Sandwich Making (Self insert x Arven)

[5] No Holds Barred

"...Your finals are in our next class period together. I hope you all study!" Mr. Salvatore said, waving at us all.

I shuffled my papers together and stuffed it into my backpack. "Time to indulge Nemona's never-ending thirst for battles." I mumbled to myself.

"If you don't mind," Arven followed me out of the class, holding the door open for me. "I'd like to watch. See if I can learn a thing or two, y'know?"

I nodded. "Of course! I could use a bit of encouragement."

Arven gave me a sly smile. "What if I'm just going to cheer on Nemona? She IS the Student Council President, and a Champion-level trainer. The odds are in her favor."

I scoffed. "Azalea is bulky- she could take some good hits."

"She's got a Goodra, right? What'd you use to counter that?"

I laughed. "I've got a counter for Dragons. Ice is good against Dragon, right?"

"I didn't know you had an Ice-type." Arven murmured. "What's your team right now, Z?"

I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. "Let's just say that I've been all over Paldea.. A few stakes have been found, a Pokemon that may or may not be Legendary is now in my possession..."

I could see that the gears in Arven's head were turning, and he suddenly slammed his fist into the palm of his hand. "Chein-Pao? Isn't that the sword that Ms. Raifort mentioned in that legend?"

I nodded. "Yeah.. It was not easy to get it." I shrugged, pushing open the door to the schoolyard.

Because it was located at the top of the school, sunlight flooded through the windows. The track that circled the battlefield had multiple kids with their Pokemon walking or jogging. At the center of the yard was Nemona, twirling a Pokeball on her fingertip.

As soon as she spotted me, she grinned. "Hey, Z! Glad you could finally make it!" she adjusted the brace on her wrist, and flashed me another grin.

"I'm here too." Arven muttered under his breath, and he took a seat on one of the benches to watch the battle.

"Yo! I'm here to beat you!" I called, running up to the field. "Don't expect me to hold back."

Nemona's playful grin turned genuinely excited. "That's what I was hoping for. No holds barred! Let's only use three Pokemon each. This is just for funsies, yeah?"

"No holds barred," I echoed, taking my place on the field. "You ready?"

"Hell yeah I am!" she pulled out a Pokeball, and threw it out onto the field.

I did the same, sending out my Perrserker, who I'd named after the teacher who'd given her to me- Salvatore. "Reeeaaoow!" she snarled at the opposing Lycanroc.

"Salvatore, use Shadow Ball!"

"Stone Edge!"

The two attacks clashed violently. Salvatore, being the smaller Pokemon, got knocked back. She still caused damage to Lycanroc, but took some damage herself. "Rush her, Lycanroc! Accelerock!"

Before I could say an attack to counter, Lycanroc smashed into Salvatore. Salvatore wavered on her feet, but still had some energy left. "Iron Head!"

Salvatore took advantage of Lycanroc's close proximity and bashed her steel-hard skull into Lycanroc's chin.

Lycanroc was knocked unconscious.

Nemona recalled her, grinning. "You really did mean it when you said you weren't holding back!" she called, sending out her second Pokemon, Pawmot.