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The New Normal - 4-11
🕑 Added 2023-07-13 14:28:14 +0000 UTCThe New Normal – 4-11 – A Fight to the Finish
“ANND WITH THE ARENA FULLY REPAIRED, WE CAN GET BACK TO THE BATTLE!” The announcer declared to the sounds of cheers from the audience. “TRAINERS, ARE YOU READY?!”
Both trainers nodded. “BEGIN!”
“Dragonite, win.”
“Weavile, you have the advantage.”
Both Pokémon couldn’t be more different as they appeared on the battlefield. While Dragonite emerged with a thundering roar, as if announcing its presence to Arceus itself, Weavile was silent, remaining completely still with hardly a twitch. One flaunted its power openly for everyone to see, the other chose to hide it like a concealed blade.
Their respective presences rolled off each other as if they didn’t exist. Weavile was not going to be Intimidated, nor was Dragonite going to be affected by the silent pressure that Weavile emitted.
“That’s not Lance’s starter is it?” Karen asked as she stared carefully at the posturing Dragonite.
“No, it isn’t. His starter is far larger. Trust me, you would know if he ever sent it out.” I replied, before I pointed towards Pryce’s Weavile. “You should study his Weavile, see how it matches up to yours. Maybe you could learn something. Or perhaps it could just serve as a good point of comparison.”
Karen accepted my advice with an easy nod, and out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw Agatha’s mouth twitch upwards in approval momentarily before it settled back to its signature enigmatic expression. Could have just been a trick of the light.
“Focus Blast, Dragonite! Knock it out with one good hit!”
“Dodge and Ice Shard, Weavile. Keep your distance.”
The battle began as Weavile took off with a running start as it began circling around Dragonite while firing off small shards of ice, who was charging up a volley of Focus Blast in its hands. Dragonite easily tanked through the Ice Shards, allowing its Multiscale to tank through the first volley of ice shards without disrupting its Focus Blasts.
Then, it unleashed a barrage of Focus Blasts that blasted towards Weavile. However, Weavile began dodging the attacks with contemptuous ease as it made use of its innate agility and speed to duck, jump, and slide under the volley of Focus Blasts, while hardly seeming winded while doing so.
Lance realized that he had to stop Weavile from making use of its greater mobility and changed course.
“Heat Wave, Dragonite! Burn everything around you!”
“Ice Spinner, Weavile! Flood everything!”
A veritable tide of flames exploded outwards from Dragonite, scorching the ground around it as the circle of flames spread out from it. As the ring of flames was about to incinerate the Weavile, it leapt over it while it covered its feet with a layer of ice as it then began to spin around, flinging ice everywhere around it and creating a safe platform to land on and putting out some of the burning ground.
“Earthquake, Dragonite! Shatter that Ice!”
“Interrupt it with Ice Punch, Weavile! Don’t touch the ground!”
I understood Lance’s plan. He realized that if Dragonite could break Weavile’s makeshift Ice platforms, then Weavile would start taking damage over time if it was forced to fight on the scorching hot ground, probably even being inflicted with a Burn.
However, Weavile showed off its extreme mastery with Ice moves as it leapt from one hastily created Ice platform to another as it jumped quickly with huge strides towards Dragonite. The earth shook first, shattering all of the thin ice platforms that Weavile created, but Weavile anticipated the attack and jumped into the air just in time, twisting its body mid-air for just slightly more reach, and pummelling a critical Ice Punch straight into Dragonite’s face.
Yet, despite being punched with a 4x critical Ice Punch, Dragonite roared past the pain as it refused to flinch with its significant Inner Focus and glared murderously at the Weavile that had now entered its range.
“Body Press into it, Dragonite! Hit it as hard as you can!”
“Protect and get back with Ice Spinner, Weavile! Make some distance!”
Weavile quickly kicked off the side of Dragonite’s face and flipped backwards, spinning around in mid-air as it began to cloak itself with a layer of ice once again, while rapidly forming a shimmering Protect Shield between itself and Dragonite.
Then, Dragonite rushed forwards in a rage, throwing its entire body into the attack with a Body Press. The shield shattered as Dragonite smashed into it, but it managed to block some of its momentum. As it broke past the Protect shield, Dragonite was met with a flurry of Ice from the spinning Weavile that repeatedly cut into it. Yet, its fury remained unabated as it charged forwards regardless, ignoring its ramping injuries from the supereffective hits, and managed to slam into the Weavile with its Body Press.
