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12 DMG

Mudkip HP: -5

Once more the Growlithe's teeth would sink into moist flesh, and cold blood would wet the canines tongue. Again the Mudkip would fly far higher then one expected, rising high into the air.

">I R a Plane! I R a Bird!<" The Mudkip would call as she sailed through the air, flipping as she reached the peak of her ascent ">I R OVER 9000!!!!!<" She screamed with glee before plummeting towards the pond.

Right before striking the surface of the murky water, her final words would be ">So does this meen U don liek Mudkipz?<" After which she would pierce the surface of the pond...she would not return. It had been an odd battle....if one could even truthfully dub it as such...but it would seem Aiden had somehow won.

[Sir Aiden Gained: 94 EXP!]

[258/200]

Lv 3 --> Lv 4

Pokemon: Growlithe
Name & Level: Sir Aiden von Fegefeuer der Wüstenhund [Sir Aiden the Desert Dog of Purgatory] , 4
[Temperament] Quirky
Stats:
HP:19/19/PP:21/ATK:11/DEF:9[10]/SPD:11/SP-ATK:11/SP-DEF:10
MOVES: Bite, Morning Sun, Howl, Flame Charge
EXP: 58/300
Held Item: Resist Feather
Bio: After Riku was journeying back towards the beginning of the island, she ran across a strange Growlithe. He seemed a little older and stranger then most pokemon they had encountered and yet not as violent. He challenged the pair to a duel and lost. Ryuu managed to knock him out with a powerful Bite attack, though luckily the pokemon was still barely conscious. With that, the pair were able to capture the Growlithe and he is a good addition to their team.

Raven would enter the arena after a relatively short trek...something he was more then a little grateful for. There had indeed been a number of signs along the way. Along with those providing direction to the Pokemon Center and PokeMart.

Had it proven necessary to locate the place on his own, he feared not even a map would have saved him; and having a Flying-Type who could scout the area was of little use when the bird didn't know what the building was supposed to look like either...

Although, as that thought passed through his head, the boy would be prompted to call forth the Skarmory from his ball. Yes, he needed to train both Crowe and Requiem...but for the time being the Skarmory would be the first. Requiem had proven his might against an Onix, but the Steel-Type avian had saved him on more then a few occasions.

So it would be that a bright flash would briefly pierce the darkness of the Arena, and the boy would stand alone no longer, but with a fierce looking Skarmory at his side.


Pokemon: Skarmory [M]
Name & Level: Crowe, Lv 1
[Temperament] Quiet
Bio: Crowe was first encountered upon the second ring of Beginner Island amidst a crater. With wings that shimmered like steel, the bird no less landed upon the ground and challenged Raven to a duel directly. Battle fiercely against Genn, the conflict seemed to take an eternity as the two near immovable objects clashed. With a swift hand, Raven was able to throw a single PokeBall and capture the bird...with a slight chase soon to follow. Struck by the ball in the air, the capsule soon flew over the side of the crater, forcing Raven to pursue it by sliding down the side upon Genn's back. During the process of which the boy encountered a Sneasel...and soon both he and it were hanging off the crater by a branch. After a struggle and much dramatics, Raven was able to retrieve the ball, and save the little Dark-Type he had accidentally placed in a perilous situation. Since then Crowe has shown a strong sense of honour, reacting to nearly every battle as if it were a duel with that very thing on the line.

Shortly after the elimination of the Strike Student Trix's Meinfoo, Crowe too met oblivion at the hands of the girl's Magmar. His body burned down to cinders, an egg would form from the ashes due to the ability of Team Legacy's Guard Student. Reborn from the egg soon after, Raven gave him the same name he'd held in his previous life. Yet the experience of his death has changed the Skarmory. The memory haunts him, sending chills down his spine...the Skarmory has rarely spoken since the initial squawks at his rebirth.
Stats:
HP: 12/12, PP: 16, ATK: 6, DEF: 8, SPD: 5, SP-ATK: 6, SP-DEF: 6
MOVES:
- Peck
- Leer
- Ice Wind
Held Item:
EXP: 0/50

The boy would sigh briefly, rubbing his temple. Of course, no one had bothered to send word ahead. With one hand resting upon the hilt of his sword, the boy would turn to face the man "I'm aware of the infestation" He would state rather calmly.

