Walking over to his end of the Tamer’s Arena inside the PokéCenter, Ranma sighed as he shook his head. “You know, Séance, this is starting to get annoying,” Ranma said seriously as he stared at the raven-haired Pokégirl Tamer. Ranma had at first been thrown off by the sudden increase in muscle this guy had, but Ranma knew it must have been for show. The guy didn’t move like a martial artist. If anything, he seemed blinded by a growing rage. “Kinda like Ryoga,” Ranma figured.
Looking up, Ranma’s eyes widened. There was Genn, hanging from the center of the ceiling by a chain, a red rubber ball-gag in her mouth keeping her from saying anything. Damn that bastard Séance and his flair for the dramatic. Ranma could tell Genn was frightened beside s obviously being really uncomfortable.
Walking through the small seating area that was for the spectators to sit and watch, the NurseJoy went over to the Announcer’s Chair and sat down. She tapped the microphone, causing a ringing to go through the speakers. “Testing, testing. One, two...” The NurseJoy spoke into the microphone. Covering her mouth and coughing, the NurseJoy said, “Welcome one and all to the Greenpeace PokéCenter Arena, with the special bout, ‘The Rack-Shasa Cup’. Today’s PokéBattle is brought to you by Buckshiny, the Bottom Buffer. Because remember, ‘if it’s that shiny, it’s gotta be a Buckshiny Bum’.”
Ranma didn’t really listen to the NurseJoy spout sponsor dribble. He didn’t know WHY Séance wanted to make such a big production of this whole thing, bringing him to a Tamer’s Arena AND opening it to the public for viewing.
“In the red corner,” The NurseJoy began, “A level 69 Pokégirl Tamer, weighing in at 188 lbs, Seven Gym Badges to his name, over two hundred consecutive victories and no loses. I give you that Pokégirl Tamer wonder, Ranma Sextome!”
Ranma didn’t really listen to the cheers he got from the small audience. He was thankful the audience wasn’t large though; he wasn’t comfortable with people watching him. He could see Stryyp and Archon sitting in the audience. That alone at least gave him some small comfort.
“And in the blue corner,” The NurseJoy started up again once the spectators had started to calm down in their cheering for Sextome. “A level 42 Pokégirl Tamer, weighing in at 204 lbs, Four Gym Badges to his credit, eighty-two victories and ONLY seven loses. I give you the Pokégirl Tamer from Vain, Séance Leer!”
His grip on his PokéBall tightening, Séance also didn’t acknowledge the spectators. He was content to just glare daggers at the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer. He just wanted to get this PokéBattle underway. He wanted to humiliate Sextome and take back what was rightfully his! Damn it! His teacher, the Arch-Mage Ghaleon, had given Genn to HIM! That pokéwoman was his by all rights!
After some time, the NurseJoy began to speak up again. “The rules for the Rack-Shasa cup go as follows,” The NurseJoy began with a serious voice. “Four pokégirls per Tamer. A pokégirl can be recalled, but it counts as an automatic loss for that round. No death-strikes. There is an allowance of one Healing Item use per Tamer for the match. The first person to have four of their pokégirls defeated or withdrawn is the loser.” The NurseJoy looked between the two Tamers. “Do you two agree to these rules?”
“Yeah,” Ranma said uncertainly. He didn’t mind any of these rules, but he didn’t like how Genn was forced to hang up from the ceiling like a piece of beef.
“Agreed!” Séance shouted without hesitation.
“All right then!” The NurseJoy shouted. “Let’s begin! PokéBall Go!”
Growling, Séance pointed an accusing finer at Ranma. “Today is the day your constant winning streak ends, Sextome!” Séance growled angrily, loud enough to be heard by the audience. “Today is the day I make a complete fool of you and take back what’s mine! DO YOU HEAR ME! GENN WILL BE MINE AGAIN!”
The Rack-Shasa stared hard at her old owner with shock in her eyes. She couldn’t believe how psychotic he was becoming. At first, she thought it was great to see him again, when he came up to her Master’s room to issue a challenge. But now that she was hanging from the ceiling by shackles around her wrists, being treated as a prize, the poor Rack-Shasa didn’t know what to think.
His eyes narrowing, Ranma frowned. So that’s what the guy’s game was. “He considers Genn his, but...” Ranma’s thoughts trailed off as he once again looked up at the poor bound and ball-gagged pokéwoman. She certainly didn’t seem happy about being with this guy. Not at all.
Growling, Séance was getting angry at how Sextome would just ignore whatever he said. So he shouted at Ranma once more. “WELL!?”
Frowning further, Ranma looked up at Séance with a rather hateful glare. “Someone needs to knock you and your pompous attitude down a peg or two. And I’m just the one to do it.” Taking a PokéBall off of his PokéBelt, Ranma said, “Queer, you’re going down!”
His eyes widening considerably, Séance’s temper raised by numerous degrees if possible. Taking a deep breath, the Magic-type Pokégirl Tamer shouted at the top of his lungs, “THAT’S LEER, YOU JACKASS! NOT QUEER!!!”
