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>90
>BLINK AND BULLET PUNCH!

>Garcian uses Bullet Punch!

... then you pop out and sucker punch her in the back of the head like some kind of fucking Dark-type!

>It was super effective!
>Enemy Jamie fainted!

Her hammer goes flying up in the air and she collapses, groaning. You stand there for a second with your hands raised for a second blow. Wait a minute. Woah, hey, holy shit. YOU DID IT. YOU ACTUALLY BEAT A POKÉMON IN A STRAIGHT FIGHT. GREAT! EXCELLENT! FANTASTIC! You point a finger at your fallen opponent and laugh almost from disbelief—

Then you feel the alarm before Dan can even say it.

"GARCIAN! LOOK—"

>16
>GARCIAN: SCREAM. SCREAM, SCREAM, SCREAM

You trace his eyes upward, your own eyes widen, and you open your mouth to scream, and then Jamie's wooden hammer comes down upon your head!

There's that familiar darkness again...

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CLANG!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1_AUeCPrM9g

There's a resounding crash of wood against metal that echoes throughout the street and further beyond. For the second time this day, right in front of your eyes, Garcian goes down like a sack of bricks.

"... up."

Victory Theme (Mezzanine Stairs - Questionable Victory) https://youtu.be/ojD4qbdQZZs

>DAN: LOOK AWAY
>ROSTER AND FOSTER: PREPARE
>MR. FOSTER: FUNNY COMMENTARY

You are Dan Smith and you have to throw up your hands into the air and turn away. You breath out through your nose as you try to process... the... fuUUUUUUUUUUUAUUUUUUGHHH...

"Well, that went tits up, didn't it?" You hear Mr. Foster chuckle awkwardly as he finds the exact wrong words to say in this moment.

Mr. Roster walks up beside you. He turns off the pilot light he was holding within his snout with a soft puff, clearly ready to set something on fire, and turns his head towards you. A gentle claw is placed on your back and pats you twice. Man...

>Dan defeated Guy McNamara!
>"Phew... What a show!"
>You get $38 for winning!

You hear the opposing trainer clapping as he stands up from his crouching position. He tosses out a wad of cash your way and you snatch it out of the air, your nerves still on high alert from the battle.

"Hey, buddy, you mind filling me in on what kind of move that was?" The trainer guy recalls his knocked out Fairy type with a practiced motion of his ball, the red ray of light engulfing and swallowing his Pokémon whole. He steps closer with a strange glint in his eyes. "I haven't seen anything like that in my entire life. Phew wee. Was that some kind of Dark or Ghost type signature move or something?"

You narrow your eyes. Not once has this guy said a single command during the battle. Every time you looked, he was just eagerly watching the two Pokémon go at it with reckless abandon for the last few minutes. A happy smile and an easygoing gait. You groan internally as you recognize the symptoms.

Watch out guys, we got a battlehead over here.