Generations (POKEMON-TRAINERS OPEN)

[Wilte]

Rancor

Rancor collided head first into the loamy soil; and yet, his body continued to plunge into the ground a second later. He had felt the weight of the Persian shift to his back; he knew that it wouldn't be enough to spare him injury. The earth exploded around them, sending waves of soil into the air as their bodies smashed into the ground. The world was red with pain.
His eyes were still clenched closed, giving the impression that he had fainted. He wasn't sure if he had or not. Rancor's jaw hung ajar in a soundless roar, displaying a fine row of jagged, razor-like teeth. His breath came raggedly, the only noise in the crater in which their impact had made. One of his clawed hands clenched weakly at the air, a soft moan escaping his lips. He was somehow sure that the Persian was still on his back; he felt new spasms of pain in slashed patterns through his scales. He shoudn't be awake.
He felt the tiny pulse of warning one gets when your health is low; the 1hp, red and glaring, still existing. The powerband held on to his consciousness. His scarlet eyes cracked open, a dim red glow filling the shadowed ditch, as he rose automatically onto his feet. Almost mechanically. He had a job to finish.

[I AM DONE WITH CS]

The Persian raised itself shakily. Every now and then he gave violent jolts and coughed out a tooth or tiny splatters of blood. He looked at the Charizard and lowered himself in submission, walking over to his side and purring, rubbing his head against the large dragon affectionately.

[Wilte]

Rancor, bloodied and beaten, had given no sign of giving in, although his body screamed and pleaded otherwise. His trainer would have kept going, despite injury. He would have battled until his last breath - perhaps that's what had made him so dangerous in the league. Because his trainer told him to.
The Persian looked almost worse off, and yet, to Rancor's own amazement, he had not fainted. He could not help but acknowledge the pokemon's bravery; he had made more than a worthy opponent. In fact, if he had decided to leap at him again, perhaps Rancor would not have been so difficult to defeat. But instead, he purred at his side; he felt the silken fur of the Persian against his battered body. A sense of relief washed over him, and he eyed the Persian through a side-ways glance. Nodding in his direction, he blinked, before crawling slowly out of the ditch.

[~#Black Feather#~]

"Nyan!" Without thinking, she jumped infront of her friend before the charzard could raise himself to his feet. Her eyes shone as she charged a growing fire around her face.

[I AM DONE WITH CS]

The Persian looked at the Vulpix and shook his head. "No. The battle is over." He looked at the Charizard. It was a fun fight. "We are both going to leave now." He turned away. "If you like, you can help me find some berries so I can bring my health up." Secretly he wished to meet the Charizard again. It was indeed quite a battle.

[Wilte]

-Kasper-

Kasper watched in astonishment as the small blue Vulpix charged the battered Charizard. It was clear that she was trying to protect her friend, whom he presumed to be Nyan. But to Kasper, the battle already appeared to be over between the two. A quick glance around his surroundings (the fallen branches, the singed crater in the soil) told him the battle had been quite destructive. Both opponents seemed to be in bad shape. Surely, it was the free fall that had ended it all. He glimpsed the Power band wrapped around the wrist of the Charizard.
As the Vulpix charged the Charizard, he wondered if it would finally topple over in defeat. How much more could either of them take?

Just as he thought about stepping in, the Persian stopped her. He let out a sigh of relief.
Then, like a ghost, he melted into the surroundings as if he were a fine mist, gone.

[Wilte]

-Rancor-

Rancor looked wearily at the Vulpix charging him; she was obviously trying to protect her friend (Nyan, he thought.) from the ongoing threat that wouldn't faint. He was sure that if he had only swiped at her, it would have ended any trouble, but he didn't have to. He looked respectfully at Nyan, silently thanking him for stopping her. His hawk-like glare settled on the pair before him as he rose up on his haunches again, wings folded against his back. Or what remained of them.
He considered Nyan's friendly offer for a second, but had thoughts against it. He didn't believe he was fully capable of flying, let alone walking; he feared to show weakness before them. His trainer in the back of his mind would disapprove.
He locked eyes with the Persian for whom he now had respect.
"Thank you, but I should go. . ." He trailed off.
He would have gone if he could have, but Elite Four Victors did not fall while walking.
Besides, he would have to keep going if he wanted to find his former trainer. Where would he be now?
It could only be a matter of time before they found each other again.

[~#Black Feather#~]

Titani blinked and halted, the fireball dissapearing in smoke. She she watched the Charzard fly away, and her eyes widened, realizing what she was about to do. She fled back to the bushes.

[I AM DONE WITH CS]

Nyan watched her run off and shook his head, beginning to find his way out of the forest, so he didn't have to fight the other PokeMon again. He needed to heal before anything happened to him. Every now and then he silently plucked just one berry from one of the short trees that hung with them, before continuing.

[Strawberry Skitty]

Name:Jade(stuck with name after let free)
Species:Victini
Trainer:none
Nature:Plaful and nice
Holding:ticket that brought her old master to her.
Level:54