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Silver

[personal profile] notsmall 2015-11-19 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
((continued from))

[it was a warning, or perhaps an invitation, the monster's attack. Easy enough to deflect, but exciting nonetheless. Especially since fire seemed to be the theme here, Iwatooshi would have no shortage of fun if this fight really did happen.]


Oho, a beast master, then! Are you going to have me fight your companion? I can't promise all will end well if I do.

[he shifts, heavy boots now planted on the ground in a wide stance as he readies his blade. A quick motion and he thrusts the unbladed end towards the monster, aiming to shove it away.]

Show me, then! I'd like to see your worst!!
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[personal profile] refuses 2015-11-20 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Really? You're that crazy?

[ a cheeky hmph puffs through his mouth. crazy in terms of everything, huh. who'd be insane enough to go up against a pokemon?? ( probably someone that has some sort of skill ) even then, he holds his hands up in an audacious gesture, complete with a smirk. he cares about typhlosion— so much that he knows he'll be doing a lot worse to the both of them if he declined. he couldn't resist challenges, and his fiery companion was the same way, feeling that surge of the rivalry heart silver brings with him from home, and stomps one of his hind legs onto the ground when the end of the other's blade is pointing to him, growling. ]

I'm not responsible for any lives you lose here.

[ typhlosion looks to silver one last time— he's never fought a human before, not directly. and in any other place, even out around the colony, this would be a no go. there's still a sort of "is this okay" sort of look he gives his trainer, and silver reassures him. he trusts him, so— with a nod from the trainer, typhlosion takes a step forward, sounding a barked roar, where the shimmering marks of red around his neck spark with ember, and burst into a brilliant crown of flames over his shoulders.

bring it hehe >:) ]