"There's a definite bond between you and your Pokémon, too. I didn't recognize it, so it's only natural that I lost." 🖤 New to character. 🖤 Friendly writer, and muse. 🖤3yrs RP experience. 🖤 OC friendly. 🖤 Lewd with Ships only. 🖤 Best Spooky Girl. 🖤 ❤&🔄 appreciated

ᅠ don’t judge a book by its cover. I’m warning you. ᅠ

ᅠ alright then. you asked for it. ᅠ

ᅠ • she’s dropping into position. squared, but not advancing. then, she stands upright again. • this is nonsensical. ᅠ

ᅠ • she returned to her stance almost immediately, on the defense — sharp eyes scanning the other with great care. he was preparing to attack, and she was ready to take him head on. • ᅠ

ᅠ • her slim body had proven to be easy to weave around, and yet, she was quick to act — turning about to watch him in her arms and plant her feet. alas, he had still managed to catch her unprepared, sending her to the ground. • ᅠ

ᅠ • a tricky situation indeed, however, she was quick to react. mustering as much strength as her body would allow, she recovered, pushing against legs and finding her way back to her feet, slipping his legs from her abdomen now that she was standing upright. • ᅠ

ᅠ • with a heavy exhale, she returned to position, and lunged forward, attempting to grapple high. it was feinted, however, and she seamlessly transitioned into a low attack, grappling his leg and trying to knock his balance off. • ᅠ

ᅠ • Bea was strong — capable of rivaling a Machoke, but only just barely. her struggles had only managed to push him back a few centimeters, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to lift him. instantly, did she transition to his other leg, grappling it next • ᅠ

ᅠ • with his balance finally put off, she stood, using her shoulder to lift him into the air a tad, and pull him back down to mat him, letting out a struggled grunt. it was clear she was putting in a lot of effort. she was serious. • ᅠ

ᅠ she let go of his leg, staring down at her work with agitated eyes, a brow furrowed, a look of adrenaline plastered on her face. then, it softened, and she doubled over, catching her breath. she responded with a question of her own: ❝ Is that good enough for you ? ❞ ᅠ

ᅠ maybe so. but the visible muscles are just for show. she’s still pretty strong, even if it doesn’t show in meat. ᅠ

ᅠ sparring ? sure. could use the extra practice. don’t go easy on me, though. just because I don’t look the part . . . ᅠ

ᅠ ❝ Bea. ❞ she rolled her shoulders, standing restlessly, almost in a stanced manner ❝ I’m more of a grappler, but I won’t be afraid to throw some kicks of my own. You ready ? ❞ ᅠ

ᅠ ❝ Mm. Ready when you are. ❞ her eyes closed, and she inhaled deeply, collecting herself. focused and prepared, she stomped her foot, falling into a back stance and raising her hand, beckoning for Jesse to come at her. ᅠ

ᅠ admittedly, she was well impressed with Jesse’s quick-thinking recovery. there they met, face to face now, a small smirk growing on the Gym leader’s face. ❝ Touché. ❞ hoisting him back upright, she let Jesse go, taking a step back to recollect. ❝ You’re no slouch. ❞ ᅠ

ᅠ no promises ᅠ

/ ok but like i’m actually gonna come back to this account methinks