02-25-2015, 05:27 PM
"GURDURRR!!" the burly hominid yowled, flourishing a hunky I-beam of iron and spinning it like a propeller above his head in a gaudy display of might. Sprinting forth, he effortlessly swung the aberrant weapon of choice with a horizontal sweep. Reactively hopping from the ground, Bisharp narrowly evaded the crimson girder as it paved through the empty air beneath him. Such a predictably brash head-on attack was no sweat to the spry pokemon. Landing nimbly upon loose soil, the armored warrior dashed in to close the distance. Lunging at the hooligan like a torpedo, he straightened all four limbs to pencil his posture.
Klang!
Bisharp's bladed helm clashed against Gurdurr's rectangular rafter as he pressed it firmly against his torso to parry the aggressor. The screech of metal against metal pierced the ravenous jabber of the gawking audience, a splash of sparks lighting the dusk-laden arena. "Ho ho! The match heats up within seconds! Gurdurr protected himself against Bisharp's 'Iron Head' attack with his trusty, well, girder! Can brawn defeat blades? Let's find out shall we?!" imparted Blaziken to rile up the crowd, invoking an orchestra of eager cheers.
The veiny brute struggled to keep his sprightly foe at bay, pushing forward with all the strength he could muster. Bisharp pressed on, the axe-like protrusion of his helmet grinding against smooth iron; with a creak it began to bend and fold ever slightly, submitting to the contender's tenacity. Before his makeshift shield buckled, Gurdurr shifted his weight and pressed the beam upward to break the stalemate, using the bladed pokemon's unrelenting momentum against itself as Bisharp shot up to the air like a loosed arrow.
Capitalizing on sudden disarray, the goliath liberated his iron block with a grunt, hurling it into the skyward foe's midsection. Bisharp winced as the metallic projectile's weight bowed his trajectory, slamming him into the grainy terrain below. "A mighty 'Rock Throw' attack! Using his girder instead of an orthodox stone, he fells the enemy with a colossal blow! Can Bisharp turn the tables after such a gut-wrenching strike?!"
— — — — — — —
"Om nom gom nommy nom" odious munching pattered from the vacant banquet hall, of which a smorgasbord of intricately tailored forage and provisions lye splayed out in a buffet line. Treats and chow littered the table, spanning the alcove's entirety. Frolicking about, Luffy dashed from one end to another, shoveling sugary sweets and savory meats of boundless sorts into his gaping void of a mouth. The rubber glutton had stumbled upon his own personal haven.
"Mmmmm! Dish ish sho good, twy shum!" Straw Hat muffled with remnants of foodstuffs lingering out from his swollen jowls, gesturing a plate to his petal-propped acquaintance. "O-oh, no thanks mister stretch. I only feed off the nectar of flowers, hehe" Flabébé bashfully declined as a droplet of sweat drooped down her pale face, astonished by the rubber pirate's insatiable appetite. Luffy returned a perplexed look before shrugging his shoulders. "More for me! Glom nommy nom."
"You there, halt at once!" a brigade of sentries shuffled in, hastily spreading out into semicircle formation. The centermost guard towered over his subordinates, sporting a husky physique reminiscent of a boar, orange and cocoa fur complete with a pair of ivory tusks arching upward from its lower jaw. Enthralled by the utopia of grub, Luffy paid them no mind, choking down an entire ham. "As chief officer of the Flame Garrison, I command you to spit that out this instance you meddling buffoon! These libations are for the ceremony tom-" the gruff bipedal's demands were cut short as one of his pig-like guardsman stepped forward, equipped with unnerved expression.
"Chief! It's a . . . a human!" The stumpy officer's words silenced the hubbub. Realization brushed over the indomitable leader, "Human?! That's . . . this is unprecedented. No human has braved this haven in ages! What is your name lad? . . . And stop eating already!" A tremorous stomp finally drew Straw Hat's attention away from his gorge. "Ah? Oh, I'm Luffy! This stuff is great! Kahaha! Who're you walrus?" The pirate gleefully mocked in riposte. "W-walrus? Ergh! I am Emboar, chieftain of this Pignite squadron! Hey! Not funny!" The sentinel's blazing collar flared up to emphasize rage as his troops struggled to withhold their snorts of laughter.
"He's just an ignorant lout, sir!" Flabébé intervened, floating betwixt the two scrappers. "This one lost his crew somewhere on the island and was starving, please show mercy," The flower pokemon pleaded, calming Emboar from his ire. "You ally with a human, little one? And his crew? You mean to say there are more of his kind trifling about?" The beastly guard inquired with a harsh tone, intimidating the fairy into seeking safety behind Luffy's shoulder.
"Oy, Bébé is my friend, don't bully her like that." Straw Hat compelled, stepping forward and closing the proximity between them. "I ate the food without permission, it was delicious. I'll do you a favor as repayment, how's that?" He grinned with an amiable countenance, planting a hand upon his hat and tilting it back to reveal his friendly inclination. Emboar stood quietly, mulling over the intruder's offer.
