Clay - Solo RP & Special Missions

Wow, touchy. Clay rubs his singed arm, wincing. Good thing he didn't actually haul off and add a direct challenge of his own to his little brag there; he has a feeling she'd have taken him up on it and outright burned him down. He has to wonder where she learned to do that. Either way, though, he's going to remember her being dismissive about his family.

He collects Sandy - he can't just leave the poor guy sitting by the door - and his dropped staff, and swaggers up to someone who doesn't have a partner yet, as if he didn't just get his boast smacked down. "Hey there, I'm Clay! Want to battle? Pokémon only or anything-goes, I'm good for either one. Got to warn you, though, I won't go easy!"

Clay has absolutely no idea why everyone seems to be avoiding this girl, apart from the fact that her attitude kind of reminds him of the fire boss-lady. "Two on two sounds good to me! Fan, let's show her who's boss!"

Fan makes an acrobatic leap to land facing the Magby and flashes a rather threatening grin at it. Sandy would have the type advantage, but he doesn't know how strong yet his opponent is. He's used to Fan, and she's no slouch even against opponents her fire won't faze. "Char!"

Clay realizes he's forgotten something. "Oh, what's your name, by the way?"

"Yeah? I survived a decade and a half in the wild before I ever met another human. And that taught me that if you wanna call yourself superior, you'd better prove it!"

Despite his bravado, Clay draws in a sharp breath when the poisonous gas catches Fan on the inhale and she's left choking on the fumes. That really doesn't sound good - she's turning a rather unfortunate color for a Chimchar. "Come on, shake it off, sis! Hit him with a Double Kick!"

Double Kick AC 3 vs 9uWfBRe51d20,1d20
Fighting Physical 2d6+241d20·1d20·2d6+24

Clay winces again as the flames scorch Fan, almost like he can feel the heat himself. Even with her flame-resistant fur, that's enough to hurt when she's still reeling from the smog. One more solid hit and she's down. "Stay with me, Fan! Another Double Kick!"

Fan launches a pair of high kicks at the Magby. The first misses entirely, which throws her off enough for the second to just barely strike home. Clay makes a frustrated noise that might, if it was louder, qualify as a screech. He'd been hoping this attack would take Blaze down, which looks less likely now - if it doesn't go down, Sandy can probably handle it from here, but he doesn't like Fan going down so easily.

Double Kick AC 3 vs clPPbqim1d20,1d20
Physical Fighting damage: 1d6+211d20·1d20·1d6+21

Clay lets out a sigh of relief when the kick lays the Magby out despite the flub on the first attack, but his relief only lasts so long - that Cyndaquil sure comes out swinging. The wild charge sends Fan flying, but she's already unconscious by the time she hits the ground. He recalls her quickly. "You're gonna pay for that one! Come on, Sandy, show her what you've got! Water Gun!"

Sandy's just been sitting on the sidelines up to now, watching and occasionally wincing in sympathetic pain. Now he hops forward, froglike, and spits a jet of water at Smoke. "Kip kip! Mudkip!"

Clay uses Agility Orders on Sandy!
Initiative: 9
Water Gun AC 2 vs F0vs0QRk1d20
Special Water damage: 2d6+181d20·2d6+18

Sandy stumbles back a little as he's caught in the ring of energy; he obviously likes it about as much as the Cynadquil liked getting drenched. He takes a couple of quick steps back, obviously hoping to avoid getting caught in that blast again.

"Don't let up, Sandy! We've got him on the run!" Despite the powerful hit, Clay's grinning again, teeth bared as he watches. If he can just get a solid enough it in before the Cyndaquil manages another one of those energy attacks... "Another Water Gun!"

From a somewhat safer distance this time, Sandy fires another stream of water Smoke's way.

Water Gun AC 2 vs N5eOJAUf1d20
Water Special 2d6+181d20·2d6+18

Sandy hunkers down as the fireball washes over him, ducking the worst of the blast and letting his own moist skin foil the flames. "Nice save, Sandy! Come on, Water Gun one more time, right in his stupid face!"

Yeah, Clay may be just a little on edge. Sandy obeys anyway, spraying more water at the Cyndaquil. He's not exactly keen on taking more punishment, himself.

Water Gun AC 2 vs tEdOiSwb1d20
Special Water damage 2d6+181d20·2d6+18

Clay kneels down and hugs Sandy tightly. "Great job! I was kinda worried there when she pulled out that green thing but that last save was awesome! We sure showed her, huh?" Sandy looks a little embarrassed at all the praise but he's still got a wide amphibian smile on his face.

Clay makes a ridiculous face over the top of Sandy's fin at Ashley's retreating figure. "I told you! You wanna call yourself superior, you better back it up!"

He straightens up with Sandy cradled in his arms, glancing around to see how the other battles in the room have turned out. Hopefully this isn't going to be a whole tournament thing because he's pretty sure they're more or less wiped out. That wicked Smog attack right at the start pretty much sealed Fan's fate.

Clay has to admit, he's glad to be getting his Pokémon healed. He's less glad that apparently their next test is to be locked in an oven. Between this and throwing fire at people, he's starting to suspect that Fire Lady doesn't actually like having students.

For a little while he wonders whether the test is just to see who panics when the doors lock. Those doubts are pretty much gone by the fifteen-minute mark, not that Clay has a whole lot of sense of time. A little past the halfway point the heat gets to be too much for him and he blacks out... only to come to with being hosed down by Sandy. He rubs the Mudkip's head gratefully. "Thanks, buddy. Came through again."

Between a nice soaking and his renewed focus, the rest of the trial goes a lot easier, though he starts giving the panicking ones dirty looks. Being uncomfortable for extended periods makes him irritable, and risking heatstroke definitely qualifies. (Not that Clay knows what heatstroke is...)

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