(fan art in media by Serena-Daniels)

Hitmonchan's Pokeball was catapulted out and in the bright bursts of light from the capsule, the boxing pokemon faded into the scene. His eyes were narrowed in his seriousness as he bounced foot to foot, sparing the air in patience for his opponent. He swiveled his head around to give me a high "I'm prepared to fight" gaze before centering his attention to the Exeggcutor. I could feel in his serious aura, which a hint of rage was there.

"Mon," he grunted shortly to the coconut pokemon who turned to his grinning smile face.

From his disposition, I guessed that he knew this pokemon defeated Marowak. And that irritated Hitmonchan. I was aware I was sending out a fighting type against a grass-psychic, but I have a few tricks up my sleeve. One being how Hitmonchan and Marowak had such a close relationship, one being defeated would deeply anger the other.

Blue's visage was continued with the calmness as his mouth parted just a peep to make out one word, "Barrage."

The marching began once more, the ground beneath my feet shoot as if it were afraid. I cracked a false smile, reassuring myself, "Not this time..." I whispered before connecting stares with Hitmonchan. "Use Mach punch," he nodded in the slightest bit before disappearing as the coconut bombs were thrown into the open air, whistling as they came down with gravity. In a nanosecond Hitmonchan was in the back of Exeggcutor and fired his gloved fist into the opponent's back. His lethal fists fired off like fireworks, "Now Ice Punch!"

Hitmonchan wound up his right arm, the fist abruptly becoming covered in frost. Shards of ice building up on curves before the fighting type took his shot on the grass-psychic palm tree. A couple beads of sweat from Hitmonchan's brow tumbled off as his head curled under with all his vigor throw into one punch.

Striking in the small of the Exeggcutor's ecru barked back, the pokemon bent backwards as he cried out. A shivering chill running over the entire pokemon as his three heads spun for control. "Now frontal assault with Fire Punch," I commanded. With the absolute speed I had nurtured during training, Hitmonchan rolled on his left foot as he pulled his dominant fist close. It glowed a hot red as he spun around the Exeggcutor.

Directly under the chins of the opponent, Hitmonchan's feet spread into his fighting position. A smirk tugged at his mouth before shooting into the stomach of Exeggcutor. The ice that gathered on the pokemon previously was now melted away and replaced by burns running like a star from his stomach where total impact was made. His six eyes bulged out from pain before Blue called out, "Use Stomp, Exeggcutor!"

The Jurassic palm broke from his faze of pain as the enraged coconut spun into the center, its onyx eyes giving off a red glow. It rose one of its two-toed trunks high above Hitmonchan before bringing it down with a force that trembled the ground. The tremors shoot me off balance that I collapsed to the floor, cringing with pain. I pulled my head up to see that Hitmonchan was being crushed by Exeggcutor's foot which was located on my Pokemon's shoulders, "Chan!" his voice cried out as his entire body shoot with the weight of 264 pounds bearing down.

I scrambled up to my own two legs as my eyes recklessly surveyed the battled in front of me, trying to find some tactic to get Hitmonchan out, "G-grab his foot!" I ordered with no clue what else to order. Hitmonchan obediently rose his hands which flinched ever other inch it rose. His boxing gloves pressing under the huge foot. Hitmonchan understood the tactic I was going for and began to give all his strength into pushing the leg up. Once it was 4.7 inches above him, the fighting-type struggled to rise. Each second passed with sweat running down Hitmonchan's throbbing forearms.

Finally up to both his feet, Hitmonchan glowered at his enemy with his teeth grinding against one another. His hands twitched as it bore the weight of Exeggcutor, "Now." I smirked as Hitmonchan's fists began to illuminate different colors, one a red and other a pale blue. The two fists became a Fire Punch and Ice Punch when he lifted the pokemon higher, his fists slid up to grip the shin of Exeggcutor. Ice and fire began to swim up the leg of the pokemon as he started to be swung around furiously in the air before being thrown like a Frisbee across the arena. With a loud crack, Exeggcutor was flung into the far wall near the doors I entered from. He slid down, defeated as frost bite and third degree burns roped around his one leg up to his flank.

