Gliscor charged down towards the Relicanth at breakneck speed, with all the power of a freight train behind him. It looked like he was attacking the waves for a second as the air displaced by my trusted Gliscor's wings slammed into the water, sending spray from the lake up in all directions. I blinked the light mist of water out of my eyes and, in that time, the attack was over. Gliscor leapt back into the skies, flying high above the waters, leaving the Relicanth bobbing just below the water's surface, slightly weaker than he was before.
Suddenly, a thundercrack split the sky. It starteld me so much, I nearly fell out of our tiny boat. I looked up to see black, forboding stormclouds, racing in from across the lake and shores. The swirling clouds were heading right for us!
I looked back to the battle and, while it might be just a trick of the light in the water, was convinced that I saw the Relicanth smile a bit. This was the Relicanth's doing! A Rain Dance! I racked my brain for knowledge about the Relicanth's species. It was water type, so the Rain would certainly give it a boost to power. But what else?
As the water dropletts began to fall on the lake ahead of us, leaving more and more intersecting ripples in the otherwise still waters, I figured out what I had been missing. Relicanth's special ability! The rain wouldn't just give it a power boost to water moves, it would raise the Pokemon's speed as well!
I had to act quickly. Another lightning bolt split the clouds, arcing between them in a mad dance of electricity. The storm was upon us now. I could feel the drops landing in my hair, individually at first, but picking up frequency until it felt as though someone was simply dumping a bucket of water on my head. A very large bucket, very steadily.
"Be careful, this will make Relicanth a lot stronger and faster," my Ranger said to me, confirming my suspicions. "You should think about attempting the capture very soon. On the flip side, a failure will probably mean you'll lose the ball."
I looked to my Gliscor, to see how he was faring with this new twist to the battle. He seemed unhappy, but that was understandable. Gliscor didn't really enjoy the water that much. 'Strongly disliked being in the company of' is a better term for it, I think. He enjoyed the water at about the sane level he enjoyed snow. In fact, he was still mildly annoyed at me for choosing to go to this portion of the park in the first place. Too wet. Aside from his unhappiness, the only real change was that he was wet.
Then it hit me, like one of those lightningbolts that streaked the sky as the rainstorm continued. If he was wet already, he probably wouldn't mind getting a bit more thoroughly soaked. Especially if he was doing something a bit unorthodox in the process.
I took off the backpack I was wearing, (a rather dull one, I have to admit) and rummaged around in it for a bit. When my hand hit the smooth, cold surface of one of the various Pokeballs in my bag, I grabbed it and pulled it out. It was a regular Park Ball. I shook my head, dropped it back into the bag and finally found what I was looking for: a Hyper Ball. I made a mental note to myself to organize my backpack more thoroughly before my next trip into the park.
"Well, Chainy," I said to my Ranger. "It looks like I'm gonna be taking your advice. But first..."
I turned to my Gliscor and gave him a grin, to tell him that he'd get to do something... Interesting. There was another blinding flash of lightning and a booming crack of thunder. There was no delay between them. The storm was completely upon us. Now was the time to act.
"Gliscor!" I called out, trying my best to be heard over the racket of the raging storm. "Dive just below the surface of the water with a Quick Attack and use your stinger to fling the Relicanth high into the air!"
As soon as my starter Pokemon heard the command, he lunged into action. I tossed the Hyper Ball once or twice in my hand, contemplating the situation even more. How much of my command had he heard over the cacaphony of thunderclaps and raindrops the Relicanth had summond? Would he be willing to submerge himself completely in the chilled lakewater in order to make the Relicanth a clearer target for my throwing arm?
I couldn't tell. My Gliscor's arrogance when it came to battling matched my own. We'd had many battles where he, despite being cloaked in sand and nearly impossible to hit, would charge out into the open to strike at the enemy with an extremely powerful attack, all because he could. While this was characteristic of my Gliscor, I had ordered at least half of those blind assults. We matched fairly well in that way. They one thing we disagreed on was water. I loved to swim. In fact, if I had fallen in earlier, when that first thunderclap had sounded, echoing across the lake, I probably wouldn't have climbed back into the boat so that I could tread water in the nice, refreshing lake. My Gliscor, on the other hand, has had a dislike for water, ever since his first battle with my rival's Piplup...
"Well, I see you've caught the Magby," my rival said with a mocking smile on his face, his words that should have been encouraging seeping with venemous sarcasm. "I don't suppose you've battled anybody recently. Scratch that, ever."
His words stung like a Beedrill: swiftly, powerfully and without warning. I had just saved him from having his bright, fire-colored hair turned into the element of it's color by the very same Magby he had mentioned. The very same Magby that was safe in a Pokeball and attached to my belt. Yet he still treated me like I was a little kid that knew nothing. Even though I was, considering his advantage in height, age and experience with Pokemon, I was furious. I charged right into his trap.
"Let's change that then!" I shouted at him. My Gligar nodded his consent.
"All right. Let's battle."
The battle was short, and made me feel horrible in a deep-down, destructive sort of way.
Ignoring my Gligar's blinding Quick Attacks, my rival's Piplup first trapped my poor pal in a vicious Whirlpool of bubbles, preventing his escape. Then, he blasted my Gligar with a bitter cold ray of ice. Ice Beam.
I didn't think that Piplup could learn that move. I even checked my Pokedex, and it told me in a mild monotone that Piplup couldn't learn it by level up. I said just that to my rival, confused and irritated.
"Hah!" he said. "Ice Beam is a TM! I'm going to use it in the Threeshore Gym and win the badge. But first, I have to beat you!
While I knew that his father was an executive for the Silph Co branch in Eversky City, the biggest city in the region, and I also knew that they made TMs as well as other useful items for trainers, the pieces didn't fit into the puzzle in my head until after the battle.
Next, I sent out my Magby, knowing that Fire was weak to Water and that my new friend was still weak from the battle I caught him in. He wouldn't last long.
I was right. A torrent of water blasted the Fire Pokemon into the ground before it could even react.
My Gligar, now a Gliscor, had of course seen how the events played out and how I ran as fast as I could to heal up my two friends. He still doesn't like the water, a natural aversion made even more powerful by the bitter memory of being trapped inside the whirling of the water.
All of this came to mind in a split second as my Gliscor raced ever closer to the water. I threw my Hyper Ball high into the air above the battlefield, letting gravity and my Gliscor's speed do the rest of the work. With any luck, the Relicanth would be caught as it was flung high into the air. With any luck...