Relaxation

Dakota laid out on the white sand, soaking in the sun and listening to the gentle slosh of the waves and the cries of the Wingulls high above. For all of the negative things so far, the island itself was just too beautiful to hate. She hadn't gotten to even explore all of it yet in the few days she'd been around, and there was still the rest of the Archipelago open to her. The trainer made a note to herself to Surf around Academy Island one of these days whenever she got the time. But for now, she could just lay back and...

Caw! Caw! Caw!

Shit.

The girl's eyes fluttered open, irritation building inside of her. The Honchkrow was nearby, doubtless squawking at some intruder. Dakota propped herself up on her elbows and looked around for the one that would disturb her relaxation, eyes narrowed.

Where the Honchkrow was squawking at, a red-headed, gray eyed boy was banking towards the shore. An Umbreon walked alongside him, its tail waving like a black and yellow ringed pennant. Having not even noticed Dakota until her Honchkrow began its squawking, Brendan turned his head.
"Oh, hey!"
He called over, waving his arm.

Lifting his head, the Umbreon stared straight into the Honchkrow's eyes.
"Uuuuuuuuuumb."
Ricord murred low, his tail slowing to a halt.

Dakota sat up fully as she looked the boy up and down with an analytic gaze. Just great. Who was this idiot? She'd come to the beach in hope of peace and quiet, and who better to come along than this twat. The trainer decided not to say anything back and turned her head away, as if she hadn't heard. Whoever he was, he wasn't worth talking to.

The Honchkrow had not given up any ground, however. The great raven spread its wings wide, cawing loudly as it danced and jumped around the trainer and his Umbreon, something dangerous glinting in the old bird's beady eyes.

Black fur rippling slightly, the dim glow of the golden rings patterned around Ricord's pelt could be seen. Rising to his hind legs, he boxed at the Honchkrow with his forelegs. With a hiss, he fell forwards back to the ground, though fell on his paws with somewhat grace.

Watching the feathered Pokemon dancing and cawing around them, his own Umbreon hissing and boxing back, Brendan looked back over to the trainer.
"I assume this Honchkrow is yours? Well, set him off us."
He snapped over, calm fury in his voice.

Dakota looked back on the boy, an amused smirk spreading across her face as he spoke. "I don't think I will." she called back as she sat back on her hands and crossed her outstretched legs. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after all. If this kid tried anything, she'd see to it that his insolent Umbreon would get thoroughly pounded into submission. Her Honchkrow would like that. The old bird needed a good punching bag to keep its strength up. The raven only let out another harsh cry and waddled closer to the Umbreon with fluffed out plumage, looking downright indignant.

Before Brendan could say a thing, Ricord lunged forward, sinking his teeth into the bird's wing with a low growl. About to call his Umbreon off the bird, the red-head thought better, nodding with dark amusement.
"I'm sorry you have to be that way, Miss-Whatever-The-Hell-Your-Name-Is-I-Don't-Care."
Brendan said blatantly, glee in his eyes. His Umbreon needed something to toss around, eh?

The Honchkrow let out loud screeches of pain as it was bit, and quickly wrenched its wing away, sending up a flurry of black feathers as it took to the air and into the sky. Dakota just continued to smirk and stood up to her feet. Finally, an excuse to fight. She'd get to see how skilled her schoolmates truly were. "Honchkrow, Drill Peck."


The raven suddenly dropped like a bombshell onto the Dark-type, grasping onto the Umbreon by the scruff and giving it a sharp peck between the eyes. It began to to take off again with a couple of heavy beats of its wings, this time looking like it'd bring the other Pokémon with it. "You might want to step back when it drops, hon." she called over. "You don't want your Umbreon all over your clothes."

Ugh-- of course, this prissy little school girl was going to jump into a fight because her Pokemon was an outright asshole.
"We'll play, Priss."
The hot-headed teen retorted, watching his Umbreon lifted off.
"Ricord, Bite."


