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« Reply #15 on: Mar 16th, 2016, 8:14pm »

The ambusher tsks at the blurry display, vision still not entirely clear as to what became of his toy. At the very least, he heard the clear sound of the ground getting pierced, for that rang a far duller tone than the slicing of real flesh to his stubby ears. He could also pick up the rustling of the forest brush that followed after, the prey attempting its escape. But this was a Medicham here, not quite a species known to be able to outpace the likes of him. Even so, underestimating one’s foe is only something fools do, and he was no fool.

The hunter catches onto a branch, on all fours at the ending of a leap, the other icicle held against the branch, his head staring forward into the thick netting of green blocking his head on his perch. A clear vision would have been ideal for him to continue the pursuit, but never once did that become a handicap for him in the first place. Nay, though Leif did push himself deeper into the maze of trees, his escape to safety was far from elegant, just enough sound to be roughly triangulated by the two ears this murderer possessed. It need not be exact or even precise; just within a few yards could do.

The branch snaps from the solid lunge towards the ground, nosedive as the man hurls the other icicle into the air, aiming around the location that Leif was dashing around to. It didn’t need to hit, just within his line of sight. As long as the Medicham kept moving, he’ll eventually tire. He would not be able to get out alive if he continues to try to avoid conflict. The prey’s legs could only take himself so far, whereas the predator does not have a perception of what was ‘far’. Within the forest, distance means nothing.

As soon as the tips of his silver claws taps into the dirt, it freezes - nay, it crystallizes. Like a wave through this demented beast, his body loses its color, solidifying into a quartz structure from the bottom-up until he was not ‘alive’, not a part of the world, a mineral statue in his place, but even that would not last, shattering spontaneously yet silently, the shards splitting further into the air as they drifted in the air before the specks fade out of sight. Nothing remained of the killer, but this is only temporary, for he was more than a part of the forest. For all intensive purposes, he was literally the whole forest.
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« Reply #16 on: Mar 16th, 2016, 11:21pm »

There it is again. The ghostly image of the icicle came forth out of the foliage, this time at a reduced speed due to the angle and how far it had to travel. About fifteen feet in front of him, if he dashed forward, it would be a chance of getting struck by it. Leif stopped in his tracks, the image disappearing as several seconds later the icicle made a soft thud sound as it sunk into the ground. Though the Medicham had felt a sense of relief well up in his body, he knew that there would be another attack soon.

Panting, heart beating faster in his chest, Leif leaned against the tree as he made glances back and forth. He had attempted to see where the next attack would come from, but so far saw nothing. Not even a ghost image in sight. With a sigh of relief, he slumped down the tree, taking in deep breaths as he tried to find some pacifying thoughts. In his desperation, he spoke to himself, just as he had in the past.

“Y-You can get through this, Leif. That… thing is trying to kill you, yes, but there has to be some way to counter him.” Hearing a snap of a branch, he flinched as his head immediately snapped to the right. Seeing nothing at that instant, he felt a sense of nausea overwhelm him. Was this how it felt to be cornered? To be hunted? His hands trembled as they touched his pack, gulping as he contemplated on a course of action. He would justify his actions in using the scroll, but as his mind started to shift gears he receded his hands.

“Right. Even if I do use it, they might see right through my action and strike me down. If I don’t, they could probably strike me down anyway.” Gulping, Leif placed his hands together, knowing that there had been one thing he could attempt to at the very least lessen the damage the icicles did. Even if he didn’t get a hit in, Leif needed to recollect his mind. Taking in deep breaths, the Medicham knew very well that the assailant would return in one way, shape or form. Focusing on his center, Leif used Calm Mind, bringing his thoughts back into balance as he attempted to think about how to counter this Pokemon.
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« Reply #17 on: Mar 17th, 2016, 11:34am »

Not too far from Leif, within the brush around ten yards from the man, the air chills, solidifying vapors, banding them together until they consolidate into the shape of a common Dark and Ice type, crouching on all fours. They form the shape, the mystical particles now combined to represent the same crystal-like structure that the hunter was cast into a moment back. Akin to a reptile shedding its skin, the inorganic shell flakes off to reveal dark blue flesh, hunched up low to the ground; claws glimmering even within the dearth of light that reached beyond the thick mesh of plants; and narrow eyes, gazing forth in conjunction to the yellow marking on the Sneasel’s forehead. The last detail to be released from its cocoon would be the crimson ear feather, splotches on it darker in comparison to the natural color, dyed ceremoniously with the liquids of those formerly alive.