Blue rose and eyebrow and whispered darkly under his breath, "That was supposed to be my sweeper..." Quickly, he shook himself from his little faze as he revealed his next pokeball. "Come on out Rydon!" he commanded as he threw out the new pokemon.

From the dazzling lights a pokemon made of cinder block-like stone towered out, a twirling horn coming from the tip of its nose as it stood upright on two legs. Both of its arm were like menacing clubs as its fists curled up into balls. The Pokemon's glazed red eyes were shooting at Hitmonchan white its snaking tail whipped behind itself; white fangs poked out from over its lower lip. The spikes that ran down the creature's spine quivered with either excitement of sheer power.

I smirk parted at my lips, knowing he had just sent out probably one of the worst type ups in this battle, "Hitmonchan use---"

"Rydon use Fury Attack," despite the pokemon, who I soon was able to process was a male, being a concrete building; he charged at Hitmonchan like a bullet train. His head angled down as his horn began to light up a pale tint. One attack in the stomach tossed up my fighting type like a child's doll. Before he could even fall, Rydon rammed is horn into Hitmonchan's back.

Next into the right arm.

Then in the left leg.

Again into the stomach, this time Hitmonchan coughing up a red fluid.

Final attack smashing into his jaw. Sweat spun off of both pokemon.

My breath was stuck in my chest, my heart refusing to beat for a few moments, The limit on how many types Fury Attack can strike is five times. That... Was six. I may be in a different world, but they still have boundaries here too... What just, my utter confusion was shattered as I stared at Hitmonchan, black stars where he was struck from the strength became another factor to be feared. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth while I simply gawked in horror. My pokemon caught my gaze and still found the energy deep within to smile, his ruby fist pushing across his lips to clean off the blood, "Chan!" he said, waiting expectantly for his next order.

I wanted to cry for some odd reason at that moment. Any living creature in that position would be screaming. And Hitmonchan decided to smile... How could anything be that strong? But, I got the point. If I waited any longer he wouldn't be smiling so softly anymore, "Hitmonchan, Mach Punch! And don't stop! Keep attacking over and over!" The fist-pokemon motioned his head in understanding before fizzling into a blur.

A simple obscured streak raced around the ground-rock pokemon. Rydon swung its 2-ton head around as it let out a confused rumble, Hitmonchan merely circling him. Occasionally my pokemon would stop to teeter on his feet and shoot a false strike. Then, like bullets from the barrel of a gun, Hitmonchan sent a flurry of punches and uppercuts at the two-legged Rhinoceros.

It wasn't up until the point of Rydon toppling like a skyscraper down to the battle field ground that it dawn upon me that Hitmonchan had transformed his Mach Punch into Bullet Punch. Hitmonchan heaved in his air by the gallons while his shoulder slumped over, and with his back to me, the fighter rose one fist into the sky in victory.

Blue artlessly called back his pokemon, thumbing his final one tentatively, "You're good, But Blastoise is going to win!" he declared, tossing out his starter. From the capsule's usual explosion came out a large toned turtle who puffed out his beige chest in dominance as the two cadet bazooka's locked onto his Coyote brown shell. The pokemon's caramel eyes were telling of his brutal strength, "Blastoise, finish this battle with Bite."

I scoffed, my thoughts filling with the next attack to use, my mind saying that there was no way a little Bite would take out Hitmonchan.

But, as I have found to play out frequently in this world, I was wrong. Which, admittingly, stung a lot.

The Blastoise lurched out, his string of Houndor like fangs glittering in the lights. His speed seemed unfathomable for his tank size, and the aquatic Pokemon was well aware of that as his lips tugged up. His rocking feet colliding into the cold floors while the screech of his toe nails against the surface scattered into the air. In seconds he was in Hitmonchan's personal space, wrapping his clawed hands around the fighting type, "Thunder Punch!" I commanded, hope attempting not to waver in my tone.