Twisting his neck to be able to bite the Honchkrow that had him in the air, the Umbreon bit at the bird's leg with as much fury and force as he could pull off, held by the scruff.
Ignorant over-weight rat with wings slapped on! Who do you think you are?
The black Pokemon thought furiously, growling.

The Honchkrow screeched loudly again but didn't loosen its grip. The pitiful little fox-cat-thing was fatter than expected, it seemed. Dakota put a hand on her hip and smiled as the boy spoke, almost ready to laugh. She couldn't wait to see his face when she won. He'd be sorry he ever crossed her, alright. "I play rough. Honchkrow, Heat Wave."

The bird looked down over its crest at the Umbreon in its talons, opened its big yellow beak, and exhaled a stream of fire down onto its prey. Dakota's grin couldn't have been wider. He better hope there's a nurse around when I'm done with him.

Reaching for a Pokeball, Brendan through it towards the sky. A red beam shocked across the air, a Sableye forming.
"Shadow Claw!"
Brendan hollered up.

Already in the air by the Honchkrow, the Sableye reached towards the bird and latched onto one of its wings. Shadows swallowing his arm, Manue raked claws across the bird's shoulder blades, looking fully amused.

OOC: I went ahead and edited the numbers in for you, since I wanted to post in this and was tired of waiting. x3 I also fixed your earlier post when you used Bite. Bite isn't very effective since Honchkrow is Dark/Flying, so it only does half damage (15 HP instead of 30).

The Honchkrow looked down in surprise as the Umbreon suddenly was gone from its talons and let out another small cry of pain as it felt claws rake across its back and the Ghost Pokémon clamped onto a wing. Feathers tore away and into the air and the bird quickly began to plummet, its opponent in tow.

She could hardly keep from laughing. Was this kid that much of an idiot? First he had his pitiful Umbreon gnaw on her Honchkrow, and now he was trying Ghost moves as well? His stupidity was almost charming. "Is everyone on this island as much of a pushover as you? I certainly hope not." Dakota taunted. "Dark Pulse on the ugly little rock eater, will you, old bird? I'm already getting sick of looking at it."

A black aura began to radiate from the raven as both Pokémon fell, the dark energy slowly spreading from the raven Pokémon's wing to the Sableye latching onto it. The move didn't look like much from a person's perspective, but Dakota knew that blackness hurt like hell when it engulfed you.

Brendan squinted, glaring at Dakota occasionally.
Pushover? I hate you.
He thought bitterly, staring up at the two Pokemon now. His heart thudded in his chest, and he let out a dry huff of annoyance.
"Alright, I'm not cactus expert, but I sure as hell know a prick when I see when."
The younger trainer said, keeping his voice level to some extent.
"Anyhow, scratch the bag of bones."
Brendan continued, nodding.

Manue cringed, clutching the bird Pokemon only tighter. He closed his eyes, shaking a little. Hearing his trainer's command, despite it sounding distant and far off, he hesitantly raised a hand and raked it down over the Honchkrow.

Dakota only cocked an eyebrow at that. "Was that the best you could come up with?" Not only was the boy stupid, he was terribly unfunny as well. Maybe it was only to be expected. "Heat Wave again!" she called up. Though she didn't say it outright, there was more to the order than just another attack. To carry out her command, the Honchkrow would have to turn around. To turn around, the Honchkrow would need to tear itself away. Once that happened, the Sableye would be left to free fall.

The Honchkrow squawked and flapped around to no avail as both Pokémon plummeted, and the trainer could only suck in her breath as they both smacked into the white sand. Shit. Dakota thought as she grit her teeth. Would Honchkrow be okay after that? The Pokémon was tough, she knew that, but its prime had long passed. The bird was older than her, having served on her father's own team when he was a much younger man. She held out, praying...

Relief flooded through her as the bird stood up and fanned its wings, covered in dust, blood, and sand. The Pokémon opened its beak once again and let loose a stream of fire onto the Sableye in front of it, and Dakota's smile returned.