Returning to life, he blinks as he quickly gathers the situation around him. There was no clear-cut sound, but he could hear a pulse ahead, though not quite as panicked as he expected. Perhaps his adversary proved to be rational even in the face of death. There was distance between them, so he could rest easy knowing that there was no immediate danger for himself at the moment.

Standing on two, the Sneasel opens a set of claws, the base of another icicle constructed from the palm down, naturally drilling through the air towards the ground until it becomes a thin cone of ice. He detaches from it and runs the rims of his claws along each other, careful not to disturb the pillar he conjured. This prey would put up a fight, able to avoid at least the basics and kept a level head. This would not last, or it should not when his strategy unfolds.

Having completed his preparation with Hone Claws, the Sneasel gently tosses up the icicle above his head, the bar sent up as it hits the peak in horizontal orientation. At this instant, he widely slashes, a reaching circular motion from behind his back over with his arm, shattering the ice with explosive force. Debris went in all directions, but the vast majority went towards the Medicham. There need no divine sight to hear the attack, but with how close they were coupled with the speed of the flying jagged shards, he could not envision a case where his target would entirely evade it or keep his cool.

With the monstrous swing to launch the start of his assault anew, the claw follows through and slams into the ground. It was at this point he sprung through the horde of trees, figuring there would be no way for Leif to pay attention to his swift movement as the attack would reach him in a second’s notice.
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« Reply #18 on: Mar 17th, 2016, 8:59pm »

As Leif sat there, the Calm Mind finishing up the effects, he heard the sound pierce the silence. It hadn’t been a mystery that the Pokemon had started an attack; whatever it had been, Leif directed his attention towards the sound. Opening his eyes swiftly, the ghostly image came forth once again. He had gotten up to his feet almost immediately once he saw the image, but one thing that he had failed to notice would be the extent and the wide area that the attack had created. As soon as Leif dashed, the attack struck. Despite the foresight aiding him in getting a move on, the Medicham felt the shards pierce him in several areas along the side of his body. The cuts weren’t deep, only causing lightly bleeding, but it still stung.

As the attack passed, Leif glared at where the attack had come from. No image had come forth. Where would that assailant have gone? He sprung forward several steps, his stomach feeling as if it had twisted around and made his entire body feel as if it had been made out of jelly. Leif clung tightly to his shawl, his hand almost immediately going towards his pack.
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« Reply #19 on: Mar 17th, 2016, 10:19pm »

The hunter licks his lips as he hears the breaking of skin, subtle sounds that did not get lost in the crashing of ice everywhere against the blades of grass, into the soft earthy dirt, through the bushes, through the wooden branches, into the sturdy trunks they were attached to, against the other neighboring ice shards as they ricocheted off everything around. Only a few seconds had passed through this event as he circles around the poor soul, the fresh smell of blood from numerous tiny openings in the Fighting type summoning his appetite. It was here when he could wait no longer in this game of hide-and-seek; this Medicham must feel true fear now.

The Sneasel clashes his claws together to further sharpen their ability to cut through anything in their path. He dashes out in a side step, his body flying in a horizontal trajectory, his right arm pulled back and up over his head wisps of purple energy wrapped around the hand. He swings across as he moves through Leif’s view, the stored power unleashed from his body, extending out to be akin to an enormous version of his claws, the Shadow Claw detaching and slashing down upon Leif.
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« Reply #20 on: Mar 17th, 2016, 11:25pm »

Just as Leif had been about to bring out the scroll, his thoughts scattered as he instinctively went for the scroll, he heard something lunging towards him. What? How could he be surprised?! Even with the Ice Shard that spread across and struck him, he could at the very least see that it had been coming. With this attack, Leif’s heart skipped a beat as the attack struck him along the shoulder. The shawl tore, and blood came out of the wound, exposed to the elements.

A gasp escaped Leif, shocked that he had been struck with such a hit. Losing his balance, he fell for a split-second, placing his arms down onto the ground. Panicking, he flipped onto his back and got a quick glance and finally saw his assailant in the full light. His eyes shrunk in terror, his breath escaping him out of exasperation. The way this Sneasel looked, from the way he had been composed to the look in his eyes, everything screamed pure evil. An intense bloodlust had spread across his face, and Leif froze.