“Whatever,” Ranma said nonchalantly. As far as he was concerned, this Séance guy didn’t deserve an ounce of respect; the guy was obviously like the majority of the Tamers that Jetta had warned him about. Holding his PokéBall, Ranma threw it with a shout of, “Sheila! I Screw You!”
With a flash of red light, Ranma watched as Sheila formed from the red haze. He felt pretty good about using Sheila for battle. Hell, she had worked out pretty well the last time against Séance and his Magic-type pokégirls. She could easily work again.
Staring at the Shaguar, Séance chuckled menacingly. “I was hoping you’d choose that pokégirl again, Sextome,” He smirked haughtily. He then threw his PokéBall with a cry of, “Mitsuko! I Screw You!”
Ranma blinked his eyes as a rather busty fox-like girl appeared from the beam of right light that had been Séance’s PokéBall. The vulpine-like pokégirl was wearing a rather tight white t-shirt, which did nothing to hide her figure, or perkiness, and a rather tight and short leather skirt. “What the hell?” (Bryan: Looks like Tifa Lockhart's been giving out fashion tips lately....)
Laughing, Séance shouted, “Face the wrath of my Vixxen, Sextome!” He pointed outwards in a somewhat sentai-pose. “Mitsuko! Flame Thrower!”
Watching the fox-like pokégirl open her mouth, Ranma’s eyes widened as he saw a flame forming. “Sheila! Use Ice Wall!”
Sheila nodding her head and raised a shield of ice from the ground, just as a blast of flame went rushing forward...
...But it was in vain, as the onward rush of flame went right through the wall of frozen water and slammed straight into the Shaguar, sending her flying back a good distance.
“Sheila!” Ranma shouted, watching his Shaguar fight to stand back up.
Séance smirked; glad the wave of battle was already in his favor. “Mitsuko! Tackle!”
Mitsuko rushed towards the downed Shaguar, intent on ramming into her.
Ranma frowned. “Sheila! Snow Storm!”
Raising her hands forward, Sheila let loose an ice elemental attack to try and freeze the vulpine pokégirl in her tracks. However, much to the petite titty-kitty’s horror, the Vixxen didn’t even slow down in speed and just went right on as if nothing happened. Sheila was caught and tackled to the floor by the larger pokégirl.
“W-what!?” Ranma shouted, wondering why the heck that hadn’t done anything.
Séance continued to laugh. “What are you, stupid? Your Shaguar is an Ice-type. She’s no match for my Fire-type!” Séance laughed a bit. “Mitsuko! Use Burning Hands.”
Nodding her head, the Vixxen began to concentrate great warmth into her hands as she groped the small pokégirl. Sheila squirmed, kicked, and whined in pain and pleasure.
Ranma just gawked at the sight. “Shit... She can’t fight back!”
Smirking, Séance commanded, “Mitsuko! Up the strength of the fire in your Burning Hands!”
As soon as Séance commanded that, Sheila screamed in pain as the Vixxen’s hands started to actually ignite in flame. Ranma growled at the sight. “Hey! Cut it out!”
Crossing his arms over his chest, Séance smirked. “Make me. There’s no way your pathetic little Ice-type can win.”
Ranma frowned. Damn it. That bastard was probably right. Still, no use in letting Sheila get more hurt than she already was if she couldn’t win. “Sheila!” Ranma shouted as he held up her PokéBall. “Return!”
“B-but Master!” Sheila tried as she squirmed underneath the Vixxen, but didn’t get much more out as the beam struck her. The light then retracted back into the PokéBall, signifying Sheila was back in her containment unit.
Mitsuko frowned a bit. Oh, darn! She knew that little titty-kitty was just starting to like it. And she never got to use any of her Sex Attacks on the little Shaguar either. Life could be SO unfair at times.
Séance laughed a somewhat maniacal gleam came to his eyes. “Yes! The first round is MINE! You can’t win this time, Sextome!”
“Wanna bet?” Ranma growled. His pride as a martial artist wouldn’t let him just roll over and be defeated. Too much was riding on this fight. GENN’S FREEDOM was riding on the outcome of this PokéBattle for crying out loud!
But who? Who could Ranma use next? From his understanding, all of his pokégirls were susceptible to fire on some level. Genn wasn’t, but he couldn’t use her right now because of that bastard Séance. Jetta, while being one of his pokégirls, outright told him she was VERY susceptible to fire. Grave might hold up, but she might lose it in a mental sense once she saw Séance. “Which leaves me with the Diggers sisters,” Ranma thought. True, they weren’t exactly impervious to fire and were the most flashy of pokégirls... Well, maybe Brit was, but Ranma knew that they certainly didn’t have fire as a great weakness. “And if that fire can’t touch its target...”
His mind made up, Ranma put Sheila’s PokéBall back on his PokéBelt and took off another one. He held it up with a cry of, “Britanny! I Screw You!”