Well that was half true. He'd know there were Rattatta, though in truth he hadn't known precisely how many were about. Enough to be considered an infestation apparently...

Shoulders squared, the boy would speak in a calm, even tone "I've come from the Co-Op Class, I'm the...exterminator, so to speak" Raven stated, waiting patiently after for the man to digest the information. They had a problem, and the boy presented himself as the solution.

"And here I forgot my electricity proof gloves" The boy remarked dryly. Of course he owned no such thing...his cloak was fire proof, but that was only useful in the presence of actual fire. Sufficient to say, they didn't want any of those starting while he was up there...

Nodding briefly, the boy would recall Crowe before heading up the ladder. Doubtless the Skarmory would have had some difficulty with the climb, but further more he didn't want the bird's metal wings accidentally striking an exposed wire.

The boy would consider speaking further with the man, but ultimately saw no value in it. He knew both his destination and his mission, that was all he required. Anything else would be unnecessary prattling or speaking the obvious. Instead the boy would simply ascend to the upper levels and proceed forward as best as he was able.

Raven grunted slightly as he pushed the pain to the back of his mind; he'd experience worse...well, not really. In fact the electricity running through his body was a whole new level of agony. He'd need to put some consideration into putting some electric proof lining in his cloak...

As the wire slipped free and Raven was able to stand fully, an abrupt groan would escape his lips. Being that he was roughly 5'4, attempting to stand up straight resulted in immediately bashing his head against the ceiling. They warned him about exposed wires, but not a low ceiling?

First a grunt, then a groan, now a sigh would escape the boy's mouth. This was not his day...worse yet, this would be more then a tight squeeze for battling with a Skarmory....but he suppose he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.

For now all he could do was move forward, his heavy boots echoing loudly against the floor. He had little doubt the Rattatta would hear him coming a mile away...but that served him just fine. They had nowhere to hide...and if they ran...well, eventually they'd have to run out of the arena to flee; that would serve his purpose just fine...

Raven scowled slightly as he surveyed the damage. He was beginning to wonder just how many Rattatta were lurking around up here...and how long this problem had been neglected simply due to petty reasons like size restraints.

Wandering closer to the scene, the child would crouch low. There was always something to be learned if one was willing to look closer. If not where the creatures had taken off to, then how many, or why they came here in the first place. Normally it was Pokemon such as Pikachu and Pichu best known for chewing wires; though Rattatta indeed carried their own bad reputation...

Surprisingly, while the odour did invade the boy's senses, it would be briefly at best and to little effect. He wasn't immune to bad smells, and certainly the scent of a Grimer or Trubbish would still send him promptly in the opposite direction; but after years of sleeping in and around dumpsters or trash cans he'd grown somewhat accustomed to foul smells such as these.

That didn't mean he was any less reluctant to physically touch a Pokemon's leavings of course...but he didn't exactly have something to do it.....with.....

Briefly the boy would blink. True he worse gloves, but that would still leave a rather unpleasant smell on his hands no doubt difficult to remove...but why? True his sword would be overkill and disgraceful, burning it would create more problems then solutions, but had he not recently acquired something for just such an occasion? An event where both sword and Pokemon were too much?

Reaching for his sword-belt, the boy would slowly remove one of the Seviper Fang 'daggers' he'd fashioned. Insufficient for combat against a Pokemon, but poo? He was fairly certain it could handle the situation.

Leaning a bit closer then he'd like, the boy would slowly begin poking and scraping at the leavings which glittered, carefully trying to unearth whatever lay within.

He of course would never remark on the details of this segment of his adventure...