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Author: champion84

I panted as I ran up the final steps. Why do the champions in the elite four have to have long staircases? It can get really annoying. I walked the final steps and entered the room. There stood my rival, Gary. "What are you doing here? What happened to Cynthia?" I asked, confused. "Beat her up. Too easy. Now I can beat you up, Jon!"

"In your dreams. I wanted to verse Cynthia because she would be a challenge, but you just had to come and luck out." I retorted. We each selected a poke ball and threw them valiantly. He threw his into the middle of the stage. I threw mine at his head. "Ouch! You are pure evil!" He yelled as it hit him. He rubbed his head with his azure sleeve. I smirked as our Pokémon came out. He chose a Typhlosion. I chose my Tyranitar. Tyranitar's effect, sand stream, made a fierce sandstorm brew. The Pokémon glared at each other before attacking.

"Use earthquake!" We yelled at the same time. Earthquake, a ground type move, would be super-effective to us both. However, because we both used it at the same time, the fierce vibrations sent several tons of rocks and who-knows-what everywhere. My Tyranitar, being known as the armor Pokémon, shielded me from the downpour. Gary wasn't as lucky. A fist sized rock hit him in the head, in the exact same spot as my poke ball hit him. He fell down while his Typhlosion was blasting flames at any rock coming within a three yard radius. A rather big rock wasn't affected by the flames and hit the Typhlosion between the eyes. It was knocked out cold. Once the rain of rocks ended, I wondered why there was such a big rock that hit the Typhlosion. Then I realized that my tyranitar had taken advantage of the distraction to use rock slide. “Way to go, Tyranitar!” I praised him. “Useless,” Gary said out loud to his Typhlosion. He returned it to its poke ball and threw another Pokémon out. This one was a Gyrados, but it was red, and as it came out, it seemed to glimmer. “Oh, I see you managed to catch a shiny Pokémon. Let’s see how it fares,” I said, but a bit shaky, because I had no idea about if shiny Pokémon differed from regular Pokémon. I wiped the sweat off my brow and gave the order. “Tyranitar, use thunderbolt!” A golden stream of crooked light shot straight at the Gyrados. “Gyrados, use hydro pump to counter it!” Gary yelled.

Here is a quick cut from the battle to explain some science. If you know what conductivity is, skip this. If you don’t, read on. Conductivity is the ability to transfer heat and electricity. If you heat something on the stove, you might have worn a glove to pick it up so the heat from a metal pan didn’t burn you. The only two main conductors are metal and water. Back to the battle. Bearing in mind that water was a conductor, I grinned. The thunderbolt and the hydro pump collided in midair. The water conducted the electricity straight to the gaping mouth of the Gyrados. It did four times the damage, because both of Gyrados’ types were weak to electricity. The Gyrados flew back at alarming speed, crashed into the wall, and, with its mouth still open, caused a rock to fall right to the throat. During its final moments before fainting, it looked up with one expression: destruction. Without even bothering for an order from Gary, It shot the fastest, most terrifying hydro pump I had ever seen. The rock that had previously fallen in to its mouth was propelled at several hundred miles per hour. The rock and the hydro pump smashed into Tyranitar, and even if his armor was three times thicker than it was now, the impact would have still knocked it out.

After my Tyranitar was unconscious, the energy needed for the hydro pump made Gary’s Gyrados fall down, and they were both knocked out cold. Currently, I was at an advantage, because I still had two Pokémon left while Gary had one. However, Gary was a trainer a lot longer than I was. His Pokémon that he started his journey would be mega strong. Even though I knew what he was going to throw, I chose a Pokémon weak to it. “Go Charizard,” and out came a magnificent orange dragon, roaring with excitement. As expected, Gary threw his first Pokémon out. “Go, Luxray!” He yelled, and a midnight black and cobalt blue lynx emerged from the poke ball. Now for a technique I had tried only with Charizard. “Charizard, combine fly with a focus punch!” Charizard flew upward, than came hurtling down with his fist glowing. I had tried this technique only once on a Torterra, and let’s just say it was like what George Washington did to his father’s cherry tree.

Charizard was about to make contact when the Luxray leaped over Charizard. Charizard’s fist made contact with a rock and crushed it to slivers. Charizard put his feet to the ground and skidded a good ten feet before stopping. “Luxray, use thunderbolt!” “Charizard, counter with flamethrower!” The two moves met, but Luxray’s was winning. “Charizard, full energy blast burn!” The stream of fire enlarged into an inferno big enough to fully engulf a Tiger Tank. “Luxray, zap cannon!” An orb of pure electricity materialized from Luxray’s mouth and shot out to intercept the blast burn. Blast burn is naturally more powerful than zap cannon, but it served as a slight obstacle. Luxray vaulted out of the way. My Charizard had to rest a couple of seconds to regenerate fully. “Now Luxray, settle it! Use thunder!” Gary bellowed. One jet of an electrical current and Charizard was down. “Good try, Charizard,” I called to it as it returned to its poke ball.

Now for the one on one. My last Pokémon was my favorite. I kept it with me for so long we grew a mental connection. “Go, Lucario!” A blue fox shot out and assessed the situation. “Use aura sphere!” I commanded. A ball of gold tracked the Luxray’s aura. It leaped, twisted, and did moves I didn’t think were possible to escape. The ball just followed it everywhere. Finally, it rolled behind a rock and the aura sphere crashed into the front of the rock. Looking at it, it looked like one solitary aura sphere wouldn’t do the trick, and my Lucario couldn’t produce several aura spheres quickly. What about a bunch of little aura spheres? Then I had an idea.

So Gary wouldn’t spot what I was doing ahead of time and prevent it, I told Lucario what to do using our mental connection. Lucario, use aura sphere at the ground, and then use earthquake on top of It, I said. Gary, seeing my Lucario act without orders, didn’t know what to think. My Lucario produced another golden ball and sent it at the ground. The sheer force of the aura sphere kept it in a sphere. My Lucario then executed a front flip and smashed his fist on top of the aura sphere. The aura sphere imploded, and a hundred shards of the golden light shot out, tracing the aura of the Luxray. Realizing what I had done, Gary started yipping orders. “Thunderbolt, now!” He yelled. The crooked jet of electricity made contact with several shards, but there were too many. Finally, the Luxray retreated, running around to avoud the shards, but wasn’t fast enough, and was soon consumed by golden shards. Soon, the shards dispersed, and the Luxray was down.

Gary stared dumbfound at his unconscious Luxray before stooping down, picking up a rock, and throwing it at me. My Lucario jumped and caught it, then crushed it in his hand. “Stop being a sore loser, or I will have my Lucario body slam you.” Noticing the big spike on Lucario’s chest, he laid off.

“Leave…and…never…come…BACK!” Gary yelled. “Oh, I’ll be back to train, more and more often,” I grinned at his expression, then ran up the platform to the hall of fame. Gary stared at where I was standing and yelled so shrilly that you would think that there was an Exploud around.