Weavile was flung across the field from the impact and crashed unceremoniously into the dirt. In a way, it was lucky that it was thrown so far back as the ring of fire had yet to scorch the outer most area of the arena.
Still, the damage taken was severe. An already fragile Pokémon by nature, taking a 4x supereffective attack like that, though partially blocked by the Protect Shield, still devastated the glass-cannon Weavile.
On the other hand, Dragonite wasn’t looking much better either. The terrible type matchup really started to show itself as even that quick exchange was able to demolish Dragonite’s health. But there was no way both trainers didn’t plan around this reality; with Charizard and Gyarados knocked out, most of Lance’s remaining team were going to be extremely weak to Ice.
“Why doesn’t Lance just order his Dragonite to fly up into the air and harass the Weavile with Special Attacks?” Karen spoke up and asked, “Knowing Weavile, they all have terrible Special Attacks and Lance would probably be able to win a battle of attrition that way. Seems like the smart thing to do.”
This time, Agatha spoke up and responded before I could. “Hah! Haven’t you been listening to what your boy has been saying, Karen? Lance would never do something as unsightly as winning like that. His pride wouldn’t let him.” Agatha mocked, before turning with a wry smile towards Walker. “Unlike this guy here. That’s his favourite strategy.”
Walker simply shrugged and continued ignoring Agatha’s taunts while Karen nodded in understanding. Personally, like I thought when I battled Drake, sometimes you have to do what you have to do to win, pride and honour be damned. This fight between Weavile and Dragonite wouldn’t be as close as it is if Dragonite simply stayed out of range, and it would have likely forced Pryce to switch from Weavile to something else that could handle a long-range fight, giving Dragonite the freedom to start setting up.
Of course, at this point, it would be a terrible idea for either Pokémon to switch out. If either Pokémon tried switching out, the other would be quick to pounce on the opportunity to either heal up with Rest or start buffing up against whatever came next. Considering both of their vast experiences as Elite trainers, they would never allow the other to gain such an advantage and would rather fight to end with their current Pokémon.
Just as I thought that, both trainers went back on the offensive, trying to finish off the other.
“Shardstorm, Weavile.”
“Dragon Rush, Dragonite! End this fight!”
A huge whirlwind of chilling winds and ice shards started to be formed in front of Weavile, a powerful combination of both Ice Shards and Blizzard that formed a deadly vortex that threatened to shred any that dared enter its gaping maw with a tornado of shards. In fact, the sheer amount of ice shards within the Blizzard made it impossible to see inside it, as the spinning shards formed a thick wall that blocked all sight.
However, never one to back down from a fight, Dragonite surrounded itself with an abundance of Draconic energy, before it shot forwards and charged fearlessly into the midst of the icy whirlwind. I couldn’t tell if it was doing so because of pride, or because it genuinely believed that it could endure through an attack that it was 4x weak to.
And thus, Dragonite disappeared into the center of the vortex of ice, completely disappearing from view.
The crowd all held their breath as they waited to see the outcome of Dragonite’s charge. Undoubtedly, if it broke through the vortex, Weavile was in no position to dodge or tank another hit as it was consumed with maintaining the Blizzard. But breaking through was no easy matter for the Dragonite.
The silence extended for a moment, until suddenly, a small plume of flames shot out from within the whirlwind of ice, briefly scorching Weavile before it was quickly cut off. However, that small burst of fire was enough to Burn the already weakened Weavile and interrupted its Shardstorm. But there was still no sign of the Dragonite.
Eventually, the icy vortex slowly faded away, revealing the frozen form of the Dragonite.
Its mouth was still open, and its face was warped into one of defiant resignation, likely to force itself to shoot out that one last breath of fire when it realized that it was unable to go any further. Yet, its arms were limp, and its eyes, while open, were devoid of any energy.
It was clearly knocked out, but perhaps its pride demanded that it unleashed one final attack before going down? Considering my observations of Lance’s other Pokémon, that seemed very likely.
The crowd went wild seeing Pryce actually defeating one of Lance’s Dragonites, normally a symbol of strength and pride for the Blackthorn Clan, and to see one actually fall was certainly a momentous occasion.
Lance grimaced as he withdrew his Dragonite, though I could not tell if he was disappointed or angry. And at whom.
