Mass Trickery :D

***LAST TIME ON DRAGONBALL Z: Josh’s evil as Hell Pokemon completely destroyed part of a city and mass fainted most of the native Pokemon in a single sweep. He had to lay low for a while so his Pokemon got a pretty nice vacation before finally reaching the Driftveil Gym Leader, Clay W. Bush.***

After I finally completed the stupendous puzzle of lifts that was Clay W. Bush’s gym, I met the mighty Texan head on.

He led with a Krookodile. I led with Troll in the form of my Skarmory.

“Krookodile! Let’s get tough with Bulk Up!”

“Scraps! Assess the situation!” Troll started to scheme up some tactics with Nasty Plot.

“Get in there!” Krookodile charged in, jaws wide.

“Flamethrower!” Troll widened his beak and released a powerful jet of flames into Krookodile’s face at point blank range, knocking it out entirely.

“What? Seismitoad! Use Hydro Pump!”

Troll used its superior acrobatics and agility to dance around the pressurized blasts of water.

“Dark Pulse!” Troll beat its wings once, launching a wave of dark energy into the Seismitoad.

“Drain Punch!”

“Focus Blast!”

The two attacks clashed and Seimitoad fell in the aftermath. Troll, still in Skarmory form cawed loudly as some kind of taunt. Clay was sweating. His Excadrill rose from the battlefield and looked far more confident than its trainer.

“Ok Scraps…stay sharp.” Before any action would be made, Excadrill rocketed into the air and drilled the ceiling of the underground battlefield, dropping rocks everywhere.  Troll dodged but had to break his illusion to focus on where to move.

“You sneaky bastard!”

“Yeah, Troll likes the mind games. But since the cover is blown, might as well unleash the full assault! Flamethrower!” Troll rapidly moved among the still falling rocks, using its illusions to help it blend with the shadows and debris, all the while releasing jets of searing flames at the drill mole. Excadrill used its heaving claws to knock rocks between it and the fires.

“This guy is pretty smart, Troll. Make it a big one, Flamethrower!” Troll got a clear shot and fired a bigger river of fire toward Excadrill. The mole swung its big arm but it got caught on roots.

“WHAT?!” Clay’s voices was remarkably loud and southern.

“Grass Knot. I am full of tricks.” Troll’s flamethrower collided hard with Excadrill and knocked it out in one shot.

Even that short amount of time underground left my eyes unprepared for the daylight when I reached the surface. I released all my Pokemon from their containment and we took a victory stroll from the town.

“Hey, Shaggy, You down to take on the next gym?” My dragon nodded tried to dance out its excitement. To say we all laughed with him would be a lie. We reached the next route around the late afternoon. It must have been a nerd convention that day…because the entire place was crawling with scientists looking to test their battle theories.

Long story short, all of them went back to the drawing board.

Roster Summary:

Satan (Serperior) – lv 50 Quiet Natured

Shaggy (Gabite) – lv 40 Quirky Natured

Gus (Swampert) – lv 40 Relaxed Natured

Scraps (Skarmory) – lv 40 Impish Natured

Saggecko (Scraggy) – lv 35 Bold Natured

Troll (Zoroak) – lv 47 Naughty Natured

It is time…

Making it to Striaton City was enough of a challenge so I wasn’t particularly interested in seeking out the well disguised league gym. A local directed me to some vintage restaurant and I finally caught the tiny advertisements for league challenges. 

I walked through the doors and was kindly greeted by the hostess. She told me to sign the challenge book, fill out the survey, then enjoy a meal while I wait on my time to battle. I followed her instructions and tore into the provided breadsticks. All the youngsters I faced left me tight in the pockets after I bought my share of pokeballs and medical supplies.

"Mister Josh? We are ready for your challenge." A young man said. These workers looked super official in their uniforms. I was feeling pretty under-dressed in my hiking jeans and t-shirt. It all changed when I saw the battle field. It was a standard mountainous-type terrain. I expected either fighting or fire-types from the leader.

A man with spiky red hair in the style of flames stood across from me in the same butler-style dress as the man who led me in.