A beam of light shot out from the PokéBall, and low and behold, it was the spotted titty kitty... Who was staring down at her legs. “MASTER!” She cried out. “Look! Two legs! I got two again!”
Ranma nodded his head. Last he knew, Brit had the lower body of a cheetah. Right now, she certainly looked like her old Cheetit self. “Yeah, great, Brit.”
Snorting, Séance asked, “What the hell are you two, talking about? Get the hell on with the match already!”
“Match?” Britanny asked as she turned her head. She frowned at seeing Séance again... True, a buffer Séance, but it looked like the same weenie bastard from before. Only this time he had a Fire-type pokégirl as well.
“Yes, a PokéBattle!” Ranma said. “And ownership of Genn is on the line!” He added with a shout.
“Excuse me?” Britanny asked. Seeing her master point up, she looked and saw Genn hanging there, tied up and gagged. Her eye twitched quite a bit. “That’s not right...” She mumbled as she looked back down at her opponent, a Vixxen. Frowning, Britanny said, “You’re going down!”
Séance chuckled. “I see you’re using that Cheetit again. I have to admit, your pokégirl’s got spunk,” He started to smile in a sinister fashion. “But let’s see how well she does against fire.” Raising a hand, Séance commanded, “Mitsuko! Flame Tower!”
Nodding her head, Mitsuko held out her hands, a large flame igniting in both of them. She then started to toss them around, creating rows of flame, which were heading straight for Britanny.
Seeing this, Ranma shouted, “BRITANNY! ROCKET DODGE!”
Narrowing her eyes, Britanny literally lunged forward, trying to get past the rising walls of flame as they headed towards her. Amazingly, she managed to move past the fire without touching it. Sure, she felt the heat, but she could stand it.
Séance smirked. The Cheetit was falling into his trap. “Mitsuko! Flame Tower! Again!”
Ranma watched as again, the Vixxen created two more walls of flame...
...Effectively circling herself and Britanny in a ring of fire.
“Shit!” Ranma grumbled. This bastard was really working on his strategies.
Feeling quite smug, Séance taunted, “What’re you going to do now, Sextome? Your Cheetit is as good as stir-fry!”
“Masterrr...” Britanny winced at the heat. She hoped Ranma gave her a command soon.
Ranma frowned further. What could he do? This was obviously a dangerous situation. Britanny might not have been truly ‘weak’ against fire, but Ranma knew that she could still be hurt by it rather effectively. Hell, Ranma himself knew how hard it was to fight fire. Hell, Saffron had still been one of his hardest battles, and that bastard REALLY knew how to use fire to cause damage. It had taken an advanced version of the Hiryuu Shoten Ha to...
Ranma’s eyes widen. “Britanny! Tornado Run!”
Britanny nodded. She started running around the Vixxen in circles, coming dangerously close to the flame.
Séance was curious by this tactic, but still felt good. “Heh. Trying to roast your Cheetit for me, Sextome? How thoughtful.”
Ranma smirked a little. “So you think.”
Seeing the pigtailed Tamer start to become smug, Séance wondered why the hell that was. There was no way such a tactic could work. There was no...
Séance’s eyes went wide as he watched the circle of flame start to get literally sucked into the whirlwind the Cheetit was creating. His eyes widened further upon seeing his Vixxen get sucked into the speeding wind. “HEY!”
Ranma smiled a bit more. “Britanny! STOP!”
Hearing her master give her another command, Britanny came to a screeching halt, sending the flame and the Vixxen flying.
Genn swung her body to the side, narrowly avoiding being hit by the Fire-type pokégirl who hit the ceiling harshly. Watching the Vixxen stick to the ceiling for a moment, Genn winced when she watched the Fire-type fall to the ground with the loud...
*THUD*!
Séance’s eye twitched erratically. His Vixxen had been beaten by that damned Cheetit. Growling, Séance held up his PokéBall. “Mitsuko! Return!”
Sighing, Ranma watched as the Fire-type was retrieved back to her PokéBall. “So, now we’re even, Séance?”
Growling, Séance glared hatefully at Ranma. “We’re not done yet, Sextome!” He sneered as he reached for another PokéBall. “Selena! I Screw You!” He shouted as a blast of red light shot out from the red and white metal ball.
With the familiar blast of red light, the cigarette smoking Sorceress appeared. Smirking a little, the Selena took a deep drag of her cigarette before blowing the puff of smoke into Britanny’s face. “So you think you can take me on, little Cheetit?”
“Think? Heck, I know!” Britanny said. She looked at her master pleadingly.
Nodding his head, Ranma gave Britanny the command of, “Britanny! Speed Punch!”
Smiling happily, Britanny gave the Sorceress what for. What looked like one punch was actually five, and all went straight to the Sorceress’s head before Séance could even give Selena a command.
The raven-haired Pokégirl Tamer gawked at seeing his Alpha pokégirl out of it already. “N-no way!”
