[X] My Assistant

[Kamaitachi]

The main arena, a gargantuan Colosseum overlooking the vast sea, has separated into 8 fields, each with its own set of stands, while the higher seats have a lovely view of all eight battles. Each battle is televised on the giant screens located along the walls, giving spectators the nitty gritty close-up views of each battle.

The battles to come would be fierce, and with so many raging simultaneously, and to be distracted by the neighboring fights could easily spell a loss.

The Match for this field was slated for Francesco Rojas and Lori Pardare. The field itself appeared to be a sandy desert, with rolling dunes and a few jutting buttes for more stable footing. Occasionally, as if by some marvel, little dust devils would whip up and die down, more than likely designed for temporarily disabling vision to an unlucky battler.

The referee, holding the trademark flags, floated nearby on what could only be described as a hovering disc; yet another technological marvel of Daioh Scientists. The ref tapped his fingers on his poketch, which revealed a rotating triangular pyramid on the main screen. Once it stopped rotating, it revealed a large number 2:

"This will be a three on three battle conducted in Doubles-Style, with One Pokemon in Reserve. If one of the combatants falls, the reserve must be sent in immediately. Trainers, summon your pokemon now!"

This battle seemed ready to erupt. The stakes? Continuing participation in the tournament.

The crowd roared in anticipation.

[Living Arrow]

“Uh, whaaat?” Lori moved slowly, as though in a daze, to her side of the designated field. The arena in which she found herself was only one piece of a large 8-slice pie. The zone in which she stood was dry and sandy with a localised breeze that summoned swirls of dust into eye-scathing sand traps amid the sparse jutting boulders that protruded from the ground. Barriers separated her from the closest zones which looked completely different to hers. “Is this… normal?” She wondered out loud as she took up her spot where sand tickled the skin between her boots and pop-dress.

Across the arena a boy stood ready to face her. He was… very… handsome?... No… Pretty. This must be Francesco Rojas – her next opponent. She waved with an open smile on her face.

“Good luck, Fran… sess…ko?” Lori attempted the pronounciation awkwardly as she greeted him. She blushed with nervousness and gripped a large swathe of red hair in both fists for self-support. The referee interrupted her quickly:

"This will be a three on three battle conducted in Doubles-Style, with One Pokemon in Reserve. If one of the combatants falls, the reserve must be sent in immediately. Trainers, summon your pokemon now!"

No time for consideration – they were under pressure to get started right away!

“Time to go!”
“GO!”
“I choose you!”
“The stage is yours!”

Calls came from the other arenas, making Lori look around her expectantly. So much was going on! Pokemon filled the spaces at the edges of her vision and the urge to simply stand and watch how the other trainers were beginning their matches was almost overwhelming. She wrenched her attention back to her own field and selected two Pokeballs.

“Pipster and Triss, go!” Lori tossed the balls out into the sand where they burst open to reveal her Piplup and Snivy. “Time for our second chance, guys! Give it your best shot!” She allowed an errant glance at the other neighbouring pieces of the arena and saw both Trainers and Pokemon in the thick of battle.

*This is SO cool!!!*