Generations (POKEMON-TRAINERS OPEN)

[~#Black Feather#~]

Titani's ears perked, looking at Kasper. Where did he find the firestone? She wanted one badly...Her eyes filled with emotionless envy watching the evolved pokemon run through the forest.

[Wilte]

Rancor's eyes lit up with something near delight as the Persian approached him; his challenge had been accepted. As the able-bodied pokemon leaped at him, his claws extended towards his stomach, it was all Rancor could do not to destroy him on the spot. However, he wanted the battle to last as long as possible. . .
Out of the corner of his eye, the blue Vulpix shrunk out of view.
With practiced agility, his jaws flew down to catch the assaulter in mid-air. With a snap-like movement, he threw the persian back onto the battlefield, having made sure that his attack was deep. He wondered how much he had inflicted the pokemon before him.

[~#Black Feather#~]

Titani looked back at the other two, her eyes widening. She yelped as she watched the Charzard attack Nyan.

[Wilte]

(I'll be back in a few hours!)

[I AM DONE WITH CS]

((Alright!))

The large cat-like PokeMon slid across the grass and lied there for a moment, blood beginning to seep from just below his chest and just above his belly. Shakily, he stood up and glared at the Charizard. He stumbled forward a bit before running as fast as possible, teeth showing in a snarl and claws outstretched. He swiped at the Charizard, then turned and dashed into the shadows. He sneaked on silent paw pads until he was right behind the other PokeMon before lunging at a wing with a roar. If this attack worked out then he would either mangle it or temporarily make the wing useless.

[Wilte]

-Rancor-

A burning sensation sliced across Rancor's narrow neck -- if had not raised his head in time, it could have very well caught him across the eye. He had been pleased to see the Persian somewhat fazed from his attack, and yet, had not expected him to rise so quickly. He was mildly impressed in fact. This battle was going to last longer than he had thought originally. Presently, he opened his jaws as a hissing growl left his throat, drops of red splattering on to the forest floor. He turned his head just in time to watch the Persian leap onto one of his magnificent, coal-black wings.

Big Mistake.

Almost as if he was unhindered by the Persian's weight, with a mighty heave, Rancor thrust his wings back and with a single bound, was up and into the air. He felt the claws and jagged teeth of the pokemon cut into his scaled wings. If he was to be successful, he would have to be quick. And in truth, it was almost a struggle to set himself into the air, and even more so to fly. But he would not let this set him back. He nearly blasted out of the canopy of the treetops, wondering if the Persian would have the strength to hold on. Half of him wished that it would let go now -- the pain in his wing was growing stronger, and he may not be able to support them both. But that was okay. A dark inkling of a plan lingered in his mind - it was most brutal and perhaps appalling, but he was sure that his old trainer would have approved. Ideas like these had made him unbeatable over the years -- but his naive ways had also caused disaster. Either way, he had managed to take off into the sky, despite the gnawing pain; this would not leave his enemy with many options.

[I AM DONE WITH CS]

The Persian looked down and gasped, his muscles tightening. He clamped his teeth down, starting to feel the tips of his teeth break through his strong scales and touch each other. He bit still harder. He had to be careful though. If he bit too hard he might bite off a bit of the PokeMon's wing, and if he bit too softly, then he would fall without causing any harm at all. He prepared, biting only so that he could hurt the other and stay on at the same time. His claws were used to hang on as well, digging both set of claws as deep as possible into his wings, then hooking them to ensure safety.

[Wilte]

-Kasper-

Kasper lingered in the brush as a Charizard, not far from view but far enough for comfort, was clawed across the neck by an attacking Persian. At once he noticed the size and apparent strength of the charizard -- he appeared to be a confident victor, and had perhaps won many battles. Crouching slightly, he shrunk away from the battling duo as they took off into an upward flight. For a second he felt badly for the brave Persian for attacking him -- apparently, this would not end very well for either of them. He saw the Persian's claws dig deeply into the folds of the Charizard's wings, and then noticed the bite wound across the Persian's stomach. He did not want to stay around to see the rest of the battle. . .
What amazed him most was that despite the lack of trainers, the two were fighting with tremendous dedication. They would obviously push each other to the limit. He wondered how long the less-experienced Persian would hold out. And how could such a brutal battle begin, anyways? It wasn't normal to fight like this in wild. Not at all.
Slinking away, Kasper spotted what looked to be a small blue pokemon huddled in the shadows. After much consideration, he walked hesitantly across the battlefield until he was beside the pitiful creature. He couldn't help but notice that the vulpix looked terribly frightened by the whole ordeal. He looked down upon her with gentle eyes, his nine tails twitching with apprehension.
"Hello," he murmured softly, eyebrows raising at seeing her stunning blue coat. "Perhaps it would be a good idea to observe the battle from a safer place?" he suggested quietly, hoping the Charizard wouldn't crash down upon them both.

[Wilte]

-Rancor-

He felt the hot breath of the Persian against his wing as his fangs set deeper into his wings. The claws of his enemy scrambled on his wings, searching for purchase on the slick surface of scales. Tearing, tearing pain that reminded him of the countless battles he had endured, the victories. This pain fed his determination, and still, he soared upwards into the sky. The weight of the Persian felt heavier and heavier, a burden he had seldom endured before. Underneath his undefeated, ruby stare, there lie a sense of weariness and loneliness. But he would not let these weak feelings show through. Now, everything he did, every battle, every strike, was to prove to his owner he could still fight. Still valuable. He would win. Always.
He did not think about what would happen if he were to lose.
He felt the Power Band around his wrist, the one item that would cling to his life if he was not able to. His parting gift from his owner. And now, he would put it to good use. Clenching his eyes shut, another screech left his jaws as he pressed his wings against his back, arching his body as he altered their direction. He gave into gravity, plunging head first at a terrifying speed back towards the ground. The flame on his tail danced wildly with fear and courage at the same time. He welcomed the furious wind as he cut though the sky, the fire of branches whipping across his face and body as they once again submerged beneath the treeline.
"I bet you weren't expecting this," he thought. But tiredly.
"Charizard, give 'im all you got!" His trainer cheered somewhere within his head.
They slammed into the ground with tremendous force.

[I AM DONE WITH CS]

The Persian gave a screech just before they hit the ground, a loud crash and screech joining the collision. The cat-like PokeMon ripped a claw out and moved it to the Charizard's back flesh, surprise causing him to hook his claws and then scratch. When they collided then he would be safe unless his mount landed on its back, but he would still get wounded. This he knew, and as they collided a loud CRACK! was heard, and once he awoke blood seeped not only from his stomach but also from a mangled paw, as well as another paw that was now missing two claws. He breathed heavily, staring at the Charizard with red eyes.