“Yes way!” Wayne Campbell Ranma said, starting to feel a bit better. “Looks like I’m now ahead of you now.”
His eye’s narrowing as he glared at Ranma, Séance aimed the Sorceress’s PokéBall at her and yelled, “Selena! Return!” And with that cry, the Sorceress returned to her PokéBall, rather unconscious form the Cheetit’s attack. Growling, Séance placed Selena’s PokéBall back onto his belt. He then took off the one next to it and threw it with a cry of, “MADRID! I SCREW YOU!”
Ranma frowned as he saw the familiar pokégirl take form from the red light. That same rather evil pokégirl with the eyes on her abdomen. “Britanny, careful with that one!”
Hearing her master’s words, Britanny nodded her head. She knew she had to be careful.
“Let’s see how well your Cheetit can handle a directed fire attack.” Looking at his Daimon, Séance shouted, “Madrid! Flame Burst!”
Smirking, the Daimon held her hands forward, sparks of red light gathering into her palms, creating a ball of sparkling light that grew larger and larger, becoming a ball of fire.
“Britanny! Rocket Dodge!” Ranma shouted, although he had a feeling that that technique wouldn’t help her. A Burst attack covered way too much area if powered enough.
Nodding her head, Britanny began running around the area, hoping she could avoid the burst of Fire-elemental energy that the Infernal-type pokégirl was going to unleash.
With a mighty cry, the Daimon released the ball of fire. The energy blasted outward as it hit the ground near the Cheetit, creating a shock wave from the force of explosive fire. Fortunately for Britanny, she was only caught by the shockwave, which sent her tumbling for quite a distance; but nothing to take her out of the game yet.
Narrowing his eyes as he stared at thee Cheetit, Séance commanded, “Madrid! Again!”
Smirking, Madrid began to once again gather Fire-elemental energy in her hands, intent on creating another burst of energy. “I’m going to fry you this time, titty-kitty!” She taunted as she gathered more and more energy into her attack this time.
Taking note of the situation, Ranma shouted, “Britanny! You’ve got to disrupt that attack! Now!”
Cracking her knuckles, Britanny nodded. “Then may I use the Speed Punch again, Master?” She asked. She had every intention of beating that Daimon.
“Sure!” Ranma said, giving her the okay.
“Sweet,” Britanny chuckled a tad evilly as she rushed forward, fists flying. She hit the Daimon head-on...
...Causing BOTH pokégirls to be enveloped in a powerful burst of fire as the Daimon lost control over all the Fire energy she had been gathering.
“Britanny!” Ranma shouted, hoping the cat-like pokégirl was all right. He would have never forgiven himself if Britanny were hurt.
When the smoke cleared, both Tamers could see both their pokégirls on the ground, twitching quite a bit in pain. It would have been a double KO if both had been unconscious. Instead they were both really, really hurting.
Turning to look at the NurseJoy with the microphone, Ranma asked, “Hey! I can use ONE item on my girl, right?”
Nodding her head, the NurseJoy answered, “That is correct!”
“Thanks,” Ranma said as he reached into his backpack. He took out a red vial and literally threw it at Britanny. It amazed him how the thing literally exploded into a haze of red mist that enveloped the Cheetit, healing her.
Britanny’s eyes widened as the X-Potion worked its medicinal power over her. Slowly, the slight burns and singing all over her body, the aching muscles... Her entire body was all calmed down as if nothing had happened. Smiling, Britanny got back onto her feet. “Thank you, Master!”
Groaning from her spot on the ground, The Daimon rolled onto her side so she could look at her owner. “M-Master...”
Frowning further, Séance held up the Daimon’s PokéBall. “Madrid! Return!” He called out. A red beam of light shot out from the center of the PokéBall and hit the exhausted Daimon, bringing her back to her containment unit.
Ranma frowned. Yeah, that REALLY sucked that Séance would refuse to heal his pokégirl, but on the bright side that made things REALLY easier for Ranma. “Only one more to go,” Ranma thought. “But it can’t be that easy. Nothing ever is.”
And indeed, Ranma’s instincts were intact. Instead of being nervous that Ranma has the lead and he was down to his last pokégirl, Séance couldn’t help but smile. “This is the end of the line for you, Sextome...” Séance chuckled as he held his fourth PokéBall.
“Oh, now is it?” Ranma asked, sounding a lot more confident than he was feeling at the moment. At times like this he usually did feel good about himself and his abilities. Unfortunately, he couldn’t personally fight in PokéBattles. Only the pokégirls and pokéwomen were allowed to.
“Yes it is,” Séance answered back. Holding the PokéBall tightly, Séance drew his hand back and then tossed the ball, shouting, “AVENGER! I SCREW YOU!”
Ranma blinked his eyes as he saw the pokégirl form from the red light. A woman, blonde haired, average build, in rather tight, form-fitting red leotard that went up to encompass her face, revealing only her eyes, nose, and the area around her mouth. The ensemble was topped off with a gray-colored wide-brimmed hat with matching-colored cape, gloves, and boots. He had to admit, the pole-arm the pokégirl had was rather interesting. It wasn’t a spear or an axe-head, but something akin to a curved wedge. “And what is this?”
