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Rock Slide
auto-hits, auto-flinches
crits: 137, 188 (neither)
(8+5-7)*1.5*0.67 = 6
(8+5-6)*0.75*0.67 = 4
-6 en
Rain Dance
plit plat (10r)
-10 en
Flinched!
Flinched again!
Dazzling Gleam
((8+3+13+5-8)+12)*0.67*3 = 66
((8+3+13+5-6)*2+12)*0.67*3 = 117
-6 en
Voodoom was KO'd!
Grim Neigh refreshes to 6t
Dazzling Gleam
crit: 165 (no)
((8+14-6)*2+12)*3 > 18
-6 en
Togekiss was KO'd!
Grim Neigh refreshes SpA to 6t
End of Round:
Rain 10r -> 9r
The Wave advances!
Dudunsparce, Togekiss: +100 HP
Who were those nerdy goons? Why did they call you "an asset"? And what did the Harvest King's attack really mean? You decide that there's only one person who can give you answers — the very same person who begged for your assistance. You make your way back from the treeline towards the town, checking behind yourself to make sure no shadowy riders are following you. Soon enough, the town hall comes into view.
However, just as you were about to climb the stairs, the doors of the edifice are flung wide open. Steve comes down to greet you, accompanied by a truly immense and thuggish-looking man.
"Ah, my good defenders of this town! I had high hopes for you! Very high hopes!" You notice the two business people are now standing to attention. Realization starts to creep in. "Unfortunately, you only defended the town, and not the commercial opportunities that come with it! I must say," he said, shaking his head, "I am quite disappointed." The cold fingers of certitude begin to ensnare your heart.
"People like candy, and I like to sell them candy." Steve continues. "Candy is good for everyone! You would rob this town of its most sacred tradition: making business boom by emptying our shelves?" You try to explain that the tradition is not about buying candy, but Steve dismisses your words with a swipe of his hands. "If I can't talk sense into you, then I'll just have to let my sweets do the talking."
He sends out his Pokemon. "Alright, my sweets! Put some sense into them!"
Rock Slide
auto-hits, auto-flinches
crit: 10/24 (no)
decoy 5->0
(8+5-6)*0.67 = 5
-6 en
Quash (Mimikyu)
u go last
-5 en
Flinched!
Flinched again!
Dazzling Gleam
((8+3+13+5-8)+12)*0.67*3 = 66
((8+3+13+5-6)+12)*0.67*3 =70
-6 en
Both were KO'd!
Chill
+12 en
End of Round:
Rain 9r->8r
The Wave advances!
Dudunsparce, Togekiss: +100 HP, 50 EN
Surprising no one but the mayor himself, you completely and utterly bulldoze Steve's pet Pokemon.
"My sweets!" he yells. Steve runs down the stairs in leaps and bounds, hastening to his Pokemon to console their boo-boos. "How could you be so monstrous? What good is the harvest season, if not to make cash and pamper my little sweets?" You look on, unsure whether you should be annoyed or confused. "If you're going to ally yourselves with those... forest monsters," he spits, "...Then I'll just have to treat you to something monstrous myself!"
The immense roughneck lumbers forward, eyes leveled steadily onto the two of you. "Thus is my approach beckoned," he says evenly. "Though it does my heart no good to destroy such fine warriors, it is further from my heart still to renege on my word. I took the good mayor's coin, offering protection in return. And my protection, he shall have."
The giant draws a Poke Ball from his jacket, dwarfed by his hand. "You may pray now, if you like."
Perfectly Synchronized
Killdozer and The Duke have a single shared HP pool of 1200. Damage taken and health restored to either Boss will increase or decrease this shared pool. When the shared HP pool reaches 0 or less, both Killdozer and The Duke will faint in sequence.
Dazzling Gleam
((8+3-1+13+5-8)*2+12)*0.67*3 = 105
((8+3+13+5-9)*1.5+12)*0.67*3 = 84
-6 en
HP: 113-1-1-88-72-105-84 = -238
Field:
Rain (4r)
Steve looks on in horror as you unravel his bizarre operation. The Hired Muscle withdraws his Pokemon, and claps quietly and politely. "Very well fought, to the both of you." Steve turns to his mercenary, "You're congratulating them? We just failed our sponsors! What are we going to to? What will i do!?" The roughneck merely shrugs, unperturbed.
sv/spectrier:
Before you can respond, you hear the clacking of hooves on the city's faux-cobblestone street. The Harvest King dispoints silently, floating. "Your way is an errant path," he says, in an unspoken voice that all present nonetheless hear clearly. "You have forgotten the oath of your station, to protect the true traditions of the Harvest Season, handed down to you from your forebears—"
"Huh? What oath?
"Your solemn vow, sworn to your predecessor, who swore to theirs, who—"
"I was elected! What are you talking about?"
"...? Did you truly swear nothing...!?"
You stare on in bewilderment, not quite believing the asinine scene you are witnessing. The approach of the Hired Muscle's massive frame snaps you out of your reverie. "This is your justly-earned payment, for services rendered." He passes each of you a massive burlap sack, nearly your own size, stuffed to the top with more candy than you've ever imagined.
You try to thank him, but the roughneck shakes his head. "I scarce imagine that our good major will be in any state to pay you himself, any time soon. And, as was asked of you, you did repel the Harvest King's attacking force." Accepting your bounty and bidding the mercenary farewell, you journey onward from Stanislas Town with your hard-earned spoils.
As you travel, you idly wonder if there's any lesson to be had in all of this. Picking through your candy stash, trying to find anything that isn't particularly stale, you decide that there probably isn't.