“OHH, IT LOOKS LIKE LANCE’S DRAGONITE HAS BEEN DEFEATED! IT WAS UNABLE TO WITHSTAND THE FREEZING WINDS FROM THAT UNIQUE BLIZZARD FROM WEAVILE AND WENT DOWN! THE MATCH IS NOW TIED UP AGAIN 3-3!” The announcer shouted out over the noise of the crowd. “LANCE HAS 30 SECONDS TO SEND OUT HIS NEXT POKEMON!”
“I’m withdrawing my Weavile as well.” Pryce announced as he returned his burnt and limping Weavile back into its Pokéball, obviously in no condition to continue fighting.
“…AND WITH PRYCE’S WITHDRAWAL, THE SCORE IS 4-3! EACH TRAINER HAS 30 SECONDS TO SEND OUT THEIR NEXT POKEMON!” The announcer corrected himself.
“…An impressive performance still from that Dragonite, to get an effective draw against that a Pokémon that it was 4x weak against.” I muttered absentmindedly.
“Bah, he was foolish to charge into the midst of that Blizzard.” Agatha scoffed dismissively, before she turned her attention to Karen. “Karen, you learn anything from watching Pryce’s Weavile?”
“…It’s much better at using Ice type attacks than mine.” Karen said after she mulled over it but elaborated when she saw Agatha roll her eyes at that basic answer. “With my Weavile, our only reasonable long-range option is with Icy Wind to hopefully slow and freeze enemies down so that Weavile can get in range to finish them off, but we don’t really have any long-range attacks like Pryce’s does.”
“And do you think that you should work on developing these long-range attacks for your Weavile?” Agatha asked, surprisingly seriously. I supposed that this was a teaching moment for Karen.
“Yes, I think I can see the use of it. I would need some way of forcing enemies to fight Weavile in close range, so developing some attacks that could hit far away opponents would prove useful.” Karen replied confidently. Agatha smiled at her answer.
“Do not try to copy Pryce. You are not him, after all. Develop your own strategies to deal with your Pokémon’s weaknesses.” Agatha reminded her, and Karen nodded.
Before the conversation could continue though, both trainers had sent out their next Pokémon.
“Glaceon, strike down that Dragon.”
“EMPEROR! IT. IS. TIME!”
All eyes were locked onto the appearance of Lance’s starter Dragonite. He towered over everything and was almost a head taller than the Dragonite he had sent out just before. He didn’t roar out, as he had no use for such common methods of Intimidation. No, his presence alone was enough to cause most Pokémon to shudder in fear.
His royal gaze swept across the field, briefly locking on to Glaceon before his gaze moved on dismissively, as if he hardly recognized the Glaceon as a threat. And perhaps, he was right.
This was the alpha of alphas. The Dragon to beat all other Dragons. I had never met a Legendary or a Mythical Pokémon before, but I would imagine the sheer Pressure radiating out of Lance’s Emperor would likely be a close match for a few Mythicals. I gripped the armrests of my seat in excitement; I wanted to learn everything I could about this prime specimen of a Pokémon.
In my mind, a single line of thought repeated itself. Could Tyrant defeat such a foe in a straight-up fight, with no tricks involved? If not, then what could I do to ensure Tyrant’s victory?
“Your strength is respectable, Pryce!” Lance shouted out, “However! I will not allow another Dragonite to fall to your hands. This Champion match has been a fun challenge for me, but IT ENDS NOW.”
“Extreme Speed, Emperor!”
“Protect and Ice Beam, Glaceon.”
To Pryce’s credit, he hardly reacted to Lance’s threat aside from a slightly raised eyebrow. That stoicism held on even after Emperor rushed towards Glaceon at such speed that he was little more than a blur. Emperor smashed through the Protect shield with ease before he easily tanked the incoming Ice Beam, shrugging it off as the attack bounced off its Multiscale before a devastating Fire Punch pummelled into the Glaceon.
Glaceon fell backwards helplessly as it whined in pain, as if Emperor had struck with such strength that he completely disregarded the defense boost from the snow.
But Emperor was unrelenting, unleashing a huge ball of flames that ruthlessly blasted the helpless Glaceon even further backwards before it could recover. Hardly twenty seconds had passed since the start of the round, and already Glaceon was severely wounded by the two super-effective attacks.
Fortunately, it didn’t share the frailty of the previous Weavile, or else it would have been knocked out already. Though that was a cold comfort since it was still in a horrible position.
“Snowstorm, Glaceon! Get control of the weather!”
“Extreme Speed again, Emperor! Finish it off!”
