From: "Clayton" <redneckdadd@yahoo.com> Subject: Re: [PW!] A Noble Pilgrimage Date: Tuesday, February 10, 2004 6:07 PM > > Further gloating and general thoughts of achievent were put on halt when > > Mace tripped. However it is hard for one to trip while standing still. > > Thus the more accurate phrase would have been pulled to the ground. > > > > "Keep this up and you can rule it out as a FUTURE occupation" Bob > > grunted, getting up. He was glaring Razor Leaves at the Magma agent. > > Mace. He also noticed that Raffy was trying to Psybeam the offending dog. > > > > "Raffy, it's a Dark Type." > > > > #DUH! I figured that out when the last attack did nothing.# > > > > "Try something else" > > > > #DUH!# > > > > By this time, Mace was trying another ambush attack. It might have > > worked had the breeder not heard it. Since he did, attempted attack > > meant Reflect shield. That definitely hurt his hand more than it hurt Bob. > > > > "So, why may I ask are you trying to shorten your life?" Bob asked, > > attempting to sound innocent. "I do have an appointment later and > > blood is terribly hard to get out of clothes and leaves," he added. > > > > Somehow the rather sadistic grin that followed almost fit the hybrid ... > > almost. > > > "Seemed like a lark," Mace answered, shaking the pain out of his hand. > He rubbed the side of his nose before making fists and bobbing back and > forth like a prize fighter. "'Sides, I'm under orders to bring you in, > and Mason Adams doesn't give up until the job is done." > > "That's a good line," Bob said, lowering his hood. "You should work > that into a theme song or something when you wake up." > > With a flick of the leaf, Bob sent a cloud of Sleep Powder in Mason's > direction. Mason had anticipated the move, however, and responded by > holding his breath and diving right through the cloud. He tackled Bob > and the two of them toppled to the ground. > > Bob attempted to roll out from under Mason and stand up, but the Magma > grunt managed to keep a hold on him and tried to force him back down. > He managed to struggle to his feet and Mason, in an effort to subdue > him, pushed forward and managed to drive him into a tree. The force > neccessary to knock out the hybrid failed to be applied, and Bob tried > to buck Mason off before pushing them both backward and into another > tree. Bob managed to slam Mason a couple more times before being forced > back to the ground. > > Eventually, Mason wrestled his way into a position where he was > stradling Bob's stomach with a fist raised ready to punch him in the > head while his other hand pinned the leaf to the ground. > > #Definitely NOT a martial artist,# Artemis quipped. > > "Shut up," Mason ordered. > > "Huh?" Bob asked. > > "Not you," Mason replied. "Okay, now we can do this one of two ways: > One, you give up now and I'll just put you in a cage or something, or, > two, I punch you in the face until you pass out. What'll it be?" "I don't suppose there's an option that gets me out of this without you actually winning?" Bob asked oh-so-nicely. Gears were already truning. "Nope" "Oh well." Bob said as something tapped Mace on the shoulder. The Magma operative swivelled around to find nothing except something tapping him on the other shoulder. From inside his pokeball Artemis was laughing. The Ralts was finding this gag most amusing. Especially as the third and fourth shoulder-tapping yielded similar results. Fifth time proved to be the charm as Mace finally found out what was poking him over and over. He grabbed the offending object and pulled. "What?" Mace said looking at the ... "Vine?" A second one whipped around his other hand, tossing it off the leaf and giving the grass-type breeder a sense of satisfaction. It also caused Mason to try to sock Bob in the face. To his credit, it worked but not completely. Bob was sporting a very sore cheek and actually looked genuinely Angry. "Wrong move." Bob growled, throwing Mason off him with an fury-fueled Vine Whip. It whipped him off and along the grass. By the time Mace got up, the vines were gone. "Why don't you just give up. You can't win." Mason offered "What TV show did you get that line from?" Bob asked. "It almost suits you. Now run along like a good little pyro before things get too hot for you to handle" He added, putting that almost-fitting sadistic grin again. TBC ------- Clayton Random Tagline: All I want for Christmas is ... WORLD DOMINATION!