Piplup.
I gazed silently at the Poke Ball containing my first Pokemon, my Piplup. Joy coursed through my veins. I didn’t notice as Barry chose his Pokemon, or as Professor Rowan and Dawn returned to Sandgem Town.
In a dreamlike state, I pressed the button in the middle of the Poke Ball and tossed it up into the air. “Go, Piplup!“ I whispered. With a flash of light, my Piplup appeared.
I knelt down in front of my Piplup, and gazed into its large brown eyes. “Hey, little guy,” I said softly.
“Piplup! Pii!” it squeaked, then turned away. It saddened me a little that Piplup didn’t respect me much yet, as I did it, though I hoped that would soon change. Piplup is a proud Pokemon by nature, and it would take some time before it would truly bond with me.
“Hellooo?” Barry said in a falsely mocking tone. “Anyone in there?” He poked my head a few times
“Hey!” I said self-consciously.
Barry smirked. “Oh, he lives! Good. Whaddaya say we have a battle? Turtwig against Piplup?”
My heart sank. Of course, Barry had chosen the Pokemon Piplup was weak to. I should have expected as much. However, this early on Turtwig shouldn’t know any Grass-type moves yet, so that wouldn’t be much of an issue.
I looked at Piplup. “You ready for this?” Piplup glared at me indignantly, as if to say,
Are you kidding? Of course I‘m ready! Bring it on!
I smiled at Piplup’s confidence. Trying to mirror Piplup’s sureness in itself, I replied, “Why not?”
Barry jumped up and down as if he’d wet his pants. “Yes! Turtwig, let’s go!”
Barry tossed his Poke Ball in the air, and with a flash, Turtwig appeared. “Turt! Turtwig!”
My first battle had begun.
The two starters faced off against each other, sizing each other up. I ran through what I knew of Turtwig in my mind. At Level 5, it would know Tackle and Withdraw, two very underwhelming options. I knew Piplup knew nothing better, though.
I took the first move. “Piplup, use Pound! Don’t let up!”
Piplup waddled toward Turtwig, ready for action…
…and fell flat on its face.
Piplup pushed itself up, puffed up its chest, and looked back at me. I could read its expression perfectly.
I meant to do that.
I smiled. “Okay, let’s try this again! Pound, Piplup!”
This time, Piplup succeeded in reaching its target, and began mercilessly smacking Turwig with its flippers.
Barry protested, “Hey! That one hurt! Turtwig, retaliate with Tackle! Trap Piplup beneath you!”
Turtwig did exactly as it was told. It slammed into Piplup, knocking it down and trapping it under its weight.
“Now use Withdraw!”
It was a good tactic, and it put me in a desperate situation. While it couldn’t Tackle Piplup again, its weight would damage Piplup until it fainted, all the while raising its Defense until Piplup could barely scratch it. However, Barry had unwittingly exposed Turtwig’s weaker underbelly to Piplup’s assaults. Hitting it there would do more damage than anwhere else would, particularly as its Defense steadily rose.
There wasn’t much I could do, so I ordered Piplup to spam Pound.
Both Pokemon were beginning to look fatigued at this point, and I knew one of them would go down soon. If Piplup stayed beneath Turtwig any longer, it would faint. I needed to get it out of there as soon as possible.
“Piplup, use your strongest Pound and try to get Turtwig off of you!” I called.
Barry, oblivious to what I was doing, continued ordering Turtwig to use Withdraw.
Piplup summoned all its strength, and with a mighty heave, shoved the Turtwig off. This unexpected action unbalanced Turtwig, and it toppled over onto its shell.
I smiled. The battle was over, and we both knew it. Gary desperately urged Turtwig to get up, but to no avail. With Turtwig immobilized on top of its shell and its underbelly exposed, Piplup could finally break through its defenses and win this for us.
Relieved, I ordered the final attack. “Piplup, finish this up with Pound!”
Barry desperately pounded the earth. “No, no, no, no, NO! TURTWIG!”
As the final attack struck home, Turtwig lost its energy and fainted. And I breathed a sigh as I won my first battle.
Barry rushed over to his Turtwig. “Turtwig, return!” he cried. “You did a good job, buddy.”
I, too, ran over to my Pokemon. “You did great, Piplup!” I said joyously. Piplup looked at me, as if to say,
Of course I did! What did you expect?
Barry stood up and clipped his Poke Ball to his belt. “Whew. That battle tired me out. I’m going home; see you later!”
I’m a Pokemon Trainer. And winning is what I do.