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Post by Feather on Mar 12, 2008 14:48:58 GMT 10
All the large spearow knew of was pulls as he watched his own feathers being sent up in a storm. Blood peppered the ground from where both birds had struck the other. Rearing back he glared as the smaller bird staggered away. At least there were orange feathers around the brown, afterall unlike the Torchic his attack didn't pull but stabbed. Shaking himself free of the l oose dark red liquid he took a sep toward the Torchic, only for the whole brawl like fight to begin again. This little fellow was stronger then he had first given him credit for, if the furrows on the Spearows chest were any sign.
When all the feathers had settled to the ground he took another step forward. The first scratch attack hit him right above the eye as he prepared for another peck. Lucky for him he had closed the eye, and now it would only leave a scar above his eyelid. Opening his eye, he dashed forward again, pecking, and then he leaned back.Using his wings and tail for balance, he lifted one taloned foot and snapped it out to grab the Torchic's right foot. Then he pulled. Towards his large body. Using his left wing he tried to push away the Torchic's wings, and deliver a quick but devastating peck to the chest area. Blood speckled the ground as he moved, mostly from his own, half bald chest, which was now missing most of it's red feathers.
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Post by Kittstar1 on Mar 13, 2008 16:55:17 GMT 10
It began to dawn on Blaze that he'd have to try a different tact if he was to continue this battle properly. In a deft movement, which stirred the feather filled air which surrounded them, he slapped the Spearow on the face with both wings. The feathers swirrled around them, causing it to be very hard to see what was going on. Also the clap to the face should, Blaze calculated, distract and/or confuse the Spearow long enough for his next move. He darted around the other bird and tried to get behind him to continue his scratch attacks. Many small droplets of blood hit the ground as he ran, leaving a crimson trail behind him.
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Post by Feather on Mar 14, 2008 5:23:48 GMT 10
The Spearow stepped back as the wings smacked into his face. How that little bugger had done that with such short wings was hard to determine. But distract him it did, shaking his head he jumped forward just as the little birds claws raked the air behind him. Glancing downwards he was glad to find out he wasn't the only one bleeding, as if to remind him of that similiarity his mauled chest gave a burst of pain, which went right to his mkind. Bluring it for a minute, and making him forget to retaliate. This was remedied mere seconds later when he dashed forward and drove his head downwards in a peck attack. A savage one, fueled by an eed to get back at the little bird, but aimed off track due to his fatigue and the pain in his breast. At least this battle was dying them a darker red. <Little son of a---> No need to finish. They both knew what that ended with.
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Post by Kittstar1 on Mar 14, 2008 14:06:53 GMT 10
The wind was picking up again, and the fallen feathers began to swirl about more violently around the pair of embattled birds. Blaze was a little annoyed that his scratch attack had missed the Spearow's tail section. But he was still undaunted, and he continued to press his attack, even as the other bird began to turn again. Of course, the wild blow of the Spearow's peck attack went wild and came down beside, rather than on, the little Torchic. But Blaze could hear, as if in the distance, Randy call for another "Crab-hammer Flail Attack!" He rushed forward again, waving his little wings through the swirling feathers, and creating a beautiful design through them for any onlookers of the battle, and dove in for another scratch attack at the other bird's chest again. He hoped his attack would make quick work of the other Pokemon, as he could feel the weariness begin to set in to his bones.
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Post by Feather on Mar 14, 2008 14:24:43 GMT 10
The wild peck put the Spearow off balance. It also sent his mouth into a gallop of pokemon curses, and fowl names. Windmilling his feathers to rebalance himself he narrowed his eyes and stared angrily at the little Torchic. The orange and red of the surrounding feathers seeming to amplify the rage buried underneath his stare. Then he heard the orders to attack. Of course hearing and reacting to are two completely different things. The time between the attack and the command were so miniscule, he had a chance to send his break forward to grab tje Torchic before pain raved his chest. His break was still clenched tightly as he hit the ground ,and his eyes rolled up into his head. After 5 or so seconds his beak opened. That was another victory for the Torchic and Randy. <Wel I lost..eh Rakish.> Lifting one wing he mumbled something and laid it on his chest. Rakish had faded from his vision, that little brat of a bird would pay!
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Post by Kittstar1 on Mar 15, 2008 14:18:34 GMT 10
[Total Word Count: (339 (= 74 + 265) + 126 + 124 + 255 + 159 + 116) = 1119]
Blaze was a little taken aback when the other bird managed to lunge at him like that in the middle of his next attack, grabbing his leg and then falling to the ground with a thud (while Blaze found himself sitting down rather hard on his bottom from the other's attack). Feathers which had been separated from their owners continued to flutter about in the stirring wind. He sighed with relief when the other bird's grip suddenly went limp and released his leg, and when it became apparent that he wasn't getting up again anytime soon. Blaze struggled to his feet, he was sore all over, and had many cuts and scratches from the battle, but he could still stand, if only on the undamaged leg.
Randy, realizing that the fight was over, rushed over to Blaze and scooped him up. "Are you OK?" Were the first words out of her mouth, followed quickly by, "Good job, little buddy." As she nuzzled him against her cheek.
Randy put Blaze down and started rummaging through her pack to find the little first-aid kit she carried for such emergencies. After treating Blaze's most obvious wounds, she took care of the scratches on her arm, so that they wouldn't get infected. Then she stood up again and, pulling a pokeball from her belt said "Blaze, return!" In a flash of light the little patched up Torchic returned to the sanctity of his ball. Then Randy turned to the Spearow.
He had been a formidiable opponent, and even though he had seemed intent on killing them both, Randy felt sorry for him. She hated to see a creature that was suffering. So she went over to him and gently patched up the biggest wounds, which were mainly on his chest area, and then she lifted him gently up and placed him in the lower branches of a nearby tree. He may have been unconcious but even so his bird tree-grabbing instinct was working great and he stayed on the little waving (in the wind) branch. Upon ensuring that he wouldn't fall off, Randy said, "Good-bye" to their fierce opponent, and then headed off for the next town, which she could just make out in the distance.
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