A pained yelp exited your toothy maw as your opponent Quick Attacked you into a tree trunk, leaving you breathless for a moment. You were a Totodile, a little blue peppy gator who'd just escaped the lab you had been hatched in. You had just begun to make a life for yourself, feasting on berries and looking for a territory.
Unfortunately this spot of the river had already been claimed. And here you were, getting thrashed. Baring your sharp teeth, you channeled your anger into Dark Type energy that entered your chompers. You lung forward with your Bite, but your opponent jumped to the side and landed a point blank attack, knocking you down and on your back. You lay there groaning as your attacker pinned you down. Your attacker was a...
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