Impressively, despite the sheer speed of Emperor’s charge, Glaceon was still able to form a powerful Blizzard that managed to also change the weather of the battlefield to a moderate Snow. Another vortex of ice and snow formed itself between the two Pokémon, its icy maw once again daring Emperor to enter its frozen depths.
However, just like its weaker counterpart, Emperor simply let out a dismissive snort and charged headfirst into Blizzard, utterly fearless. The Blizzard ripped through Emperor, causing a litany of wounds to appear on his body, but it failed to halt his charge. Within seconds, Emperor emerged out the other sight with a ferocious expression before he rammed the Glaceon with yet another merciless Fire Punch.
Glaceon cried out in pain, but Emperor refused to allow Glaceon any chance to recover and savagely continued his onslaught by ruthlessly slamming their heads together with a disorientating Iron Head, flinching the Glaceon and interrupting any potential counterattacks. Then, without any prompting from Lance, Emperor picked up the disorientated Glaceon and lifted it into the sky, before Emperor brutally slammed it back down into the ground.
Even after all that, Emperor moved to charge up one last Fire Blast to ensure its opponent stayed down before Lance interrupted it.
“Stop. That’s enough, Emperor.” Lance said while staring down at Pryce, as if silently messaging him to withdraw his Pokémon. His Glaceon was lying pitifully in a small crater; its only movements were the slight twitching of its legs.
It was obvious enough to the audience that it could no longer fight any further.
Pryce met Lance’s stares unflinchingly, but ultimately conceded and withdrew his Glaceon from the fight to the sounds of applause and cheers from the crowd.
It had lasted barely over a minute against Lance’s starter.
Against any other Pokémon other than Emperor, it would have been a poor showing for a Champion’s Pokémon to be knocked out so quickly, but I’m sure anyone who had been in the presence of Emperor would forgive Pryce for his quick defeat.
“WOW! THAT WAS A FRIGHTENING PERFORMANCE FROM LANCE’S STARTER, MANAGING TO KNOCK OUT GLACEON WITH RECORD SPEED! THE SCORE IS NOW 5-3! CHAMPION PRYCE IS NOW ON HIS FINAL POKEMON, WILL HE BE ABLE TO TURN THIS MATCH AROUND?!” The announcer hyped up.
To me, Glaceon’s defeat was unsurprising, though I was slightly surprised at just how quickly it was knocked out. From that performance alone, I as starting to think that Pryce’s starter might not be able to match up to Emperor, and I was feeling a plethora of different emotions.
On the one hand, I was both excited and relieved at the fact that Lance was likely going to win this match, meaning that he was about to supplant Pryce as Champion and that all of our political manoeuvrings over the past month or so haven’t been wasted. That relief also extended to the fact that Lance was indisputably going to be a strong Champion, who would be awfully difficult to supplant through a battle. That was good, since I had tied a lot of my political influence to supporting Lance and needed him to stay as Champion to make use of it.
On the other hand, witnessing the true power of Lance’s starter was equal parts worrying and inspiring. Worrying, because any trainer would start to doubt themselves when they compared themselves to such a monstrosity, and inspiring, because I was now determined to continue training up my team to be strong enough to confidently overcome such a strong Pokémon.
Of course, I knew that I was deliberately aiming far higher than I needed to. I didn’t NEED to be as strong, or stronger, than Lance, and my current level of strength was more than sufficient for the Elite Four. In fact, compared to Pryce’s arguably mediocre performance in this battle, I would say that my team had a much stronger showing against Drake.
Yet, I was not one to rest on my laurels and accept such concepts as ‘good enough’. Yes, I was in a solid position right now, both politically and in terms of my Pokémon team’s strength. However, it was unwise to build a foundation on something as volatile as temporary esteem and strength. I knew that, if I did not continue to work hard, I may end up as conceited as Pryce was, and may one day be facing against an opponent that I was too egotistical to defeat.
No, I would learn from Pryce’s mistakes and would continue to strive forwards. And just as I reaffirmed my will, Pryce sent out his final Pokémon and his starter.
“Mamoswine, do NOT lose.”
My head snapped towards where Pryce was standing when I heard those words. I stared carefully and Pryce and saw the cracks starting to appear in his previous stoic exterior. It was inevitable that he was starting to feel worried; he was down to his last Pokémon after his previous one got decimated by an awfully powerful Dragonite. And he was one step away from losing the title that he had been holding on to for many years.
