[Finley Morrow]

Ever since Brian had begun learning elemental punches, thunder punch, ice punch, and the like, Finley had noticed a small quirk as to how the mankey performed the move. Rather than cloaking his fist in the chosen element as one might suspect, he first punched his enemy and then burst-attacked them with the elemental aspect. Brian, while he had more battle experience than any of Finley’s other pokemon, was still new to fighting as a whole. He was just beginning to chain moves quickly one after another as fighting types might. His current method of elemental punching gave him a moment of lag after the initial impact - a moment be could use beginning a cross chop or another punch.

The two of them (and a couple other of Finley’s pokemon in their pokeballs) had come to the nearby power plant to train for the day. They’d found a large room, and after pushing all of the abandoned and broken equipment into a corner, began practicing the move in the newly opened space.

At first Finley thought it was Brian’s stance. The mankey tried standing every which way and, once, got the move to come off right. They were overjoyed, sure they had found it, when they tried it again, exactly the same stance, to have the ice burst out after the punch had ended. Next, they tried speed of the punches. That seemed to make about as much of a difference as the stance.

Finley laid back on one of the tall machines in defeat. “I don’t get it. You’ve gotten it to work twice, so it’s not impossible. Is it a mindset or something?” He groaned. Brian huffed loudly. “It’s not that I think you’re doing it wrong or anything,” Finley continued, sitting up, “In fact, I can see burst ice punch” - as he’d decided it was to be named - “as having a lot of uses. It’s certainly flashy. The problem is, it’s slow. Sometimes you’ve got to be fast. But, if we can do both versions at will, imagine the possibilities.” Finley grinned slying to himself. Brian sighed and tried once again, outputting yet another burst ice punch.

Looking for a male, non-shiny Trubbish!

[Kitten4u]

Behold!



Species: Tynamo
Gender: Male
Ability: Levitate
~Moves~
Tackle
Thunder Wave
Spark
Charge Beam

[Finley Morrow]

Finley tapped his pencil on his lip. They’d have to try something else, yet again. “Why don’t you try punching the wall? I’m sure it’ll hold.” He suggested.

Despite the initial impression of strength the metal wall gave off, it did not, in fact, hold. Where Brian’s fist hit the wall, there was now a nice circular hole rimmed with little shards of ice. And, on the other side, was a very angry tynamo who had just been woken from his nap by an ice shard to the face.

Brian leaped back as electricity shot from the hole, dodging an attack that would’ve hit him not too long ago. He was beginning to be more nimble. “Brian, step away from the hole and focus energy. We’re going to draw him to you. Use vacuum wave as soon as you see him.” Finley said. The mankey had little for long-range moves, and closing in on the other pokemon himself would mean going through the hole and stepping out of Finley’s sight.

The mankey did exactly as planned - he moved away from the opening and, eyes squeezed shut, began to focus. The tynamo, if he wished to continue this fight, was left with no other option but to follow. The moment the pokemon came into Brian’s sight, his next and readied attack went off. Fist made sudden contact with side and the pokemon was thrown, surprised, to the other end of the room.

“Ice punch!” Finley commanded. If he wanted Brian to move fast, he’d have to give his orders equally so. Brian leaped into the air, the high ceiling allowing him to go as far up as his legs alone would get him, and angled himself at the tynamo. Ice swirled around his readied fist, leaving a glittering trail of frozen dust behind him as he fell. Ice punch collided with a charge beam and light and then smoke filled the room. When the raised dust settled and Finley’s eyes readjusted, the tynamo had been knocked out.

“Good work, Brian.” Finley said with a smile to the panting mankey. Finley threw a pokeball, which shook, clicked, and was still. Hopping off from his perch, he gathered his new pokemon and surveyed his old partner. After a full day of training, Brian was starting to look worn out. “What do you say we head back and get some pasta?” He suggested. The mankey gave Finley a grin and a few wooshes of his tail. The work for the day done, they departed for home.

Tynamo caught!