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Post by ensenga on Jan 15, 2013 21:58:47 GMT -8
"Alright, we did it!" Ensenga cheers, pumping a fist into the air. "Dude," he says to Hua with a grin, "your strats are awesome!" Yeah, he's definitely going to have to ask him for some tips later!
"Don't celebrate just yet," White Lopmon growls. "There's still one left!" He makes his way through the sand quietly, scampering behind the remaining Armadimon as it tries futilely to swipe at Biyomon. When at last he's close enough to grab its tail, he lunges forth and—hits the sand?
"No way! I missed?" Quickly the rabbit gets up, glaring at the Armadimon. It had turned its tail away at the last second and, now noticing the new foe, turns its attention away from Biyomon as well. "What do I do? Dodge and pull like before, maybe?" He tenses and prepares to move, but the attack that comes isn't what he expects; instead of claws, it's a rolling tackle he barely manages to sidestep. "How am I supposed to get to its tail now?" White Lopmon yells, watching as the Armadimon slows down a distance away before making a sharp turn back. "It's all curled up and everything!"
"Uh, um," Ensenga stammers, glancing briefly at Hua. He's probably got a plan, right? "But wait," he thinks, "I can't just... Ensenga can't just rely on other people all the time. He has to be independent, and strong enough to stand on his own two feet..." He turns away from the other player, staring hard at the battle before him. His White Lopmon's jumped out of the way of another rolling tackle but he's slower this time; an ear gets caught and he yelps as he hits the sand. "Think, think," Ensenga mutters to himself, but he's distracted by a sudden desert gust. Instinctively he raises his arms to shelter his closed eyes, but just as quickly, his arms are down and his eyes wide open in realization. Along with the sand, the wind's brought him an idea.
"Try that new technique you learned!" Ensenga shouts. "Knock it off balance!"
"Alright!" the rabbit yells back, his uninjured ear perked up to hear past the wind. He watches as the Armadimon turns for a third run, and when it's rolled into range...
"Petit Twister!" White Lopmon shouts as he begins to spin in place. Powered by the desert winds, he rises slowly into the air, his long ears twirling about him until he's formed a miniature tornado. Unable to pause its momentum, the Armadimon rolls directly into it and is blown away a fair distance before landing squarely on its back.
"Now!" Ensenga says, turning to Hua.
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