On his last legs, Hitmonchan wound up his dominant arm with volts and bolts of lightning spinning from his fist. He threw his arm into the Blastoise's stomach. Not even flinching, the fully-evolved starter dangled Hitmonchan before sinking his fangs into my pokemon's head. I observed the dojo-Pokemon's eyes bulge from his head as he cried out screams of pain, sweat began to mingle with blood that ran down his face. After what seemed to be pokemon-cannibalism, Blastoise tossed my pokemon to the ground who spun out limply. Red painted on the giant Pokemon's rows of teeth.

I felt sick to my stomach.

I couldn't even pull myself to look at my beaten and battered brawling pokemon.

I could still hear his moans as he laid on the battle field.

All I was able to do was lift my arm slowly and return him back to the pokeball with an H sticker wearing away on it, "Give up yet, Pesky girl?"

Despite my heart which pounded into my ears, I pulled my mouth into a smirk, "You should know the answer to that now..." My stomach bubbled up as my energy only gave me the power to let the next pokemon slip from my fingertips. "I'm going to win!"

The next red and white pokeball with an aqua blue V rolled out into the arena before exploding in a colorless white illumination. Bubbles popped around the area as Vaporeon gracefully entered battle. His sleek skin shining with a quick gleam as his eyes sleepily looked at the army-built Blastoise. Soon, his neck rolled around to look at me with that gaze. I tapped my calf impatiently as I forced a bright smile to the pokemon, "Just pay attention..." I tried with all my self-control not to snarl like a Houndoom.

He simply flicked his mermaid tail at me before fixing is gaze back at Blastoise. I took a breath, Vaporeon and Blastoise are both poor against one another... But that tank is probably going to run down Vaporeon in less than 5 turns... So, I have to make a plan that will make an impact when Venusaur battles...

"Blastoise! Hydro pump on that eeveelution!" both of the glimmering bazookas on Blastoise clicked as he angled down. At their tips water began to slosh before two strong beams shot out with the immense power misting. In about one meter the two waters conjoined into one blast of water continuously pumped from the guns.

"Vaporeon, use hydro pump too!" The water-type pressed his cone back against his shoulder blades as a bubble of water surged at the tip of his nose with his jaw drawing further open. The lights of the battle field reflected in the orb of constant motion along with the opponent's attack growing closer by the moments that ticked past. Vaporeon, after charging the attack, let the pounding water rip from the building tension just inches of Blastoise's attack reaching him. White foam of his salt water spun off before colliding up against the opponent's own hydro pump.

It transformed into a battle of strength as each pokemon put their best foot forward and gave all their power into a single focus. Neither creature even let their pride weigh in as they solely honed in on defeating the other. The two swirling torrents of water continued to throb against one another as they fought for mere inches on the battle field.

Almost like trench warfare in World War I... I mused as I tried to keep my mind engrossed in the battle ahead. My observations brought up to surface that Blastoise was pushing his weight of roughly 190 pounds into his attack while Vaporeon was trembling to keep his footing. It struck my odd that Blue used a water-type move against a pokemon who is commonly known to have water absorb as an ability.

Neutralizing all attacks using water.

My breath floated in my lungs for a moment, like the wings of a Spearow poising to strike. "Let go, Vaporeon." I could see as the oxford blue ripples of spikes that ran down Vaporeon's back shutter before he obediently let his profuse water drop, the compeditor's hydro pump sliced though the old attack which no longer had any force like a blade though a loaf of bread, "Lie down," on command, Vaporeon let his four paws slip under his weight and sprawl out on all sides reluctantly. His Carolina blue stomach brushing the steel floors and an idea came to me as the water soared over his head and into the wall just behind me with an exploding crash. "Ice beam on the floor, all around! No spot on that field should be open except for where you are standing! Got it?"

