Doctor Doom whipped out his Doomdex to get more information on the evolved form of Electabuzz. Doom needed to know what to write on its tombstone.
Electivire, the Thunderbolt Pokemon. Said to be one of the most battle savvy Electric Pokemon in the world, their fierce temperament along with their excellent command of electricity makes them very hard to beat. A ground type to face it is highly suggested.
Doom thought it over for a second, the longest he ever took to decide on a course of action, and decided that Doom did not like the idea of switching out. Doom looked at Gladiator II and was pleased to see that he and his Pokemon appeared to be like-minded in this regard. That was good, for if Gladiator II had faltered because of a Doomdex entry Doom would have had to find a Gladiator III sooner rather than later.
“Fire,” Doom instructed.
Gladiator II blinked out of sight and reappeared next to Electivire with fists of fire. He connected with a right cross that left a scorch mark on the Electivire's face before the electric Pokemon wrapped one of its tails around Gladiator II's left wrist and used it to slam the Hitmonchan into a wall while filling its body with electricity.
Doom's Pokemon did not hesitate for a moment and dashed right back in with another flurry of fire punches. This time the Electivire countered each one with electrically charged punches of its own until it began to overpower its opponent and landed a sharp blow to Gladiator II's head which caused it to stumble back.
Doom gritted his teeth. This was unacceptable. “Gladiator, Close Combat!”
The fighting-type obeyed his master immediately and charged in with reckless abandon towards his target.
“Hah! I won't let him get close! Thunderbolt!” Surge shouted.
Electivire glowed yellow for a brief moment before it shot a beam of lightning directly at Gladiator II. The beam hit dead-on.
And Gladiator II just kept coming. He got within the Electivire's guard, still being assaulted by the Thunderbolt no less, and began to land vicious punch after vicious punch to the electric Pokemon's midsection.
The two were locked in a battle of wills. Both taking horrific amounts of damage to their bodies but neither ceasing their attack. Blood began to come from Gladiator II's nose as its attacks began to slow down. Likewise, Electivire's mouth was now streaming blood as the vicious assault battered its midsection to a pulp and the electricity it was giving off began to taper off. Finally Gladiator II threw one last punch and Electivire cut off its attack as both stood motionless not one foot away from the other.
Suddenly, without warning, Gladiator II fell back and hit its head roughly against the floor. That was the least of his problems, though. Now without the electricity to obscure the damage being done it was plain to see that his entire front was little more than a blackened, charred husk of the muscled mass it was before the fight had begun. There was no doubt to be had about the situation, this Pokemon had died the moment it had delivered the last punch it could give for the glory of his master.
Lt. Surge laughed at the fallen Pokemon. “That's war for ya, the weak die and the strong survive!”
Gladiator II gave no response. After all, he was dead.
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"What I'm saying is mind over matter only works when there's not much of a matter to mind. " - Lopen
The Cult of Personality.