Yes, his Mamoswine was very clearly a powerful Pokémon, well deserving to be the ace and starter of a long-time Champion. Its huge ivory tusks shimmered menacingly like daggers of bone in the snow and coupled with Mamoswine’s large and bulky frame that hinted at its massive strength, it would normally be an Intimidating sight on its own.
And yet, Emperor simply stared at Mamoswine with a mixture of amusement and arrogance. Even when Mamoswine raised its tusks threateningly at Emperor, he continued remaining unfazed as the two Pokémon stared each other down.
Looking at Pryce, the terrible situation that he was in finally must have set in for Pryce, as he realized that he was probably about to lose all of the power that he possessed for years. I was truly curious about what thoughts were going through his head at the moment; was he in despair at the realisation that he was about to lose everything? Was he in denial, refusing to accept reality? Or would he finally accept the situation that he was in and accept his demise with dignity?
Sadly, I could not tell what Pryce was thinking from his reformed blank expression, so his inner thoughts remained unexplained to me as Pryce’s final stand began.
“Icy Wind, Mamoswine! Take advantage of the Snow and slow it down!”
“Draco Meteor, Emperor! Enough games!”
Pryce, obviously aiming to try to slow or freeze Emperor by slowly wearing it down with Icy Wind, was immediately interrupted as Emperor, in a mighty display of his power, roared out to the skies and shot out a radiant ball of energy that loomed threateningly in the sky. The sphere of energy quickly detonated, forming colossal meteors of destructive energy that rained down apocalyptically towards the arena, the snow seemingly forgotten as the Draco Meteor took over and dominated the skies.
However, Mamoswine had not been idle, and a chilling gust of wind, further enhanced by the cold weather conditions, snaked itself around Emperor. Without Multiscale, Emperor let out a grunt of pain as it tanked through the 4x supereffective move. Despite its show of strength, Mamoswine’s attack was a humbling reminder to Emperor that his opponent was far from someone he could simply overlook.
Yet it was Pryce who was in more trouble, as with the imminent threat of Draco Meteors crashing down destructively from above, Pryce was forced to change tactics.
“Icicle Crash, Mamoswine! Shoot them down!”
“MAMO! SWINE!” Enormous icicles that matched the size of its tusks formed around the roaring Mamoswine, before they fired off like giant spears of ice into the air to shoot down the incoming meteors.
The spears impaled themselves deep within many of the falling meteors, causing them to detonate in mid-air. However, many more orbs continued to descend unimpeded, overwhelming Mamoswine’s admittedly admirable attempt at shooting them down.
They continued to fall, and it quickly became obvious that it was far more than Mamoswine could handle. Knowing that Mamoswine was about to be overwhelmed, Pryce went on the defensive.
“Mamoswine, Brace and Protect!”
“Dragon Rush, Emperor! Don’t let it hide away!”
Gasps and shouts could be heard from the surprising command. Yet Emperor unquestionably obeyed his trainer as it burst forwards and smashed into Mamoswine’s Protect shield, shattering it and grappling onto the Mamoswine, preventing it from forming another one.
Mamoswine tried to force Emperor away by spearing it with a deadly Ice Fang, but Emperor narrowly dodged out of the way of the ice-infused tusks and crashed their heads together with a powerful Iron Head.
The meteors continued to descend ever closer to the ground, and yet Emperor still showed no signs of hesitation as it continued to grapple the Mamoswine. In fact, Emperor continued trading blows with Mamoswine, not giving it a single moment of repreieve as Emperor relentlessly pummelled it with an onslaught of Brick Breaks. In a display of supreme confidence in his strength and his trainer, Emperor willingly remained in the destructive path of its own attack and prevented Mamoswine from trying to get away or shield against it.
However, Mamoswine was not willing to simply fold over. With a defiant roar, it managed to wrestle back against Emperor and impaled it with one of its deadly tusks, causing Emperor to stumble backwards from the powerful hit. Not wasting the opportunity, Mamoswine crashed into it with an Ice-Infused Take Down before Emperor could recover.
And then, the meteors fell.
The first layer of psychic shields shattered instantly, hardly putting up any resistance as the tidal wave of force from the explosive bombardment blasted past it. The second reserve layer were strained to its very limits as they flickered harshly as they were barely able to withstand the veritable tide of force slamming against it.
Some in the audience stands were knocked off their seats as the psychic shields failed to withhold all of the destructive energy. Fortunately, the stadium and the force dampeners were built and reinforced to meet these standards of high-level attacks, so no further damage was done.