For a response, a light blue beam like lightning shot across the area. Everything the beam touched became coated in a layer of ice as thick as three quarters stacked on top of one another. Even Blastoise's feet were frozen to the ground they were placed on. Water from his last attack still had dripped onto Vaporeon who finally rose to his four paws, giving off an air of superiority.

"Blastoise, use Blizzard!" Blue instructed as he flung his arm out dramatically. The arming of both of Blasoise's weapons bounced off the steel walls ensued by an empty and lonely howling from within the barrels of the guns. The air from around began to slowly spiral into them before the giant turtle bellowed a hollow cry. Snow and ice shot out from both guns in reverse spiral they were absorbed. Bitter frost screeched into Vaporeon, the residual waters that were left was immediately turned into ice as his skin started to swell in clumps, on joints.

Frostbite signs.

The recoil of the attack took no health from Blastoise but the ice that held him in a single spot was shattered into thousands of fragments. Blood trickled in a circle around the pokemon's ankles. A weak cry snapped my head to my own pokemon, Vaporeon struggling to rise as frost coated over his entire body. His yellow spikes on the cone had chunks of ice growing while patches of skin distorted into darker colors, furthering into the severity of the frostbite.

My pokemon wasn't even standing anymore as he shivered forcibly. Each syllable of his voice shook, his jaw clamming up. Still, he quivered to rise. The battle wasn't done yet in his black eyes, "You're done," I asserted. I'd seen the others try to keep fighting and it didn't end well. If I learned anything, I'm not going to let one more suffer through it to fight for me. He shook his head, diverting his broken eyes from me. "Yes, you are," my voice snarled, returning him back to a kinder pokeball.

At least he is still conscious... I reminded myself, scouting the arena. Metal and rock was upturned just to be coated in a thick layer of ice; the only bare spots was one directly 1.4 meters away from my position while the other was where Blastoise shifted his weight.

My fingers squeaked my final pokeball tightly, the only control I had left was being used not to destroy the technology. This is it, I breathed in my mind as I looked at the tank-like Blastoise. It all comes down to you, "Venusaur!" I called out as I propelled the pokeball out into the open air. Bursting forth, came the grass-poison type I had forged a deep friendship with. "This is our last stand, I'm depending on you as how you depend on me!" I told her. She turned her great toad shaped head, her cranberry eyes were sharp as she seemed to understand. Almost saying, "Don't you always?"

She moved her mind back into battle and positioned her trunks perfectly in the space that Vaporeon left not covered in a layer of ice. She erupted with a mighty roar, her long pink spotted petals trembled with vigor as her head rolled around. Her mouth was pulled open and bore her white fangs.

She was ready.

My eyes darted around the area as tactic after tactic raced through my mind. One idea seemed somewhat plausible in this battle, But that damn blizzard will wipe us out for sure if it strikes... "Leaf Storm, Venusaur. Coordinates: 94 degrees to your left, angled 12 degrees lower than 180." Venusaur slowly moved herself to the angle measurements I had ordered as, from her giant flower, a hurricane of leaves were thrown out.

And yes, after months of traveling, a pokemon can be able to grow accustom to exact degrees of movement when ordered. Plus, it really does confuse our opponents to hear sudden numbers being thrown in. But I rarely used this method, only when I'm desperate do I fall onto the numbers safety net.

Blue's eyes narrowed, "Withdraw!" The ginger ordered as Blastoise pulled his limbs into the shell. The twister of leaves like razors spun out into the ice a meter away from our opponent, throwing the torrent off into the air; single leaves would scratch the adversary's shell surface. Blue started to laugh as his eyes squeezed shut, his fingers raking through his gelled hair, "When you gave coordinates like that I swore it was going to hit the target dead on! Your calculations were off, genius!"

I rolled my eyes, "No they weren't," with a sneer I observed the ivy leaves twirl up, clashing with the ceiling above. Metal and light fixtures shattered as they flew down to the air, their breaking noises disturbing the air. The light of the high dandelion sun glimmered reflecting the ice in a bright glaze, the forest fern leaves on Venusaur's back glowed with health as the light illuminated perfectly on my starter. "You know the next move, Venusaur."

