10th April 2015, 11:51 AM
OoC: Sorry for the late reply. Just wanted to say the first paragraph isn't a dig against you or other updater, just a bit of character development. Also in the last update I changed Shieldon's Heart Container for the Heat Rock Drummond gave me.
Originally Posted by MarbleZone
Tiresome. Both in action and attitude, the shining glean Pokémon battles once had was waning fast over the multiple years trainer Matthew Brown had adventured in the zones of Fizzy Bubbles. His strongest and battle-hungry were now at the top of their level; his starter, Rhyperior, claiming the title of Fizzy Bubbles alpha male via the skin of his teeth against Jessica, but with new challengers gradually climbing up the ladder he was sure the old Pokémon's dominance would soon be called into question, and battles would become the main focus once more. Never-the-less, Matthew Brown had come to hold a certain apathy against the necessities of battle, and a lack of sleep and doom-and-gloom scenario had only increased the distaste he felt for the art of conflict. There was nothing personal against those who entertained the idea, no crazed idea to join organisations like Team Plasma, whom solemnly swore against any and all trainers who held Pokémon in their possession, just a gradual depreciation for the repetitiveness fighting had come to. Like comparing 3rd and 4th edition D&D, the struggle with crusades often hinged on the balance of storytelling vs combat, the veteran Pokémon trainer now seeking a richer chronology as the clocked ticked ever closer towards any potential retirement, or worse, inevitable death.
His mind wandered to what the future held as he approached the big 3-0, if his continence in Fizzy Bubbles was the conclusion of his destiny. He stared at the landscape around him as the sound faded to a low hum, blanking out the carnage as Pokémon since released from his comrades begun to pick their enemies on the battlefield. His fate lay in the balance, and he was surrounded by life yet still somehow alone. Perhaps it was time for adventure away from the chaos, to search for the diamonds in the sea; items hidden in caverns by people long gone, guarded only by ghostly shadow and fearful superstition. Shieldon's hesitation brought the trainer crashing back down to earth, reminding him of the lack of future should he not survive the day out here in the arctic tundra. Daydreams of far of places meant nothing, but his Pokémon's presence made him he was not alone, not while he still breathed life into shaping his young team into the adults they were destined to become.
The sounds of scuffles quickly returned as his sharpness came rushing back, like a rusty blade edged on a ceramic wheel or rock. The trainers on his flanks had killed before as they eclipsed their former professions, putting Matthew at ease and on edge all at the same time. A Stoutland and Blaziken charged into the fight with ease, prompting Shieldon to attempt the same but its heavy weight and lack of footholds shut the delusion of grandeur down before it had even started. He had identified this as a problem from the very beginning, but was confident his little Pokémon could keep up with the savages he called his allies.
His inclination was right as Shieldon's first attack landed against one of the male Piloswine protecting the herd; the roar of discomfort making him cringe far more than a usual battle would. The pain seemed extra poignant, extra pronounced, as if the victims knew that a loss on this battlefield would mean an end to life. Words of encouragement from Jacob bore no real meaning as he felt the discomfort of continuing, the pack's male population slowly taking more damage than they were dishing out. He knew that if push came to shove he could kill, but if it wasn't necessary could he swallow his pride and leave a few males alive to repopulate the species or would his position be compromised if he showed any sign of weakness to the group of strangers so hell bent on killing for survival be a indication for exile.
His discomfort was confounded as Shieldon continued the onslaught he had laid out just a few seconds prior, pulling four large from the ground and slamming them into the face of the charging mammoth Pokémon. His realization of how one-sided each and every encounter was was confirmed as the Piloswine attempted an Ice Fang, the move bouncing off Shieldon's massive defensive shell before the Counter smashed it back. Here was a Pokémon fighting for its life too, as unaware of strategy and its foe as he was to the Shards. The parallels ran deep, each side being one step up in the food chain of life, vulnerable to the mysteries of the universe and the unknown.
“Good job Shieldon, turn it up with a Toxic to the eyes then while he's blinded shed some of your weight with a [b]Rock Polish[b]. If you get hit, reply with a Metal Burst but if you don't finish the round with an Ancient Power”