It wasn't long before both Taylor and Keiran had selected
their starter Pokémon. Taylor had chosen an Eevee, having seemingly been swayed
by its cuteness, while Kieran had chosen an Elekid. Taylor was perfectly happy
to leave Ellen's house and begin training right away, but Kieran had other
ideas.
"Hey, you wanna battle?" he asked. "Let's
check out our new Pokémon!"
Taylor shrugged. She'd been planning on training anyway,
and it couldn't hurt to see exactly what her Eevee was like in battle. Ellen
had told her it had perfect IVs and a strong egg move - whatever those meant - but
until she saw it in battle, she had no idea how strong it actually was.
"Sure," she said. "It'll be good to get some battle
practice."
"You got this, Taylor," said Brandon
encouragingly, patting her on the shoulder.
"In your dreams," retorted Seth. Kieran nodded
in agreement, smirking.
Taylor was a little too nervous to partake in this
pre-battle repartee. Instead, she merely plucked her single Poké Ball from her
belt, holding it in one hand and her smartphone in the other. She opened the
Pokédex app, which automatically tracked her party through wireless chips in
the Poké Balls, and showed her real-time information on her Pokémon's moves and
status during battle. It was an invaluable tool during battles, and one that
Kieran also had open in preparation for the fight. "Okay, ready when you
are," said Taylor.
"Alright, here goes nothing!" said Kieran.
"Go, Elekid!" He threw his own Poké Ball and Elekid burst forth, spinning
one of its arms round a few times to generate the electricity that stimulated
its muscles. It was a fast Pokémon, and reasonably powerful; like Taylor's
Eevee, it had perfect IVs, meaning it was as strong as it was possible for an
Elekid to be. However, its Nature - which lowered its Attack bur raised its
Special Defence - was not exactly ideal when all its moves were physical moves.
Taylor's Eevee had no such problems. "Go, Eevee!"
said Taylor, sending out her own starter. She quickly consulted her Pokédex, but
before she could check its moves properly, Kieran spoke up once more.
"My Elekid's faster, so it's my turn first!" he
declared. "Elekid, use Fire Punch!" Elekid duly obliged, cloaking its
fist in flames and whirling its arm around to build up power, before striking
Eevee directly in the face. Taylor gasped as her Pokémon took the blow, but
despite stumbling backwards slightly, Eevee stood firm.
"My turn now, then!" said Taylor. "Uhh…"
She took the opportunity to properly consult the Pokédex, checking the moves
she had available to use. Tackle was a fairly standard damage-dealing move. Charm
would severely lower its Attack, something she wasn't sure was necessary since
its first attack hadn't done much damage to start with. Instead, she decided to
lower its defences, in order to finish it off quicker. "Okay… Eevee, use
Tail Whip!"
Eevee turned round and wagged its bushy tail cutely in
Elekid's direction. The cuteness was enough to cause Elekid to lower its guard
slightly, reducing its Defence. However, at the end of this first turn, Elekid
still held the advantage in terms of remaining health, and since it went fist
again in the second time, it could stretch this advantage.
"Elekid, use Ice Punch this time!" said Kieran.
This time, Elekid's fist was cloaked in ice crystals as it whirled its arm
round in circles, before delivering another blow to Eevee. Eevee withstood this
one as well, but its health was down to below half now, and it was starting to
tire a little. Taylor knew she had to end this quickly if she was to avoid
losing her first-ever battle.
Consulting her Pokédex once more, she realized her Eevee
had another attack: Covet. This one dealt more damage than Tackle, and would
also steal an opponent's held item, if it happened to have one. This must have
been the "powerful egg move" that Ellen had been referring to. In any
case, there was no reason for her to use Tackle when she had this move at her
disposal. "Eevee," she declared, "use Covet!"
Shaking off its slight weariness, Eevee strode over to
Elekid and began to beg cutely, its eyes opening wide in a pleading expression.
Elekid was immediately caught off-guard, and a moment later, Eevee struck,
swiping out at the Electric Pokémon with one of its front paws. Had Elekid been
holding an item, it would have been snatched away from it, but instead all it
did was deal a heavy amount of damage to the weakened Pokémon, sending it
stumbling backwards, pinwheeling its arms to try and regain its balance.
Taylor's choice to weaken Elekid before striking it had made all the
difference, and now the match had swung dramatically in her own favour.
Kieran gritted his teeth, growing agitated. He hadn't
expected Eevee's attacks to be so strong in comparison to Elekid's. But it
wasn't over yet: he still had one slim chance of winning. Ice Punch, being an
Ice-type move, had a 10% chance of freezing the opponent. If the next blow
froze Eevee, it would be left incapable of moving, and Elekid would be able to easily
finish it off. It was a slim chance, but
it was the only chance he had left to avoid defeat.
"Elekid," he called out, "use Ice Punch
again! Freeze it solid!" Elekid pinwheeled its arm once more, charging up
another frigid punch. Once more it landed squarely on Eevee, causing it to
stumble backwards, and with its health now dangerously low, its front legs were
starting to buckle and one eye was closed, panting a little against the pain.
But it was not knocked out, and crucially, neither was it frozen. "Damn
it," muttered Kieran, who knew in that instant that he had lost.
"Hang in there, Eevee!" cried out Taylor,
growing concerned for her tired Pokemon. "You're doing great; just one
more attack! Now, use Tackle!"
Eevee nodded, steadying itself, before charging at Elekid
and tackling it head-on. The blow was more than enough to knock out the tired
Elekid, sending it sprawling to the floor. The battle was over, and Taylor had
won.
Suddenly, the rookie trainer found herself flooded with a
powerful sense of joy and accomplishment. This may only have been a practice
match against a fellow rookie, but it was a victory nonetheless, and a perfect
start to her career. "We did it, Eevee!" exclaimed Taylor joyfully. "We
won!"
Eevee staggered round to face Taylor, still limping a
little, and gave her a weak smile. Already, perhaps, Eevee could sense that
Taylor was going to be a good trainer. Taylor recalled her victorious Pokémon back
to its Poké Ball, and Kieran followed suit, scowling as he returned his
defeated Elekid to its ball.
"Don't feel too down, Kieran," said Seth
encouragingly. "You still fought pretty well. Once you get some more
practice under your belt, that Elekid of yours will get plenty stronger."
"I know," said Kieran, "but that doesn't
make me feel any better about losing."
"I guess
not," conceded Seth. "Still, I have to admit, that's a pretty strong
Eevee. I think it helped that it had STAB moves and your Elekid didn't."
"STAB moves?" repeated Taylor blankly.
"I think I have a lot of technical terms to teach
her," said Brandon. "But for now, I think we should go heal these Pokémon
back up again. Ellen's got a healing machine in her house, so let's head back
inside for a bit."
"Alright," said Taylor. "We'll go training
afterwards, right?"
"Actually, before we get onto that, I think I need
to explain some stuff first," said Brandon. "It'll help if you know
what you're doing and what you're aiming for right from the get-go."
"I know what I'm aiming for," said Kieran, as
he followed Seth back towards the house. "I wanna be the strongest trainer
in the world. That's the point, isn't it?"
"Kind of," admitted Brandon.
"Yeah, I think we'll head over to Viridian Forest
after this," said Seth. "There's plenty of weak Flying and Bug-types there
that this thing will make mincemeat out of. Easy practice."
"We'll probably go there tomorrow, yeah," said
Brandon. "I need to teach you how to catch a Pokémon for yourself, that's
a really important skill to learn."
Taylor nodded. "I'm looking forward to it," she
said, as the four of them headed back inside Ellen's house in search of the
healing machine.
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