Séance smirked. “My pokégirl to end all pokégirls,” His smile widened. “She is your defeat, Sextome.”
Britanny eyed the pokégirl across from her with a rather attentive eye. That outfit left NOTHING to the imagination. But there was something else about this girl. Those eyes. Something about them just seemed to tug at the werecheetah’s mind. Something about this girl hit Britanny the wrong way...
...Just as the opponent pokégirl’s weapon did just then. “Nice try!” Britanny spat, having evaded the first attack. “You missed me!”
The Avenger just stayed silent, twirling the pole-arm like a bo-staff. She stopped ad held it at the ready.
Séance smiled, deciding to test the waters first. “Avenger! Carve!” He commanded to his pokégirl, who held her bo-staff like a baseball bat and started to take a rather wide swing with it.
Seeing the pokégirl try to take a strike at his pokégirl’s legs, Ranma shouted, “Britanny! Dodge!”
Hearing her master’s command, Britanny literally leapt back, the blunt-instrument of trauma missing her leg.
Ranma saw this and commanded, “Britanny! Tackle!”
“Avenger! Parry and follow up with Slash!”
Hearing her Master’s command, the Avenger raised her weapon up, using the middle of the staff to block the Cheetit, literally flipping her off to the side.
Fortunately, being the Cat-type that she was, Britanny continued to do a few flips in the air, and then dismounting gently as she landed on her feet. She then followed up with a back flip, avoiding the attack from the opponent pokégirl’s weapon.
Ranma let out a sigh of relief at seeing Britanny was okay. “That’s the way, Brit!” He cheered her on. “All you need to do is outlast her so just go for hit an run! You’re faster than her!”
Smirking, Séance chuckled. “Yes, she’s faster than my pokégirl...” As he took something out of his pocket, he cryptically added, “But not for long.” Still smiling, Séance held up a white pill. He tossed it his pokégirl, who caught it with one hand. She then swallowed the pill without hesitation.
Staring at the pokégirl, Ranma frowned. What the hell did Séance mean with that? And while Ranma now knew that Séance had used his one item, he couldn’t help but wonder just what the hell was that pill was.
Ranma got his answer when a swirling aura of yellowish light shot up around the pokégirl, bathing her in an aura of yellow.
Smirking, Séance taunted, “X Speed works wonders on making a pokégirl’s speed an agility on near-Cheetit levels, if only for a little time.” Snapping his fingers, Séance commanded, “Avenger! Slash!”
Avenger rushed forward at incredible speed, smashing Britanny across the face with hear weapon; the heavy metal had enough force to send the Cheetit flying a good distance back.
“Britanny!” Ranma shouted, seeing his Cheetit take quite the wallop.
Séance chuckled, feeling MUCH better. “Avenger! Use Slash again! You have the big-breasted bitch on the run!”
Sitting back up, Britanny spat some blood to the side as she rubbed her jaw. “Hey! I’m a pussycat! Not a bitch!” Her eyes then widened as she saw the other pokégirl come back to follow up for another attack. She rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding being hit again. Getting to her feet, she watched as the pokégirl pulled the steel wedge from out of the floor of the arena. She didn’t even want to THINK about what would have happened if she had sat there.
Ranma frowned, getting worried for his pokégirl. “Hang in there, Brit! That item should wear off soon enough! Otherwise you’re both equal! Just hang in there?”
Hearing that, Séance scoffed. “Equal?” He asked in a mocking tone. “You fool! She’s a Heroine! She’s far more than a mere Fighting-type...”
Ranma frowned. “Britanny! Speed Punch!” He shouted, watching his Cheetit start rushing towards the pokégirl in red.
Smirking, Séance finished. “She’s also a Psychic-type. Avenger! Telekinesis!”
Britanny blanched as she was suddenly surrounded by a light blue haze and started to float; her attack effectively derailed.
Chuckling a little, Séance commanded, “Avenger! Give that pokégirl what-for!”
Nodding her head, the Heroine did as commanded. Looking up, the Cheetit slammed into the ceiling. Looking down, the Cheetit went falling back down, slamming into the ground. Again, she looked up, causing the Cheetit to slam into the ceiling. And then once, more, she looked down, and the Cheetit followed the gaze, slamming back down into the ground with a tremendous force.
“BRITANNY!” Ranma shouted, staring at his Cheetit whom was down on the ground.
Whimpering, Britanny was trying to stand up. She could barely lift her body on her hands, she just hurt so much. “Masterrrr...” She growled, forcing herself to a standing position. “Not done yet...”
“Oh, but I think you are,” Séance chuckled darkly. Looking at his Heroine, the Magic-type Pokégirl Tamer commanded, “Avenger! Psychic!”