“W-Was it you?!” This had been the only thing that managed to escape his lips. Grasping his arm, the blood trickling between his clenched fingers, he stared at the Sneasel with fright. He flinched from the intense fire that erupted in his arm as he pressed down, gulping as he spoke with a croak of a voice. “Was it you that attacked the caravan? Did you kill the innocent civilians in that group of merchants?” He coughed, feeling himself having trepidation course through his body. He had been unable to stay still, not with the realization that he had potentially looked into death itself.
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« Reply #21 on: Mar 18th, 2016, 12:31am »

“Aye, blood spilt, screams loose, body writhings in their final struggles,” he confirms, lips curling up wide with unveiled teeth. This murderer slowly steps a few times towards Leif, the high-pitched tones of his claws running along each other ringing within the tiny clearing among them. He stops from a decent distance, just a few yards between the two of them. This distance, he judged, was suitable enough for his ranged moveset, yet far enough to ensure that his reflex were enough to avoid any sort of lashing from the downed man.

“All of them went that way, all the same. As will you, too,” the Sneasel declares, right arm raised again as the air, freezing the area above him as yet one more icicle to be wielded. The short killer keeps the weapon elevated, gazing down upon Leif, staring down. He could see the stream of red calmly flow, a lethargic rate due to Leif having applied pressure on that wound, but flow it did. What a metallic and salty scent, tantalizing the senses, tingling his nose with such satisfaction. The shaking limbs and Leif’s cracked voice, the thrill they brought to the serial killer.

Having his enjoyment, he hurls the icicle down, aiming to further maim the Medicham in the legs, to incur the sounds of sheer pain, to further heighten this glorious ecstasy of bloodshed.
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« Reply #22 on: Mar 19th, 2016, 1:53pm »

The vision revealed what the Sneasel had done before he had even flung the icicle towards him. Leif knew that he had one chance at this; if it struck, he could kiss this journey goodbye already. The icicle dived through the air with grace, aimed towards his limbs to incapacitate him. Spreading his legs apart with swift reflexes, Leif managed to make a yelp as the icicle made a slicing sound as it struck the ground between his legs. Shocked that he managed to dodge it, he let off a chuckle out of the sheer fright he had experienced.

“A-As will I, you say?” he started, scooting back from the icicle as an anxious look appeared. Leif could feel his heart almost pound out of his chest, the sheer thought of fighting this Sneasel filling him with dread. But, he had to fight; there were no other options from the moment he had been struck with the Shadow Claw. The blood pooling from his arm proving that this ice-type meant business. There would be no more running. It’s either die or become the victor, just as his mentor had said long ago.

Leif had been injured, yes, but it would still not prove to be enough to hold him down. “I am a witch, trained by Sleipnir. I refuse to meet the same fate as the others.” For the first time, Leif had finally taken a side. He had been trembling, pain pulsating through his very being, but Leif had made up his mind. He would fight to survive. At the very least, making the Sneasel unable to move had been Leif’s new goal.

Leaping back, his feet regaining the balance he sought to achieve, Leif let loose a Shadow Ball towards the Sneasel. A little more distance between the two would lessen the pressure that Leif felt. He needed to see how the Sneasel moved within his sight. Once he knew the movements, speed, and other variables, he can put this individual in checkmate.
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« Reply #23 on: Mar 19th, 2016, 2:25pm »

Seeing that his shot missed at short range like that, the Sneasel could not help but let out a deep scowl. Partly from frustration over the fact he could not feast upon his victim quite yet, but also partly from a mild suspicion, having seen that it had been twice that this Medicham had evaded a strike. He could chalk it up to decent reactions, yet something felt wrong, some way Leif was avoiding the attacks hinted something was afoot.

The madman having noticed that the prey - while spared for now - had a slow start recovering from his position, his mouth gabbing along. The Sneasel was generous enough to provide Leif the time to move away, his instincts begging him to resolve the itching skepticism that this combat was normal. And so mentally reflect the Sneasel did, sacrificing precious time in his pursuit to replay the moments of the hunt in his head before he could internally recognize what was causing him this ominous sensation: Leif clearly started to twitch before he even so much made a malicious motion, reacting too slow, yet extremely early, uncannily early, impossibly early. Does the Psychic type know the future? This proposition sounds flawed, the murderer trained in masking his motions with feints at a subconscious level confident that not even one of high intuition could pinpoint these assaults with such precision.

