As the sun set and the dark of night creeped across the sky, two opponents found themselves at opposite ends of a newly built arena of sorts. Either stood on a small, raised cylinder, some just large enough to balance on one foot, others enough to squat on comfortably.
The Ampharos stared at his opponent across from him, sizing him up. Older, for sure. And quite apparently a grass type. His ears lowered as he crinkled his nose. Grass types were always problematic as electricity had little effect on them. He then again looked to the arena, the ground far below them. To his advantage atleast, he had cloudy skies and no ground, so he was most likely safe from ground type moves.
But before the slower sheep had fully assessed his surroundings, a loud gong was struck, the vibrations and echo of the force signaling the start of the fight. With a jolt, Kronos’ eyes searched for his target whom had wasted no time rushing forward, swiftly and easily navigating the thin cylindars as he pulled two fans from his sleeves. With a bit of panic, the sheep hopped onto the nearest, largest cylindar with only a third of the grace Fushishi was showing. Like a leaf blowing in the wind, he missed no steps and lost no time, while as the less nimble Ampharos hopped about like an uncomfortable kangaroo.
Sliding his foot back and swinging his arm up in a sharp motion, Fushishi gave one last warning glance at Kronos, whom had decided it was safer to stay on one solid pillar rather than to dance around them. The fall looked unpleasant, and besides, what good did it do him? All his attacks were long-ranged anyways.
But there in itself was the problem.. Electricity vs. Grass would call for a long battle, one of endurance and balance, the latter of which was not in his ability. Chewing on his cheek briefly, he made a quick, and somewhat reckless decision to summon a newer, powerful, but much less experienced attack. A double efged sword, if you will-Dragon Pulse.
Either it would slam home, blasting the venasaur from any possible perch, or the recoil would have Kronos on the ground instead. Maybe even both. But a tie was better than a loss, and it was a bet the simple minded sheep was willing to make. As Fushishi watched, his hair whipping around as the high winds blew both their hair, Kronos lowered to a crouch, sleeves slumping over the edge of the pillar. Ears back and brow furrowed, a bright pink glow shone from his earrings. From beneath the pillars, a thick, fast moving fist pushed upwards, foaming and frothing as it grew, forming as it’s pinks, reds and yellows flushed vibrantly. Against the dark skies, the mist took the shape of a serpant, Kronos shaking at the pressure he felt building. And for an instance, a dragon flashed, teeth bared and eyes white, before in a sudden, bone rattling burst it exploded. The shock wave shook the arena, thinner pillars crumbling as the sound of someone falling filled the air-