Day One: Part 1

[Karl Jak]

Face to Face
#10 Alain Velgr vs #17 Lubbock

Lubbock had taken the long way around the East Blair Tunnel. As much as he would have loved to learn more about the strange, sad woman with the fiery eyes, he didn’t feel like taking another pointed piece of metal through the leg to figure out the story.

So after another hour or so of half-walking, half-limping down the island’s eastern highway, the green-haired man decided to take a little respite. After all, his map told him he was at the bottom corner of the island, which meant he’d have a wonderful view of the ocean from where he was at.

“Maybe I can watch the sunset from here…” Lubbock whispered to himself as he tried to find a spot to relax. Before he could, he spotted what seemed to be the air itself shaking a few yards away. “Huh?” He muttered as a man in red suddenly stepped out from nothing. “Hey, what’s up?” Lubbock whispered, hoping that he wasn’t about to be shot again.

The figure gave no response as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a red and white sphere. While he had no idea what he was looking at, Lubbock knew that he wasn’t about to be jumped twice in the span of an hour. Stumbling on his bum leg, the youth once again willed a thread blade into existence and thrust it at his foe.

By the time Alain Velgr dropped the Pokeball, the blade caught him in the shoulder. It was a glancing blow, but it was enough to cause the mercenary to grit his teeth and pull back into the shadows as the ball cracked open in a flash of light.

Lubbock used his arm to shield against the light, and when he lowered his limb, he saw that the flash had been replaced by five-foot gray humanoid creature with four limbs. Clad only in what seemed to be wrestling tights, the monster smirked with a mouth that was mostly lips as it ran one of its four hands over the trio of crests that adorned its skull.

“Hi bud,” Lubbock muttered weakly.

“MACHAMP!”

In a blur, the fighting monster rushed Lubbock and clubbed him with two of its hands, smashing the youth’s jaw and shoulder. A beat later, another pair of thunderous, ham-sized fists crashed against his chest and skull. The former assassin tried to lash out with his thread blade, but before he could find an angle, the creature grabbed his arm and twisted it, snapping the bone and nearly severing the entire limb.

With a weak grunt, Lubbock smacked the creature in the side of the skull with his gloved hand. The Machamp let out a snort as it drove the heel of its foot into its opponent’s injured leg, causing that bone to snap backwards. As Lubbock shrieked in pain, the Fighting Pokémon scooped up the former assassin and hurtled him into the ocean. With the man removed, Machamp turned around and watched as Alain stepped back out of his stealth.

The mercenary clapped once for the creature before recalling it into the ball and vanishing back into the night.

On the slope below, Lubbock rested against the rocks—his eyes glazed over as he tried to will himself to keep fighting. Even as the water around him grew red with his blood, he kept quiet, knowing that he’d be dead if he gave his opponent the slightest hint that he hadn’t given up the ghost.

[spoiler]Lubbock has used his Level 0 Super Move Thread Blade (-1 SP)
Alain has a cut to his shoulder. It stings a wee bit -- +1 Damage
Pokeball rolled '4'
Lubbock has a broken arm and a broken leg -- Two major injuries (+12 damage)[/spoiler]