Chevaleresse
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Hmm. I don't know that Gallant can take another hit like that, and he probably can't take out Sakura with another Poison Jab. He directed his thoughts. Gallant, come back. Beldum, come forward, please, and use Iron Head as soon as you are able. The exhausted Pokemon retreated quickly, with Beldum flying forward. -
Eh, what about the supereffective move that Sakura was just targeted with?
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Flash cannon?
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Gallade isn't a fairy.
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Dragon/Fairy type pls.
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You did say that we can use moves regardless of levelup/evolution, and even moves that Pokemon don't learn, if it makes sense.
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((Gallade is psychic-fighting. Gardevoir, Ralts, and Kirlia are Psychic-Fairy.)) "Interesting." Gallant, hit Sakura with a Poison Jab. Sarcus looked around. He noticed Jake trying and failing to be inconspicuous nearby. Jake, he sent telepathically You don't need to hide over there.
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The attack hit Gallant squarely, but Sarcus wasn't too worried. "One more Night slash should do it." The Pokemon attacked one more time.
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Hmm, that didn't work. Try a Night Slash, that Psycho Cut was poorly considered. The Blade Pokemon's arms changed to a darker sheen, and he launched another barrage of cuts at the Honedge.
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"I'll go." He looked at Gallant, and nodded. Psycho Cut, he ordered. The Pokemon's arm blades extended and began glowing as he rushed forward at the Honedge.
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Where is everyone?
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Before leaving the scene, he turned back to the angry student. "Are you really that stupid?" Without waiting for an answer, Sarcus turned back around, exiting the building. He walked to the far side of one of the practice fields. He waved at Gallant. You're up first. Remember what we drilled on. The Pokemon nodded, and took up a fighting stance.
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180 cm and about 81 kg.
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"I can't stand seeing someone feeling that way, especially if I caused it. It's also not right to attack someone out of the blue like that, and it was pretty obvious that he wasn't joking around," Sarcus said seriously. He returned his attention to the boy he had injured.
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Sarcus stumbled when Jake crashed into him. He turned angrily, but stopped in his tracks when he saw the expression on Jake's face, anger fading. The younger boy lurched past him, down the hall. "HEY! YOU! COME HERE! I'LL TEACH YOU A LESSON!" Sarcus saw another person he didn't know run up to Jake, fist moving forward. Sarcus leapt forward, enhancing his speed with telekinesis. The trainer struck the angry student squarely under the jaw, lifting him slightly and tossing him onto his back. Sarcus planted his foot on the trainer's chest. "The hell is your problem?" he started, before realizing the younger trainer wasn't moving all that much. The flattened student merely replied with a groan. He startled himself upon closer examination of the stricken boy. "Didn't mean to hit him that hard. . ." he trailed, looking at Jake and Grace. ((I'll let you decide how badly the kid is hurt, grasssnake.))
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"Good. I'll meet you there, then." Sarcus collected his team, who had mostly finished their meals, and headed toward the practice fields. He recalled the last time they had battled clearly. I still don't understand how Jake was acting that day. He seems like an okay guy most of the time, albeit being annoying as hell, but that day. . . that day was insane. He remembered Emerald coming upon him after the fact, when the stress of the moment had gotten to him. I have to prove her wrong, he thought, expression hardening without his awareness. Students that he passed shied away from him slightly, to his confusion. Sarcus realized what his face probably looked like at that moment, and he tried to arrange his features into a less threatening configuration.
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My preferred outfit is either a band shirt with jeans, or a band shirt with overshirt, coat, and khakis or slacks. I get you on the perfume thing; it's one thing to wear a little, but the girls at my high school slather it on to the point that it gets difficult to breathe without vomiting when they're nearby. I used to get bullied because of Aspergers, but as I have matured I have mostly left my reputation as a "spaz" (don't call me a spaz or I will live up to the name) and become more understanding of what is and what is not acceptable behavior. Now, apparently, I'm kind of popular. About the asthma; don't let it hold you back. The best fencer at my club has asthma. So did Teddy Roosevelt, the most athletic president. Physical power has never been my strong suit. I'm fairly agile, and can overpower people with sheer rage, but at the same time I'm rather weak and a slow-ish runner. Mentally, well, I have a measured IQ of around 150.
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Please no.
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Sarcus gave Jake an intimidating stare, irritated further by his attitude. He took a breath, and turned back to Grace. "My question still stands, though. Up for it?"
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Sarcus turned to face Jake. "What?" he asked curtly.
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Sarcus walked up to Grace, lunch in hand. "Y'know, it's generally considered polite to return telepathic messages. I've never been a big fan of being ignored," Sarcus huffed. He sat down at the table and started distributing his food to his team. Absolution started eating calmly along with Gallant and Beldum (though how the latter did so remains a mystery), but Blues viciously cut the food to pieces before eating.
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like this but male
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What about a steel-type? Or Dragalge?
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Why couldn't they be Light-type here, too. . . Plus, the word for Light in Japanese is cool.