When the Heroine let loose her attack, Britanny screamed in pain as her senses were overwhelmed by the onslaught of Psychic power. The area around Britanny was wavy as the ground beneath her was cracked by the force of the attack.
“BRITANNY!!!” Ranma shouted, staring in horror, knowing he could do nothing to interfere.
When it was over, Britanny stood there trembling. She then fell forward onto her knees, and then the rest of her body fell forward; landing face first onto the ground.
Staring at the unconscious Cat-type pokégirl, Séance laughed. “I always wanted to see that bitch get hers! And now we’re half-way to victory!” He then laughed louder.
Hearing Séance talk, Ranma’s eyes narrowed. That bastard used his pokégirl to mercilessly hurt Britanny. “Don’t get so cocky, Séance. I’m not through yet!”
Séance smirked. “Oh, really?” He chuckled. “If I remember correctly, all you have are some useless Fighting-types. I on the other hand have a Psychic-type. So go on, try your luck. I’ll defeat your pokégirls easily enough!”
Frowning at Séance’s attitude, Ranma didn’t even answer the jackass as he took Britanny’s PokéBall off of his belt and recalled her. “Britanny! Return!” And as expected, a beam of red light shot out, hitting the Cheetit and bringing her back inside of her PokéBall.
Placing Britanny’s PokéBall back onto his PokéBelt, Ranma then took another PokéBall off of his belt. “We’ll see how good Fighting-types are,” He then tossed the PokéBall with a cry of, “Gina! I Screw You!”
With a flash of light came the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Amazonchan. She looked back and forth between the group, trying to figure out what was going on. “Master?” She asked tentatively.
“Yeah, Gina?” Ranma answered.
“Is this a... PokéBattle?” She gulped.
Nodding his head, Ranma answered, “Yes, Gina.”
Gina winced. Crap-and-a-half. She was never that good at PokéBattles.
Seeing the look of apprehension on Gina’s face, Ranma said, “Gina! Don’t worry! Give it your all!” He smiled. “Now, give her a Chi Blast!”
Nodding her head, Gina turned back to face the spandex-clad pokégirl. She cupped her hands together, a crackle of energy forming. She then thrust her hands forward, firing off a white ball of chi.
Séance smiled. “Avenger! Deflect!” He commanded.
Nodding her head, the Avenger held up her pole-arm and started spinning it like a baton. As the Chi Blast hit it, the Avenger sent the attack flying off harmlessly into the stands.
“Master!” Archon cried, as her owner got hit head-on, falling out of his seat. “Are you okay, Master?”
Stryyp, for his part, just groaned.
“HEY! Be careful!” Ranma said, looking over to the seating and hoping Stryyp was all right. He was sure Stryyp would be though.
Feeling very confident, Séance said, “You can’t make me!” He snapped his fingers. “This blonde Amazonchan bores me already. Just finish her off, Avenger. Psychic!”
Nodding her head, the Heroine began to gather her mental energies, powering up for one hell of a blast.
Ranma looked at his Amazonchan and shouted, “Gina! While she’s powering up! Chi Blast! Again!”
Hearing that command, Gina once again cupped her hands together; crackle of energy forming between her two palms. Once Gina felt she had enough energy, she then thrust her hands forward, firing off a white ball of chi...
...But it was all for naught, as the Avenger released her mental energy in one powerful awe-inspiring wave of destruction, a huge trench being made through the ground as it headed towards the Amazonchan. Gina tried to raise her arms to block the attack, but she was still sent flying.
“Gina!” Ranma shouted, and literally caught Gina in his arms as she landed towards him. Looking down at her, Ranma asked, “Are you okay, Gina?”
Looking up at her Tamer, Gina sniffled. “Sorry, Master...” She whimpered. “I’m just not strong enough.”
Seeing his pokégirl tear up, Ranma sighed. “It’s okay, Gina,” Ranma said seriously. Trying to calm the girl, he kissed her on the forehead. “We’ll discuss this later.”
“Okay, Master,” Gina answered tentatively. Damn it. If only she had a little more endurance.
Letting Gina down on the ground, Ranma held her PokéBall in his hand. “Gina! Return!” He said as the beam of light struck out at the Amazonchan.
Seeing Ranma recall his pokégirl, Séance crossed his arms over his chest and smiled, feeling damn confident. “The score’s tied and my Heroine is still in top condition.” Séance smirked a bit more. “Face it, Sextome. You cannot win this time! YOU are going to lose to ME and then Genn will be mine once more!!!” Séance gloated.
Ranma smirked a bit. “Hey, I wouldn’t bet on it if I were you.”
“Oh?” Séance asked. “What? Besides Genn and that little worthless G-Splice you won from me, all you have is Fighting-types.” He smiled and looked up at the ceiling. “And as you can see, Genn is a little tied-up at the moment.”
Her eye twitching, Genn looked down at her former master. Damn. She had never seen this side of him before. And she really wasn’t liking it.
