stalemate! What an opening to the Tournament we’ve had!” There was a bright flash, and the force fields protecting the fair came down. “I can’t imagine a better battle! We’ll have a ten minute break to reset the field and bring in the next trainers. Don’t go anywhere—we’ll be right back!”
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