"Gible knows dig, scratch, tackle, and dragon dance." The pokedex reported.
"Ready?" Monica called from across the field. I quickly pocketed the pokedex.
"Yes," I responded.
"Then let the battle begin!" A voice said.
We both looked around, confused.
"Over here!" It said again.
We looked in the direction the voice came from.
It was a man in a black shirt and blue jeans. On his shirt were the words;
Ref
"I will be your ref!" The man said.
He actually looked young. Probably eleven years old.
I noticed an Emolga by his side.
"Electric type?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Flying."
I nodded in understanding, though confused on the inside.
Emolga was a flying type too?
"Th names Clide, by the way;" He smiled. "Now where were we? Oh yes, let the battle begin!"
I pointed my finger out, shouting:
"Go, Gible!"
Gible ran up my leg, my back, then jumped off at my shoulder. He did a front flip in the air before landing on the ground, with a defiant "Gib! Gible!"
I crossed my arms, with a small smirk.
Gible was battle ready.
"Go Abra!" Monica shouted, mirroring my move, pointing her finger in the air.
Abra teleported onto the arena, making no sound.
"3...2...1..." Clide counted down. "Fight!"
I took no time to make my first move.
"Gible use dragon dance, then tackle!"
Gible let out a roar, surrounded in red energy. He then headed at Abra in a full on tackle.
"We won't let that happen." I heard Monica murmur.
"Abra, counter with zen headbutt!"
Zen headbutt? I mouthed. I thought Abras only knew teleport!
Man am I learning a lot of knew things today.
I bit my lip, trying to think of something to do as both pokemon charged toward each other. Milliseconds before they collided, I came up with something. It might not work, but it was better than nothing.
"Gible, JUMP!"
Gible, without taking any longer, jumped into the air, his feet just grazing Abras back.
I might be wrong, but I swear I saw Monica's eyes widen.
"We won't let that stop us!" Monica shouted. "Abra teleport to Gible and smash into him! Keep doing this again and again!"
Abra teleported, soon reappearing in the air and crashing down on Gible, then teleporting away before Gible could counter.
Then, like Monica said, Abra kept doing it.
Teleport. Slam. Teleport. Teleport. Slam. Teleport.
I then had an idea after the sixth time.
Gible was beaten up, but so was Abra. Not only from that powered up tackle, but whenever he ran into Gible, it was damaging Abra as well.
Because when he runs into Gible, it isn't a real attack!
I concluded.
I started my plan.
"Gible use dig!" Gible burrowed into the ground, right before Abra hit him again.
Abra teleported into empty space instead. He looked around, confused.
"Now come up with scratch Gible!"
The ground shook beneath Abras feet, and Gible came up, his hand glowing. It hit Abra in the forehead, and Abra flew backwards, soon Abra came to a stop, and he doesn't get up, he lies still.
"Abra is unable to battle," Clide announced. "So Piper wins!"
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Quest (PokemonWatty Awards2015)
FanfictionOnce a child turns ten, they take a personality test to determine what type they train, and they can catch that type only. When Piper Obe turns ten, she doesn't know that soon, her life will be changed forever. Rated PG due to mild violence and min...