Her teal ear flicked as the sun rays were converted into golden flecks of sparks that streamed into the aureolin pistil like water cascading down a waterfall.

"Shit... Blizzard, Blastoise!" taking direct orders, the Blastoise's cannons began to fill with the wails of the arctic winds as the cloud white fakes were formed at the tips as they swirled like a saw blade. Both of the water-type's arms were spread, when the attack was ready to be launched the terrifying click of the arming was heard.

Please work, please work, and please work. I begged and pleaded as heaven's light was brought down on my pokemon. She should be able to let Solar Beam go whenever she wants, but if we gather more solar power, the attack might be stronger. It might just rival blizzard...

"Now Blastoise!"

"Now Venusaur!"

The two decrees were belted out into the remnants of the Champion's Chambers in the same seconds that flew by with the two intense forces that were given off by the two starters. A dazzling golden laser like the beacon of a light house slammed into the cyclone of ice, though we were on the lower-hand, the Solar Beam held strong as it pushed back the white-out in by inch. The sound of radiation echoed as the heat of Venusuar's attack commenced to melt the snow into drops of water.

Sweat of the anticipation streaked down from my forehead to my jawline while my teeth were scraping against one another.

All at once, the ray sabered though the snow like a sword running a man through before striking the plastron of the Blastoise's shell and he was flung back as damage was given. "Now Razor Leaf!" I ordered next, Venusaur swinging her head back and forth as from her blooming flower numerous leaves were thrown about with the speed of a Liepard. Her body secreted an aura of confidence mingling with the push of anxiety. Each leaf spun as if it were a disc into vulnerable blue skin on Blastoise, pushing him back foot by foot. "On the ice! Body Slam!"

Venusaur reared up onto her hind legs before pounding down giving the earth small tremors beneath our feet before slipping onto the ice. She kicked off and slid in a diagonal line a right angle clockwise from Blastoise before I called, "Lean all your weight to your left!" her front left leg tucked in as she sharply spun, suddenly circling the Blastoise on the slick ice. The Venusaur's brow tucked close to show the fires of bravery and revenge for her team, our team. Her horn sized nails skimmed the frozen surface like ice skates, leaving light marks behind before sinking deep into the floe. The ice that began to melt, from the beating sun above, left the ice remaining to seem to float above the field.

As her nails shattered the ice at each of her paws, Venusaur charged like a Ryhorn letting out a long grunting roar. Her head rolled down just before impact, throwing the Blastoise up. As he fell, Venusaur rammed her entire self against the opponent. Blastoise rolled around for a few moments as Venusaur was drenched in a heavy sweat, legs wobbling against one another. Her breaths were abysmal while the air grew thinner in the room; my own inhales nearly matching hers.

Just after I shifted view to the rest of our surroundings, found that I could barely just bat my eyes at the display at my feet. Blastoise on his back shell, teetering with scars running everywhere. Bruises forming on wherever bare skin would lay open to the world around. There was no way he could have found the energy to even balance himself off his carapace. The first words I found myself saying I don't think I would ever regret, "I told you I'd kick your ass in battle!" I laughed as Venusaur continued to slide across the ice. My breath was gone, but I still scampered across the slippery, cracking ice to her side. Both of my arms bundled around the humongous grass-poison like frog, my feet scrambling up so I would be perched at the base of her neck. I hugged her like I would never be separated. "Amazing! Fabulous! Exemplary! Best play ever! Almost like chess, but better!"

Maybe the teenage opponent didn't want me to pick up his next words, but my ears still caught the smooth rolling of his whisper as Venusaur continued to skate across the ice. "Arceus... She's really changed, hasn't she?"

I giggled quietly, I feel like a little kid! Can I stay like this for a little longer before going back to reality? I found myself asking while Venusaur found it entertaining to spin out on the ice, causing me to grip on for dear life.

But, like I've been told to for years, I would soon have to grow up and face the new reality.