[Serkan] - Lets have a park battle - [finished]

This was super gross. The park vendors sold nothing but hot dogs and french fries. He hated hot dogs and french fries. Didn’t they have any real food? Heck, they didn’t even have any fruit juice. It was all sodas and hot chocolate. No coffee, no tea, no nothing! ”I ain’t that picky a eater, am I, Khopesh?”

The cranidos walked beside his so-hungry-he’s-cranky owner. <Sir… please do not ask me trick questions. There is no pleasant solution.> Looking for something to distract the sulking cowboy, the cranidos spotted the group of trainers all battling each other. <Say, let’s get a bit of practice in before we look for more partners, hm?>

”Yo sólo quería unos tacos o tal vez una buena hoja de parra rellenas… No, no!” Serkan grumbled to himself.

<Master?>

”Qué?”

<Partners. Battles.>

Serkan begrudgingly nodded. He scopped the field, seeing that most people were either flocking to a few in particular or fighting over stray partners. In fact, he was about to enter a line himself when he spotted a lone girl. Adjusting his hat, the hard working trainer approached the maroon haired girl. ”Ey, missy, ya’ll wanna battle?”

Khopesh came up behind him, prehistoric pokemon looked on patiently.

Wow, this girlie wasn’t all that confident, but she sure had some reflexes! Serkan smirked when she tossed him the apple. He rubbed it on his shirt, prayed he wasn’t going to find half a bug in it, and bit into it, not particularly caring that there was juice dripping down his chin. ”Thank ya’ kindly.” For both the apple and the battle, but would the stranger pick up on that? Munching on the apple, Serkan decided his quest for a proper, warm meal could wait. That, or he could see how stuffed apple leaves tasted. Probably not too good.

Mouth full, Serkan followed the girl, Khopesh at his heels. ”Sohkey,” he answered, not bothering to swallow before he spoke. ”Tain’t bawttled wif Co-pessh ye ‘nywei.” Could she make out what he was saying? Heaven knew. Wiping his mouth, he finally swallowed.

”Nice ta meetcha, Miss December. My name’s Serkan.” Deciding he could have first go at the battle, he pointed towards the sandshrew. He knew a little about the creatures since he used to work for a ground type gym leader, but he hadn’t studied them in particular or anything. ”Alright, Khopesh, let’s starter ‘er off witha nice headbutt ‘n’ leer combo!”

Khopesh snorted and lowered his head, aiming to ram the sandshrew and hopefully send it flying. Thanks to his sheer force ability, he would have no chance of causing Sandy to flinch even if the move landed; however, his over-all power while using the move was increased. All the while, the admittedly overly-proper pokemon was doing his best to send an intimidating glare Sandy’s way.

Serkan jumped into the air, hand holding the apple pumping up. ”Atta boy, Khopesh!” Full of vitality and raring to go, a spark lit in Serkan’s eyes. He grinned like a mad man. If there was anyone who didn’t try to play it cool in battles, it was this guy. He grew a bit nervous when he saw the girl fret over her pokemon. He knew sandshrews were delicate, but he couldn’t know that there wasn’t something wrong with this one with the way December was fussing over it. He might ask about that later, if he remembered.

”’Mon li’l buddy! Don’t get the sand in yer--”

Khopesh started shaking his head, stubby arms too short to reach up to clear his eyes.

”--eyes…” Sighing and putting his free hand on his hip, the cowboy took another bite of his apple. Chewing, he watched as the battle continued. Mm, that poison sting might not do much damage, but it could prove lethal to his chances of winning. All the same, with his pokemon still half-blind by the sand, he couldn’t expect for Khopesh to move.

The rocky type blinked as the feeling of the poison sting registered. His eyes were watering, but the sting itself didn’t hurt too much. He snorted, tensing up as he expecting the burning pain of poison to course through him. Not this time… next time, especially if he was standing still, he might not be so lucky.

”Alrighty then, let’s try an iron head! If ya’ can handle it with the sand in yer eyes, try leer again!” If this had been a boy’s cartoon series, Serkan might have looked pretty cool, commanding his pokemon with an outstretched hand and smiling so confidently. As it was, he merely looked over zealous.

All the same, Khopesh obeyed, less focused on target but leering. His skull glowed white. Once again, he would have no chance of making Sandy flinch thanks to his ability, but the iron head, which was already stronger than the headbutt, would be given yet more power. It was probably for the best that he didn’t know any rock type moves yet. He’d be a bit of a holy terror.

Due to his sandy eyes, Khopesh was unable to even try to follow the sandshrew once it started rolling around. He merely stood, tensing up so that, if she rammed into him, it wouldn’t send him flying. However, he turned in time to lower his head for the scratch attack. Times like this, he was sure glad to be rock type.

”C’mon, use a headbutt!” Serkan commanded.

And, Khopesh tried. Pushing past the scratch attack had apparently gone critical as it left small but easy to heal from grooves in his head plate, the cranidos ran at the sandshrew, attempting to bowl her over.

Serkan grinned over at December. ”Now, missy, I don’t wanna call you a hussler, but I’m thinkin’ ya’ll aren’t as new to this as ya’ll’re thinkin’ ya are!” He took another chomp of his apple, enjoying the battle thoroughly. ”Poh yeah, usa leer, Ko’pesssh!”

Gooooaaaal! The cranidos successfully hit the sandshrew. Khopesh’s victory was short lived, however, as a second poison sting was used. Oh, that hot sensation filling his veins. He looked behind him, entirely too casual. <Master Serkan, I do believe I’ve been poisoned.>

Chewing on the last bite of the apple--boy he ate fast--Serkan frowned. ”Would ya take ish more sepherisly?” Gulping down the snack, the black haired boy tossed the apple core on the ground and then pointed at the sandshrew. ”Now, try to get an iron head in on li’l Miss Sandy.”

The cranidos returned his attention to the battle and ran at the yellow blur he could only assume was Sandy. No leering to distract him, he could only pray there was only one yellow blob for him to go after.

<Miss Sandy!> “Li’l Miss Sandy!” both boys shouted as they realized exactly where the iron head had sent the sandshrew. Needless to say, they dropped their jaws, worried. But, the natural tenacity of the sandshrew species shined through and Sandy snapped out of her ball form with relatively minor injuries.

”Ser vago no vale la pena estar preocupado…” Serkan mumbled, making a mental note to not litter again around Sandy. ”Khopesh, hit ‘er… with a head butt, I dunno, something.” Ashamed of the accident he had more or less caused, Serkan sort of hid his face behind his big hands.

THe cranidos obeyed, rushing at the sandshrew. Her sharp little claws raked across his cheek this time. After the battle, he might have to ask her what she did to maintain them.

Serkan was anything but a graceful winner. ”Yeeeeeeeehaw!” he more or less shouted, jumping into the air with both hands in victory fists pumping into the air. Landing, he jogged over to December’s side, holding out his hand again. ”Same, same, Miss December! I’ve seen a lotta ground types in my day, but that li’l Sandy a yours is ‘bout fine!” Would she even understand the point he was trying to convey with all those words? He’d probably scare her off from a second handshake with his rambunctious, energetic behavior.

The cranidos trailed after as well, looking up to December. <Will Miss Sandy be quite alright?> he pressed. As he stood, his little legs trembled. <M-Master Serkan, I’m still poisoned.>

”Oh, yeah.” Regardless of whether or not December had shaken his hand, once that was done with, he’d turn to scoop up his starter. He rock type only weighed as much as a kid. Not too heavy. Carrying Khopesh over his shoulders like a shepherd would a lamb, Serkan once again laughed. ”I guess I’ll see ya’ around, Miss December.”