But enough of that, for one vague question, he traded for a concrete one, and time had not been kind for him to keep pondering, his foe having returned on two. For now, they were no longer in a hunt, but a battle. While far less ideal, he could observe the franticness behind Leif’s gestures, and if the Sneasel were to keep his advantage as potent as the current moment, letting him stick as far back with those satanic reflexes was not an option.

He dashes forward a few steps before leaping towards the icicle, his landing foot further chilling it as a tiny platform forms at the top an instant before flesh and ice touch. With this makeshift pole, he launches off and over the Shadow Ball while twisting his upper half, one of his shoulders facing Leif. The claw closer to the Medicham starts forming yet another icicle, but the real threat was the other claw, held high and back, its dangerously sharp features gathering yet more haunted energy as the wielder forces his body to unwind and slash downwards another Shadow Claw as he flies over the Medicham in his single jump.
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« Reply #24 on: Mar 20th, 2016, 12:18pm »

Leif gulped, knowing now that he should not keep gabbing away. This hadn’t been like his training with his mentor, who would only shut him up when he would attempt to teach him something new. No, this isn’t an innocent spar to become more sufficient at fighting. This is a duel to the death, the first of many he felt. If this is how every battle would go about, with him trying to defend his life, Leif felt as if he would be too exasperated to keep fighting for his life out here. Was it worth leaving the village if this is how it had been?

Now had not been the time, though. His thoughts shoved back into the back of his mind, for now he noticed the Sneasel’s image leaping over him as he jumped onto the ice platform. Leif found himself instinctively rolling out of the way as quickly as he could, the adrenaline pumping through his veins as the Medicham breaths became short and quick. He saw the Sneasel narrowly miss him with the Shadow Claw once more, but the fact remained that the icicle had still been in his hand. Whether he had been ready to let it fly or attempt to impale him with it had been beyond Leif. The very thought of either sent a wave of terror through his entire being.

Having landed on his feet, he let loose another Shadow Ball out of desperation. Leif had hoped that the Shadow Ball would connect for once, but at that same instant he had a terrible feeling about this battle. If the Sneasel figured out that he could see moves before they even happened, that would spell the end for Leif. He couldn’t allow the Sneasel to think about it anymore; it had been his time to put up the pressure instead of the other way around.
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« Reply #25 on: Mar 20th, 2016, 3:02pm »

Having caught sight of the roll, this nameless Sneasel glances forward in his dive, catching the sight of a few trees ahead. Still a good height from landing, he lets himself tumble midair, taking his weapon among his two claws. When he would be entirely upside-down, head over his arms, he jams about half of the piercing pole into the trunk, reutilizing it as a makeshift swing bar. Clinging tightly, his claws scrape the ice as he loops around in a full revolution, turning himself around to face towards Leif on a handstand of sorts.

The image of the Shadow Ball forming warns the Sneasel of the Medicham’s intent to hold his ground. While this man was clearly a threat with the unexplained clairvoyance, the fact that the Shadow Claw even landed to begin with had indicated two possibilities, one involving a limitation in what Leif can uncannily respond to, and another involving Leif’s own physical limitations. Regardless of which one, the prey’s defense was not impenetrable.

His feet clamp onto one of the branches overhead, arms yanking the slick pole back out of the tree as he forces himself to swing again from the strength of his lower body. He hoists himself back once like a pendulum and lets go of the rough branch he attached himself to on the swing forward, evading the second Shadow Ball as well. There was still a bit of space between the two of them, enough that he couldn’t consider Leif to be able to sneak under his landing spot. He drops the icicle after holding it horizontally in front, shattering it with the other claw to rain down an assorted cloud of jarring crystals upon the Medicham.
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« Reply #26 on: Mar 20th, 2016, 7:44pm »

When the Sneasel evaded the Shadow Ball, Leif came to the realization that he had to switch up his tactics. He wouldn’t merely sit back and allow himself to be struck with such a move, even if it had been ineffective towards his type. Leif knew that Psychic would have no effect, so the only thing he had to resort to would be Force Palm. But there would be no way that Sneasel would allow that either. Oh how the gears in his head had started to turn. He had to come up with an effective counter, and quickly.