Ranma frowned. What could he use? He really did only have Fighting-types. Genn wasn’t one, but she wasn’t an option for him, especially since that bastard Séance complained to the staff at the PokéCenter and had Genn practically made into a centerpiece for the arena. And Grave wasn’t strong enough for fighting PokéBattles just yet. Heck, he really needed to up her strength a bit more.
Sighing, Ranma looked around the arena, seeing if there was anything that could possibly help him, any terrain advantage...
What he got was much better. He saw Archon trying to help her Tamer.
And while most wouldn’t think much about that, Ranma remembered Archon was a Psychic-type pokégirl. And if what Séance said was true, so was this Avenger. And Ranma knew that the Megami wasn’t invincible. She was put on the ropes by a certain rat-like pokégirl the last time.
Smiling, Ranma looked up at Séance. “It ends now, Séance,” He said as he took a Pokéball off of his PokéBelt.
Séance smirked. “Yes. Send out your next pokégirl, so that Avenger may mow her down like a blade of grass, like she did the last two pokégirls.”
“All right, then,” Ranma held his PokéBall up high and shouted, “Moisha! I Screw You!” The Battle-cry echoed in the arena of the Greenpeace PokéCenter as a red-light beamed out from the ball. A beam, which took the form of-
“A Ninjanezumi!?” Séance shrieked. “When the hell did you get one of those!?” Séance thought a bit fearfully.
Ranma nodded his head. “Yep! Say hello, to Moisha!”
Blinking her eyes, Moisha looked back at her master, and then towards the pokégirl in the yummy-looking red spandex. “Oh, like, is this a PokéBattle?”
“Yes, Moisha,” Ranma’s smile widened as he commanded, “Moisha, it’s time to cut that Psychic-type down to size! Dark Blade Mark II!”
“Righty!” Moisha shouted, as she withdrew her katana. She willed the Shadow Force onto the blade, covering it in a luminescent form of black.
Séance grit his teeth. Damn it! This could really screw things up! “Avenger! Psi-Blade Mark II!”
Nodding her head at the command from her Tamer, the Avenger held up her pole-arm, infusing it with Psychic-energy. The pole-arm began to glow with a rather bright light, a real contrast to the Ninjanezumi’s shadow-covered sword.
Ranma saw this and commanded, “Moisha! Slash!”
“Avenger!” Séance shouted. “Slash!”
Running up to the Heroine, Moisha slashed forward with her katana, only to be blocked by her opponent’s pole-arm. “That ain’t, like, gonna do against me, u’ know!”
“We shall see,” The Heroine said, speaking for the first time since she first appeared in the PokéBattle. She jumped back and took a swipe at the Nezumi, only to have her attack block. She then had to end up blocking another attack from the Ninjanezumi.
Seeing the two pokégirls clash with their weapons, Ranma had to wonder if they were going to be sued by LucasArts for the use of light-saber sound effects.
Avenger grunted, trying to hold up against the Ninjanezumi as the rat-like pokégirl pressed her sword against her pole-arm. “Nnn... The Force is strong with this one.”
“Oh yeah, we’re gonna get sued,” Ranma grumbled.
Avenger paused, turned her head to Ranma, and said: "I find your lack of faith...disturbing." the moment past, she turned her attention back to Moisha and continued fighting the buxom Ninjanezumi. The swordfight between the two combatants began to drift all about the arena, their weapons flashing, crackling, and snarling as the two enchanted weapons clashed together.
Someone was even considerate enough to put Duel Of The Fates on the arena's PA system on low volume--it fit the mood rather well.
Pressing her advantage, the Avenger shepherded Moisha toward one wall of the arena. As Moisha was backpedalling, her heel caught against a conveniently raised floorboard, causing her to stumble and fall backwards onto the arena floor.
The Avenger lunged forward and pointed her glowing polearm menacingly a few inches in front of Moisha's face. "You are defeated, young one. Conceed now and emerge from this duel unscathed."
"And if I don't?" asked Moisha.
"I am being charitable, young one. I am in no mood for altering this deal. Pray I don't alter it any further...." intoned the Avenger ominously.
Ranma felt a shiver down his spine. Was that the whoosh-hisss of a particular artificial respirator system he thought he heard!? The legal papers are on their way for sure....I can feel it....I can feel it....Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do. I'm half crazy all for the love of you-- Ranma shook his head to clear his mind of the webfiction author's lame use of famous movie lines for comedic purposes and looked worriedly at Moisha, her defeat seemed iminent.
Suddenly, Moisha swatted the Avenger's polearm aside with her katana, rolled away from the crimson-clad PokéGirl, and scrambled to her feet--facing the Avenger with her katana at the ready.
The Avenger smiled contentedly. "Ah....Impressive...most impresive." complimented the PokéGirl ominously, renewing her attack against Moisha....
Observing the battle, Ranma sighed wearily and rubbed his temples. Perhaps the legal papers were delayed so the plaintiff's legal team could build a stronger case of comedic copyright infringement against him....