"I am Chili. We’ll use two Pokemon a piece! From what it sounds like, you chose to begin your journey with Snivy, so your introduction to the Unova Leage will be a Fire-type Gym! Let’s begin!" He tossed his pokeball and out popped a Herdier. The fact that it was a Normal-type had me a little confused but I went along with it.

Before our, challenge, I spent some time bringing Gus up to speed with the rest of the party. Now, this was his time to finally prove his worth. I kicked his pokemon and his took to the field.

"A Marshtomp!? Those aren’t native to here! You must have had a pretty lucky break obtaining that guy! Herdier! Take down!"

"Hey Gus, keep that guy guessing, keep on the dodging." Gus deftly slid his way around the dog Pokemon’s charging with cartwheels and rolls. Herdier’s panting increased and his charging slowed down significantly. Gus showed signs of fatigue as well. 

"That is a really fast moving Pokemon, but both our Pokemon are tired now. It’s going to come down to one last attack! Take Down, Herdier!" 

"One attack choice will indeed decide this round. Get some sleep, Gus!" Gus calmly curled up and fell promptly to sleep, rapidly refreshing himself. Herdier, with all of its remaining strength, slammed in Gus at full force but the Marshstomp remained unmoved by the impact. Herdier’s limbs were shaking and the dog seemed dazed from the failed attack.

"Gus has unnaturally high stamina. I taught him to waste all his energy on high speed dodging. Once I get the opponent nice and tired, I put the little guy to sleep. His bulk keeps him safe until he is good to wake up."

"Well, he’ll have to wake up before he can attack. Herdier will have recovered a bit, in that time."

"Who said I needed to wait to attack? Some Pokemon have habits worse than farting in their sleep, mate. Gus, get to the sleep talking." Gus started babbling around and rolled to a zombie-like upright stance. All at once, he fired a powerful stream of water into the Herdier, knocking it out.

"Whoa! I heard you were a Frontier Head but I didn’t think you’d be this tough." Chili threw his last Pokemon to the field. His Simisear looked very well trained. This was it. While Gus was busy resting up, I let Satan take the stage.

"A grass-type against a fire-type? Looks like this round will go to me!" Chili’s Simisear started by throwing a barrage of Fury Swipes. Satan quietly moved like silk, dodging each blow with a mocking arrogance. 

"Simisear! Fire Blast!"

"Satan, Leaf Storm!"

Simisear’s huge wall of flame got caught up in the spiraling whirlwind of leaves generated from Satan’s tail. The tornado enveloped Simisear and trapped in a vortex of constant damage. After the wind dispersed, Simisear stood shaking from fatigue.

"That is a tough little guy. It is surprising how few fire Pokemon can take a hit like that."

"Thanks, but you’ve ensured my victory. After using a move like that, Servine’s power is weakened for a long time!" Simisear got itselfed worked back up and took back to the fight with another onslaught of fury swipes. Satan dodged with even more ease than the time before.

"Get it with Slam!" Satan dodged one last time and maneuvered into a front-flip, furiously swinging his tail.


"Crap!" Satan miraculously cancelled the attack and fired another Leaf Storm. The size of this particular attack was even greater than the time before. Everything in the room was getting sucked into the attack. Simisear tried to take the attack but it’s flame were extinguished from the violent storm. The monkey was swept into a wall and leaves had a good grind against him.

"No way!"

"This is…amazing." Satan gingerly walked its way back to my side of the field and turned to face any new challenges from Chili. It was the first time I noticed a sinister twinkle in his eyes. Satan had a dark aura around him that help me put all the pieces together.

"How could that have been possible!?"

"Satan’s a special breed. Rather than the Overgrow ability, this Servine has an ability called Contrary. Whenever something would be done to him that would lower his abilities, they are instead risen. The opposite is true, also. That first Leaf Storm greatly increased my snake’s power rather than weakening it.

Chili sulked and tossed my Trio Badge. It was still later afternoon when I left. I took a trip to the Dreamyard to work with my crew in preparation for my next gym challenge, Lenora the Normal-type specialist.

Roster summary:

Satan (Servine) lv26 - Quiet Nature

Shaggy (Gabite) lv26 - Quirky Nature

Gus (Marshtomp) lv18  - Relaxed Nature