"Hmmmmmm . . . ahah! This must be fateful timing, geheheh. Tomorrow at dawn, this colosseum's annual event will commence. As punishment for this misdeed, you will participate! Let us see how a meager human fares against the mightiest Pokemon of Cinnabar. Luffy, was it? You will rest in our dorms for the night under close watch. Now go, and prepare yourself for the Grand Fighting Festival!"
— — — — — — —
"Guhh . . . Hahh . . . Hah . . . Phew," Buggy hunched over, drawing in as much air his overworked lungs could contain. "Damn that . . . shitty skunk!" he cursed, bearing a visage of burning wrath. A thought bubble inflated above his dome depicting himself punting the Skuntank clear over the horizon. Popping the mental cloud, Kilala peeked out from his bulbous headwear and nuzzled his cheek with sunny disposition. Clamping his lips, Bubble Man fought off a chuckle as Red Nose stared blankly with a peeved expression before veering his attention to a snickering Slowking.
"Not funny! And why didn't ya' use your psycho powers on it, shellhead?!" The star clown proposed, prodding away Kilala's incessant nestling. "Instead you had us scampering around this flashy forest! I've seen enough green for one day!"
"Ahem," the pudgy psionic brought a clenched hand to his chops and cleared his throat, "I presume you mean psychic. I've previously clarified my disdain for harming fellow Pokemon. That Skuntank was merely protecting its territory. Too quickly do you forget that it is you outsiders whom are not native to this land. Suffice to say, your very presence on this restricted land poses a danger to its inhabitants," Slowking resolved, clasping his hands behind his back. Shuffling around his clothing, a light bulb dinged over Buggy's head.
"Crap! I lost one of my frickin' knives during that fiasco! Tossing one at that wretched little . . . Wait, there it is!" He shot a finger at Slowking's wincing conch shell. Sprinting over posthaste, with a forceful tug he plucked his dagger from the sentient crown.
Thunk!
Sprrrt.
"Gyaaaaah!! It's losing blood fast!" Red Nose shrieked as crimson ooze sprayed from the gouge wound. Suddenly, the royal advisor began to teeter. "I'm, aww . . . feeling a bit . . . woo . . . ozy," Slowking murmured before collapsing like a sack of potatoes. "The hell?! Why did he faint if it was his flashy helmet?!" The clown pirate yammered. "Damn! We gotta' find this guy medical attention stat!"
Trekking over to a slight aperture in the brush, Bubble Man flushed over with a wave of relief. "Quick, over here! I bet there's someone in there that can help. It looks like a . . . a colosseum!"
Klang!
Bisharp's bladed helm clashed against Gurdurr's rectangular rafter as he pressed it firmly against his torso to parry the aggressor. The screech of metal against metal pierced the ravenous jabber of the gawking audience, a splash of sparks lighting the dusk-laden arena. "Ho ho! The match heats up within seconds! Gurdurr protected himself against Bisharp's 'Iron Head' attack with his trusty, well, girder! Can brawn defeat blades? Let's find out shall we?!" imparted Blaziken to rile up the crowd, invoking an orchestra of eager cheers.
The veiny brute struggled to keep his sprightly foe at bay, pushing forward with all the strength he could muster. Bisharp pressed on, the axe-like protrusion of his helmet grinding against smooth iron; with a creak it began to bend and fold ever slightly, submitting to the contender's tenacity. Before his makeshift shield buckled, Gurdurr shifted his weight and pressed the beam upward to break the stalemate, using the bladed pokemon's unrelenting momentum against itself as Bisharp shot up to the air like a loosed arrow.
Capitalizing on sudden disarray, the goliath liberated his iron block with a grunt, hurling it into the skyward foe's midsection. Bisharp winced as the metallic projectile's weight bowed his trajectory, slamming him into the grainy terrain below. "A mighty 'Rock Throw' attack! Using his girder instead of an orthodox stone, he fells the enemy with a colossal blow! Can Bisharp turn the tables after such a gut-wrenching strike?!"
— — — — — — —
"Om nom gom nommy nom" odious munching pattered from the vacant banquet hall, of which a smorgasbord of intricately tailored forage and provisions lye splayed out in a buffet line. Treats and chow littered the table, spanning the alcove's entirety. Frolicking about, Luffy dashed from one end to another, shoveling sugary sweets and savory meats of boundless sorts into his gaping void of a mouth. The rubber glutton had stumbled upon his own personal haven.
"Mmmmm! Dish ish sho good, twy shum!" Straw Hat muffled with remnants of foodstuffs lingering out from his swollen jowls, gesturing a plate to his petal-propped acquaintance. "O-oh, no thanks mister stretch. I only feed off the nectar of flowers, hehe" Flabébé bashfully declined as a droplet of sweat drooped down her pale face, astonished by the rubber pirate's insatiable appetite. Luffy returned a perplexed look before shrugging his shoulders. "More for me! Glom nommy nom."