The VIP room was similarly unharmed, though I think most of the food from the buffet table behind me had clattered onto the ground. At least someone saved the bottles of expensive alcohol.
“You think Lance’s Dragonite was knocked out as well?” Karen suddenly asked me as we waited for the dust to settle, and I shook my head.
“…I don’t think so.” I commented, “From what we just saw, it felt like it knew it could survive an attack. And I’m not willing to bet against that.”
Karen accepted my explanation with a nod, “I wonder if my own Tyranitar will ever become so powerful.” She muttered to herself.
“…With good training, who knows? Gravity training is definitely going to help. And lots and lots of sparring and training.” I whispered to her, and she shot me a grateful smile before she turned back to observe the match.
The battle certainly wasn’t over yet, but I knew that we were in its final moments.
With the dust finally settled, the announcer made himself known once again.
“ANOTHER POWERFUL ATTACK FROM LANCE’S STARTER, CHOOSING TO FORCE MAMOSWINE INTO AN UNFAVOURABLE BRAWL JUST SO THAT IT COULDN’T SET UP ITS DEFENSES! A RISKY PLAY, BUT HAS IT PAID OFF?!”
And sure enough, the scene laid out before us was one of familiar destruction. Just like most of Lance’s devastating attacks, the arena was once again a complete ruin, and had basically transformed into one gigantic crater, with many smaller craters dotted around it.
But more importantly were the states of the two Pokémon. Mamoswine’s once pristine fur was now cut up and lightly singed in various places, its magnificent tusk was chipped and covered with dirt, and one of its eyes were sealed shut due to its injuries. It was clearly on its last legs.
In comparison, Emperor initially looked hardly winded even though it also took the brunt of its own supereffective attack. However, a closer inspection using the cameras revealed that it was panting harder than it was before, and that its wings hung weakly on its back. It looked like it was holding itself together to stop it from collapsing, but it was doing an admirable job not allowing these injuries to slow it down and maintained a façade of indifference and strength.
Pryce grimaced as he saw the state of his Mamoswine, but Lance reacted before he could do anything.
“Emperor! This is the final moment! Overwhelm it with a Dragon Pulse!”
“Mamoswine! Do NOT fall! Blast it back with an Ice Beam!”
Both Pokémon roared out and unleashed a powerful beam of Draconic and Ice energy respectively that both collided in the center of the field in a blinding burst of light. This was it, the final exchange of match.
Dragon and Ice clashed against each other. The beam of Ice normally had a significant advantage piercing through the draconic beam, but both attacks were hindered by the wounded and damage state of their source. It was now a battle of pure determination, a manifestation of each challenger’s respective ambitions.
Was Pryce’s desire to stay in power stronger? Or would Lance overcome him with his own ambitions to become Champion?
The battle of wills extended for some time, each Pokémon putting their all into the attacks, acting as a physical manifestation of their trainer’s spirit. But, in the end, Mamoswine was the first to fall.
It slowly started to slump over, succumbing to the weakness of its injuries. Its beam of frost gradually getting weaker as exhaustion and tiredness rapidly built, until eventually Mamoswine was blasted backwards by the victorious Dragon Pulse.
Not having any more energy left, Pryce’s final Pokémon, his last hope, collapsed to the floor. And with it, so did his chance of holding on to his title as Champion.
On the other side, Emperor wobbled uncertainly on its feet, swaying slightly as it looked about to fall over. Its victory came at a cost, and it looked like it was moments away from collapsing as well. However, in one final display of its pride, it let out a triumphant roar to the skies as it forcefully held itself together until the end. And with that, the battle was over.
“ANDDD PRYCE’S FINAL POKEMON GOES DOWN! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION! GIVE A HUGE ROUND OF APPLAUSE TO THE NEW CHAMPION OF INDIGO, CHAMPION LANCE!!”
And a new Champion was finally here.
A.N. Thus ends Pryce’s reign, long live Lance. Hope you enjoyed the three-part battle! I recognize I made some mistakes regarding my portrayal of Pryce, but I hope I can learn from this and make future fights more balanced.
Something I’ve tried to show in the battles is that Pryce’s Pokemon are actually more trained than Lance’s, as they use more custom moves throughout the match. Lance has more raw strength sure, but at his prime, Pryce may have beaten Lance, or at least had a much closer match.
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Retribrutus
About time Pryce was given a reality check. Hopefully, he can now actually focus on retirement and attempt to mend all of those burnt bridges especially with family now that Lorelei is gunning for the Walker's position on the Elite Four.
