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Hey you!"

Tyler turned, hearing a voice call out.

"Yeah, you! You're one of those assholes, aren't you!? Don't bother trying to deny it! Get ready to battle!" A young boy came running up to him, maybe 12 years old. "Go, Sandy!" A flash of light, then an angry Sandshrew appeared in front of him and his Torchic.

A trainer wants to battle!

The trainer sent out level 7 Sandshrew!


Tyler stared at the sandshrew. "Not good. Opposing types. The main question is, does it know any ground based moves?" Tyler thought, facing the sand mouse pokemon. He took note of the terrian, "Sandshrew has impressive defense. While it will still do some damage, scratch won't do as much as it did against that bellsprout. My best option is to use the ground as my weapon... and strike it before it can guard itself, or otherwise find a way to break it's guard"

"Flare, keep your distance, don't let that annoying mouse come close to you. Use a growl attack, then cut off a branch and hold it your mouuth to use as a club."

Flare nodded, hopping back a little, retreating with a growl attack, a sharp "Tor CHIC tor CHIC!"
Hopping back some more, it sliced a small branch from a tree, and held it in it's beak, ready to swing.

"Talk about a weird fight." Tyler thought to himself, "I wonder if hitting someone with a branch qualifies as a grass type attack?" He asked with a laugh.

"I have no idea what you mean by 'Assholes, but I'm warning you, I'm the ultimate. I'll shove that elemental strength if yours right down your throat." "Flare, if it get's close, hammer it."

"Chances are it has at least sand attack..." Tyler thought again. "THat's what I would make as one of my first moves: blind him, and go in for an attack.... Should that happen, I'll have Flare cover his eyes, and retreat behind that tree, or even up it..."

"Ya, right!" the kid sneered sarcastically as the bird growled at Sandshrew fearsomely, lowering its will to fight. "Don't worry about it Sandy! Beef up your defenses with a Defense Curl while he's far away!" The Sandshrew curled up into a ball, instantly covering its weak points and toughening its hide.

"I'll get you for what you did Ratty you bully!" the kid called out.

Ratty?" I have noooo idea what you're talking about.: Tyler said.
"i have to choice here: Continue to hold back, or rush in, and try to break his guard, or cut his attack. That way, neither of us can deal much to the other. Flare has the upper advantage in attack power, so I may be able to come out unscathed.

"Flare, drop that branch for a minute, and let loose a stream of growl attacks. Continue until his attack power is in little shards.

The Torchic continued to Growl as the trainer ordered Sandslash to continue to use Defense Curl, its defense rising and maximizing as its attack fell and minimized.

"Well this is great," the youth muttered annoyed. "Now neither of us can hurt the other! Sandy, go ahead and kick up a bunch of dirt with Sand Attack. Blind that bird!

Tyler saw this coming from a mile away. "Flare, keep your eyes closed, and jump towards me. Take the branch in your mouth, and swing your head back and forth. Blow that sand right back at them!" He shouted, as Flare slowly began to retreat.

"Okay, that's far enough. Begin circling the Sandshrew, and rush in. dodge it's sand attack, and bash him with that branch!

"Sandy, just curl up!" What little sand Torchic managed to blow back didn't affect the Sandshrew as it hid its face and curled up into a ball.

Torchic whacked at the Sandshrew with the branch until it snapped in half on the Pokémon's thoroughly reinforced hide. Tired from the effort, it was unable to dodge as Sandshrew uncurled and hit it with a meek Scratch. Barely able to harm Flare due to having its attack cut so drastically, it still managed more damage to the bird than Flare had done to it with the branch.

'Tyler examined the situation, when an idea suddenly struck him. "Flare, retreat. Go over and cli,b one of those trees."

The Torchic looked confused, but it did as it was told, using it's sharp talons to slowly climb up it.

With a yawn, TYler sat down on the ground, "Hand ten there, for a little while." He ordered. "It's your movem trainer man. Come up that tree, an let's continue.: He said, knowing. If there was one thing Tyler had, it was patientce. HE was willing to stay here all night, should it come to that. When they accepted his challenge, and climp up,, Torchic would strike the exposed parts. If the sandshrew curlded up, he would crash into the ground. From a nice 12-13 ft frop like that, it would hurt him more than help him.: And then, a flurry of scratches on it's face should wrap it up quite nicely.

Tyler loved his planning abilities.

"Wh... what? Okaaaaayyyy... Sandy, head on up the tree," the young trainer called out. Having quite an advantage in terms of climbing thanks to its four limbs, each with sharp claws at the end, the Sandshrew was quickly making its way up the tree towards Flare. The mouse Pokémon's less armored side would be against the tree as it climbed up, still leaving Torchic and Tyler no real opening for an attack. Sandshrew was closing in quickly on Flare.