"You there, halt at once!" a brigade of sentries shuffled in, hastily spreading out into semicircle formation. The centermost guard towered over his subordinates, sporting a husky physique reminiscent of a boar, orange and cocoa fur complete with a pair of ivory tusks arching upward from its lower jaw. Enthralled by the utopia of grub, Luffy paid them no mind, choking down an entire ham. "As chief officer of the Flame Garrison, I command you to spit that out this instance you meddling buffoon! These libations are for the ceremony tom-" the gruff bipedal's demands were cut short as one of his pig-like guardsman stepped forward, equipped with unnerved expression.
"Chief! It's a . . . a human!" The stumpy officer's words silenced the hubbub. Realization brushed over the indomitable leader, "Human?! That's . . . this is unprecedented. No human has braved this haven in ages! What is your name lad? . . . And stop eating already!" A tremorous stomp finally drew Straw Hat's attention away from his gorge. "Ah? Oh, I'm Luffy! This stuff is great! Kahaha! Who're you walrus?" The pirate gleefully mocked in riposte. "W-walrus? Ergh! I am Emboar, chieftain of this Pignite squadron! Hey! Not funny!" The sentinel's blazing collar flared up to emphasize rage as his troops struggled to withhold their snorts of laughter.
"He's just an ignorant lout, sir!" Flabébé intervened, floating betwixt the two scrappers. "This one lost his crew somewhere on the island and was starving, please show mercy," The flower pokemon pleaded, calming Emboar from his ire. "You ally with a human, little one? And his crew? You mean to say there are more of his kind trifling about?" The beastly guard inquired with a harsh tone, intimidating the fairy into seeking safety behind Luffy's shoulder.
"Oy, Bébé is my friend, don't bully her like that." Straw Hat compelled, stepping forward and closing the proximity between them. "I ate the food without permission, it was delicious. I'll do you a favor as repayment, how's that?" He grinned with an amiable countenance, planting a hand upon his hat and tilting it back to reveal his friendly inclination. Emboar stood quietly, mulling over the intruder's offer.
"Hmmmmmm . . . ahah! This must be fateful timing, geheheh. Tomorrow at dawn, this colosseum's annual event will commence. As punishment for this misdeed, you will participate! Let us see how a meager human fares against the mightiest Pokemon of Cinnabar. Luffy, was it? You will rest in our dorms for the night under close watch. Now go, and prepare yourself for the Grand Fighting Festival!"
— — — — — — —
"Guhh . . . Hahh . . . Hah . . . Phew," Buggy hunched over, drawing in as much air his overworked lungs could contain. "Damn that . . . shitty skunk!" he cursed, bearing a visage of burning wrath. A thought bubble inflated above his dome depicting himself punting the Skuntank clear over the horizon. Popping the mental cloud, Kilala peeked out from his bulbous headwear and nuzzled his cheek with sunny disposition. Clamping his lips, Bubble Man fought off a chuckle as Red Nose stared blankly with a peeved expression before veering his attention to a snickering Slowking.
"Not funny! And why didn't ya' use your psycho powers on it, shellhead?!" The star clown proposed, prodding away Kilala's incessant nestling. "Instead you had us scampering around this flashy forest! I've seen enough green for one day!"
"Ahem," the pudgy psionic brought a clenched hand to his chops and cleared his throat, "I presume you mean psychic. I've previously clarified my disdain for harming fellow Pokemon. That Skuntank was merely protecting its territory. Too quickly do you forget that it is you outsiders whom are not native to this land. Suffice to say, your very presence on this restricted land poses a danger to its inhabitants," Slowking resolved, clasping his hands behind his back. Shuffling around his clothing, a light bulb dinged over Buggy's head.
"Crap! I lost one of my frickin' knives during that fiasco! Tossing one at that wretched little . . . Wait, there it is!" He shot a finger at Slowking's wincing conch shell. Sprinting over posthaste, with a forceful tug he plucked his dagger from the sentient crown.
Thunk!
Sprrrt.
"Gyaaaaah!! It's losing blood fast!" Red Nose shrieked as crimson ooze sprayed from the gouge wound. Suddenly, the royal advisor began to teeter. "I'm, aww . . . feeling a bit . . . woo . . . ozy," Slowking murmured before collapsing like a sack of potatoes. "The hell?! Why did he faint if it was his flashy helmet?!" The clown pirate yammered. "Damn! We gotta' find this guy medical attention stat!"
Trekking over to a slight aperture in the brush, Bubble Man flushed over with a wave of relief. "Quick, over here! I bet there's someone in there that can help. It looks like a . . . a colosseum!"
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