The Ice Shard struck once more, and Leif could see it coming. Leaping to the side as best as he could, it had grazed his legs, only giving him light cuts as the blood trickled out once more. He winced, the pain of it coming to him almost immediately. He hated this fight with an intense passion; oh how Leif had desired that there would be another way to resolve this, but at the rate this had been going it wouldn’t seem like this would be the case.

He glared towards the murderer, his eyes gleaming with both terror and determination. He had to win. Leif had to become victorious in this battle. Lest his training be all for naught. The Medicham, injured and finding himself breathing heavily, as he glanced down at the pouch that hung loose along his side. Just a few more movements. He just needed some more samples, and some distance once again. Once he had that, this battle should be wrapped up quickly afterwards.
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« Reply #27 on: Mar 20th, 2016, 10:45pm »

The Sneasel hits the ground on all four, head staring up and forth towards the Medicham, checking for any other immediate threat from the aftermath of the Ice Shard. His nostrils picked up a deeper shade of the blood, knowing that the Medicham was bleeding at a faster rate. He licks his lips again, temporarily satiating the desire to straight up dive down towards his elusive fleshy treasure.

A tantalizing challenge this Medicham was, keeping his cool and attempting to stay safe. Undoubtedly, he is waiting for that One Moment. Many times. Many, many times had he seen those backed in a corner seeking the subtle time to seize the flow of battle and turn the tides back on him. They would bet on some sort of secret, some trump card, some trick to defy the laws of battle. Little do they know that he himself has quite his own play to make.

He slowly returns to his feet as he recreates yet two more of the standard tools of his combat, glistening spikes just as menacing in the bit of sunlight that makes it past the roof of the forest. He dashes forward to test how Leif would react, hurling one of the spikes straight up behind his back in sync with one of his steps. But just as it leaves his claw, the icicle appears to split off into thin layers, the films of ice dissipating into a fog of bright dust pillaring upwards before outright waning out of sight.
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« Reply #28 on: Mar 23rd, 2016, 10:02pm »

Leif had to observe the situation, feeling the blood trickle out of his wounds at a slow pace. He couldn’t allow any more hits to be inflicted, the thought of any more attacks making contact made Leif jitter. There had to be another way to get out of this situation. He wouldn’t be able to use Force Palm just yet, since surely the Sneasel would merely leap over it, continuing his assault and would ultimately trump his move.

This felt just like the hunt before he became a true witch. Having to track down and combat a Kadabra and a Charmeleon, he had to have many calculations and observations noted so he could effectively counter them when the time came. The Medicham knew that he had been put into similar scenarios before, but this time the roles had been swapped: he had now been the prey, and the Sneasel had been the hunter.

So many ideas came to his mind, but when Sneasel approached him the vision came forth once more. Lunging to the side, Leif knew that the Sneasel had dodged the prior attacks, but he had to put up some form of pressure. Releasing a Shadow Ball, attempting to aim it towards the Sneasel, he took attention towards the fog of ice dust that had appeared behind the killer. What did this mean? Had it been a form of distraction that he had attempted to utilize? Whatever the case, there is a battle on hand, one that Leif had to solely focus on.
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« Reply #29 on: Mar 24th, 2016, 12:17am »

Catching the initial gesture of the Shadow Ball forming at the palm of the Medicham’s hands, the Sneasel reactively dashed out of the way, a sideways lunge soon stabilized by anchoring the weight on his foot upon landing, ghastly projectile once aimed at him whizzing beyond harmlessly. His armed claw pulls back behind his side, about to return fire without a second thought. Yet having locked in place for retaliation, yet ready to cause yet more bloodshed, the arm does not swing forth.

It was at first glance that there was nothing he had to fear. A reasonable conclusion, built on the humid scent of blood and the lucid view of unsteady motions. This target could only hold on for so long in his state before he’d crumble, his legs soon to give way. This precisely bothered him, realizing that Leif did not resort to a desperate tactic. The hunter could try to push forward and utilize his winning trick, but if that gets neutralized...

Having weighed his options ever so slightly over to the current situation, the hunter could not decisively move in the chase. Hesitation plaguing the man’s mind, he instinctively maintains the safe distance between the two. He hops lightly from side to side on the ground idly, ready to shift forward or backward in accordance to the Medicham, should the man decide to try and flee or lash out. His claws started to run together along the flat ends, keeping them prime for their purpose. He keeps his icicle count to one, waiting it out, trying to get Leif to be the one to make a poor move, this bleeding man definitely shorter on time in this struggle for life.
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