Nonethe less. Flare had advantage. He moved around the tree tops in a circular pattern, waiting for the sandshrew to finsh climbing. Tyler stared at the oppurtunity, the split second when Sandshrew's paws could reach the top of the tress.

"Flare, scratch attack. Hell, tickle him. Cause him to lose his grip. If you fail, scratch attack him to the edge. He may not feel much damage from the scratchs, but it would still have a oushing effect.

'This, ladies and gentle men, owuld be easier If I had tackle." He thought to himself with a groan. If this didn't work, it would be time to get stupid.

"Sandy, dig your claws into the tree. Don't let it knock you off! Just let it attack you for now; I promise, I know what I'm doing!" Though the boy didn't look so sure. Flare's Scratches continued to have minimal effect on the shrew, who was now clutching the trunk of the tree for dear life.

"A foolish move." Tyler shouted, "If I were you, I'd withdraw now. Flare's scratches may be doing next to nothing, but next to nothing is still more than you're doing. He can't hold on forever. Flare, continue your assualt. I can see the goal line. Just a little bit longer. And then you can take a nap."

Flare brightned at the word 'Nqp', and redoubled his efforts with renewed determination, slicing away at the sandshrew's paws.

"A foolish move." Tyler shouted, "If I were you, I'd withdraw now. Flare's scratches may be doing next to nothing, but next to nothing is still more than you're doing. He can't hold on forever. Flare, continue your assualt. I can see the goal line. Just a little bit longer. And then you can take a nap."

Flare brightned at the word 'Nqp', and redoubled his efforts with renewed determination, slicing away at the sandshrew's paws.

The kid smiled and ignored Tyler's taunts. "Alright, we've got this now, Sandy! Now that it's distracted, cut the branch its standing on with a Scratch of your own!" Flare had begun to put so much of its energy into attacking Sandshrew, it was too absorbed to react quickly enough to jump from the branch; it snapped and began to fall to the ground, little Flare falling with it.

Though it hurt slightly, Torchic scraped his claws at the base of the tree, slowing it down just enough to protect himself from any real damage.

"You're stubborn, I'll give you that." Tyler complimented. "Flare, you know the drill, climb up that other tree." He said, pointing to the tree next to the one sandshrew w was on. Flare sighed, and scurried up it.

"Sandshre has two options, in this case. It can either jump from the tree to my tree top, or jump down, and climp back up. Knowing the trainer's impatient nature...' Tyler thought to himself

"Flare, prepare to intercept a flying Sandshrew." He ordered, "Oh, but make sure you don;t fall, okay?"

I'm sick of this game of cat and mouse... er, bird and mouse. You can't just run away the whole battle!" the boy whined. "But I can tell you're not one of the ones who hurt Ratty; they were much stronger with higher level Pokémon." The boy sighed and called Sandshrew down from the tree. "Come here, buddy. Let's just wait out of range until that stupid bird decides to come down and lose," the kid taunted as Sandshrew scuttled back down the tree and sat on the ground at a distance, staring at the chick in the tree.

Tyler activated his pokeand turned on the radio, relaxing, ignoring the trainer's taunt. "I thought I told you, bro. I have more patience than you can imigine. I'm willing to wait here all night bro. Torchic, sit down, and recover your strength."

He sat down, pretending to not pay attention when, in reality, He kept a sharp watch on sandshrew's every actions, prepared to order Flare to strike at any second.

"Ugh, this blows," the kid sighed as he sat down on the ground. "At least turn on some better music, geez." He called Sandshrew over and used a potion on it, restoring its energy and waiting, thoroughly annoyed.

"Woha man, I like this. If you don't... TOUGH!" Tyler said. Then, as an idea, cranked the music up as loud as it could go. He reached into his back, and pulled out a sandwitch he packed, and began to chow down. He pulled out a berry, and threw it at Torchic, who caught it in it's beak.

"SO, where you from?" He asked the trainer.

"I'm from where if your Pokémon is unable or unwilling to battle, you lose or forfeit the match," the boy responded, rather irritated. "So call your bird down or pay up!

Who said anything about unwilling to battle?" Tyler asked. "I'm all for a fight. Get up there. Refuse, and YOU'RE the one that's unwilling to fight. This is called tactics, my unblessed with brains friend." HE said, with a nod, "Or are YOU forfetiing?"

"Well... well... screw you! I'm leaving!" the boy pouted. "Come on Sandy! It's gotten late and this battle has wasted our whole day. And for the wrong guy, too." The boy picked up his Sandshrew and started down the path back to town. "And... you suck!" he called back over his shoulder angrily.

Tyler (kind of) defeated the trainer!

Flare gained EXP!

Flare grew to level 6!

Tyler laughed as Torchic returned to his shoulder. "who says battles have to be won by fighting.:"

He then ran, to catch a ferry