Charlotte's Homework

The sun was high over Whispen Ranch. Charlotte the Kingler and Prim the Bulbasaur were lounging in the sunlight and discussing battle tactics after Charlotte's first loss.
"Bulba! Bulbasur, saur! Bulba bulba saur(Focus! You just need to focus. If you were paying attention you would have won.)"
Prim was trying to help, but Charlotte didn't appreciate the implication that she had not been paying close enough attention. She snapped her claws angrily at Prim and retaliated.

"Kingler, king! King king kingler king! Ler, kingler king(How can you say anything! You haven't even battled a real trainer yet, you hypocrite! I can do just fine without your help.)"
She turned up her nose and scuttled away sideways. Hearing Prim laughing behind her, however, she turned around furiously and lunged at the bulbasaur with her oversized claws. Prim dodged easily, however, for Charlotte's attack was frankly, quite slow.

"Bulba! Saur, bulbasaur. Saur saur bulba! Bulbasaur?(I know! If you can beat me in a battle, you're right. If I can beat you, I'm right, and you have to write me a formal apology! Sound good?)"
Charlotte, never one to turn down a battle, agreed immediately.

Charlotte and Prim positioned themselves on opposite corners of the field and glared at each other.
Then, all at once, they attacked. Prim ran straight for Charlotte, but instead of tackling like she was expecting, she used poisonpowder and darted off again. As Charlotte was distracted, coughing in the purple cloud, Prim attacked again, using vine whip. Charlotte cried out, not having seen the attack coming, and blundered around aimlessly, trying to locate her opponent.

Prim grinned and used tackle, pushing Charlotte out of the cloud of poison, but also causing plenty of damage. Charlotte, now able to see, swung her enormous claw around and caught Prim in Vicegrip. As she struggled in the tight embrace, Charlotte continued her attack by using bubble and then tossed Prim back to the ground. Prim narrowed her eyes. No more Mrs. Nice Guy.
With a loud battle-cry, she used vine whip again. Charlotte, ready this time, grabbed a vine in her claw and was able to avoid some damage. Prim, however, thought this was an awful plan, and simply continued to lash out. She was quickly growing tired of this little game.

Charlotte accidentally let the vine slip from her grip, and feeling herself free, Prim attacked again with full force. Charlotte could tell that her time was up. She feebly used wide guard, but it became weaker with each use. Prim was finally able to break through, and Charlotte fainted.
With a defiant "humph!" Prim walked away.

Damnit, thought Charlotte.
When she felt better, she strolled down to her favorite place by the shore. She went here to think and relax, and occasionally write or draw. She had brought a drawing pad and colored pencils with her, carrying them very gingery in her claws. As she sat down to write Prim's apology, however, she snapped her favorite pencil with her overbearing strength.

DAMNIT!



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