[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.

[Kamaitachi]

A flash of satisfaction crossed Cesc's features as the bothersome Snivy finally went down. He now had Lori on the ropes, with only one pokemon remaining on the field. The Minccino was certainly a cute little thing, and had shown tremendous power in his attacks. He couldn't afford to let his guard down now.

He turned his gaze to the crowd, where a small group of spectators had began to chant Lori's name. A smile crossed his face as Lori's look of hopelessness turned into one of determination. This was the 'consolation bracket', but both competitors still had a chance to win the big one.

"Kage bunshin no jutsu!"

Lori had replied to Cesc's original masked play with masked play of her own. Though, a little voice in the back of Cesc's head thought the phrase would've been more complete with the term "Datteybayo" behind it...whathever that meant.

Chico had vanished, reapparing as five Chicos.

Double Team. Cesc noted, filing it away in his mental databank. Cesc's aptitude with languages gave him this tiny ability...hopefully one day it would come in handy.

"Bardolph, Doble Equipo!" Cesc prepared to counter with the same technique, utilizing a different name. However, Bardolph's paralysis took hold once more, forcing the Scyther to double over in pain.

"Valentine, intercept! "Lanzallamas""

Cesc's hesitation cost him; the Flamethrower ripped through one of Chico's shadow clones, leaving the real Minccino free to smack the beleaguered Scyther dead on with a devastating Iron Tail attack.

Bardolph disappeared in a red beam of light, but Cesc decided to continue to press the attack. He absolutely could not afford to let the momentum swing in his favour. He was back in the desert field now, a scorching hot area that perhaps Chimchar could take advantage of. The natural fire type would feel a bit more at home in the desert heat than a fluffy woodland creature.

"Valentine, Giro Fuego!""

The intensely mobile Chico, who appeared to rely on close physical combat with its tail, would hopefully be trapped in the flaming vortext for a quick spell. Cesc's agile mind raced with a way to finish off the battle.