The PokéGirl swordfight worked its way over to a raised platform that was about five feet high. Suddenly, Moisha batted Avenger's polearm aside with her katana and backflipped onto the platform. The Ninjanezumi was wide-eyed and breathing heavily--the battle was taking it's detrimental toll on her confidence and her constitution....
Sensing a change in the tenor and import of the duel, previously said someone switched Duel Of The Fates for The Dark Side Beckons that featured well-done, brooding symphonic music and an ominous sounding male chorus to maintain the mood and demeanor of the duel....
The Avenger took a few steps back and made her 'appeal' to the young Ninjanezumi standing above and in front of her: "There is no escape, young one. Don't make me hurt you....Moisha, you do not yet realize your importance in the scheme of things. You have only begun to discover the powers that are yours to command. Join me, and I will complete your tutelage. With our combined strength and abilities, we can end this pointless duel and bring about order and balance to the Force PokéGirl League."
"I'll never join you!" cried Moisha, the katana quivering in her hands.
For emphasis, the Avenger raised a fist toward Moisha. "If you only knew the power of the dark side, you would give yourself over to it as I have and allow it to empower you for your new station in life."
"Oh, NurseJoy." called Ranma.
"Yes," replied the NurseJoy.
"If a tall, scary-looking person dressed in black armor from head to toe should come in with a bunch of other people dressed the same way in white armor, tell them I'll be right with them and we can all leave for my execution together, ok?" directed Ranma glumly.
"Ok." confirmed the NurseJoy.
"You've told me enough!" snarled Moisha, "You've told me nothing but lies and falsehoods." (Bryan: Same thing but still dramatic dialogue, ne?)
"No." corrected the Avenger simply, "I...have spoken truthfully."
"NOOOOO!...NOOOOOO!" wailed Moisha in anguish, backpedalling slowly from the Avenger even more. "It can't be true!"
The Avenger became ominously persuasive: "Your thoughts betray you. Your feelings are quite strong. Especially for...sister?...Sister! So, you have a fellow harem-sister! Your feelings have now betrayed her as well. If you will not turn to the dark side, then perhaps she will...."
This, then, was Moisha's breaking point. For Lydia was the last unflagging hope of her Ninjanezumi clan. If the Avenger turned her twisted, misguided cravings on her!...
"No!" screamed Moisha defiantly, suddenly infused with new courage and vigor. She ran toward the edge of the platform and vaulted up over the Avenger. Twisting in the air, she landed on her feet behind the Avenger.
The Avenger whirled around and and stepped over to the side as Moisha charged her, avoiding being trapped against the platform.
As the enobling strains of The Force Theme (symphonic choral arragement) played on low volume on the arena's PA system, Moisha beat back the Avenger with every swordcut of her enchanted katana. Each stroke of Moisha's katana pummeled the Avenger, like accusations, like screams, like shards of hate.
The Avenger was driven to her knees. She raised her polearm to block yet another onslaught and Moisha slashed downward with her katana with great strength, slicing the Avenger's enchanted polearm in two.
A few seconds later, said someone switched off the music. The arena's PA system was silent once more.
As the Avenger wailed the loss of her weapon, Moisha, wide-eyed and all but hysterical, raised her katana high over her head to mete out the deathblow to her defeated foe--
"MOISHA, NO!" Ranma screamed, standing up. "You've won! NO DEATHSTRIKES!"
Moisha stood there quivering for a few moments. She then took several steps back from the Avenger and resheathed her katana. She slowly sank to her knees and buried her face in her hands, sobbing bitterly.
Séance was speechless--his bluster evaporated and gone. He turned to Ranma and said simply: "You win, Sextome. Go to your Ninjanezumi, she needs you." Holding up a PokéBall, he added, "Avenger, return!"
The defeated Avenger disappeared in a flash of light as Ranma walked over to Moisha to comfort her. Ranma knelt down and gathered the sobbing Ninjanezumi into his arms to console her. Moisha buried her face in Ranma's chest, sobbing uncontrolably. Ranma hugged her tighter and rocked her gently, reasuring her with softly spoken words of encouragement. After several minutes, Moisha calmed down.
"Thank you, Master." stated Moisha tearfully, looking up into Ranma's face.
"You're welcome, Moisha." replied Ranma warmly, smiling down at his victorious Ninjanezumi. He shifted his arms around Moisha and slowly stood up, picking her up in the process. For support, Moisha wrapped one arm around Ranma's shoulders and grabbed his forearm.
"Sextome." announced Séance, walking toward the pair.
Ranma turned around to face Séance and saw the other PokéGirl Trainer approach holding a PokéBall in his outstretched hand.
"Here, this is Avenger, you earned her....She earned her...." noted Séance respectfully, looking at Moisha and gently pressing the PokéBall into her free hand. "Genn is yours as well. Sorry about Stryyp--it wasn't intentional. Until next time, Sextome."
Ranma and Moisha watched Séance turn around and walk out of the PokéCenter arena a defeated, yet honored, opponent....
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