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Just for fun. Read teh Western way.

Manga Studio 3 and Photoshop CS3

Pokemon (c) Nintendo

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WHAM!

Smokey felt the pain erupt in her back as her exhausted body slammed against the ice cold sheet metal the humans used to cover the side of the fighting ring. Too stunned to even yelp, she slumped weakly into the sand coating the floor, drawing desperate, shallow breaths. Each one disturbed the small particles slightly, teasing them into a short frenzy before they resettled inches from her nose; would she too lie as still and unmoving as they?

Dazed, she wondered how long the fight had been going on; surely not nearly as long as it felt. She'd been terrified of this battle, knowing full well that these were not the usual rattata and sentret she normally faced. No, this opponent was well-seasoned and fierce, and at this moment wanted nothing more than her throat ripped open, her ruby blood seeping into the sand like a scarlet victory flag.

He was not an old zangoose, probably only about level 25 or so, but he'd made quite a name for himself since he'd joined the circuit eight months ago. Usually a pokemon just surviving for that long in the Team Rocket fighting system was cause for note, and one blood-thirsty enough to win as often as this one did was by far a rare thing indeed.

"Heh."

Struggling to lift her head, Smokey barely made out the silhouette of her foe against the all but blinding lights those black clad humans insisted on erecting for the matches. His eyes glowed eerily, both his pointed teeth and razor sharp claws glinting in the artificial sun. The latter had been what had given this particular zangoose his ring name, as they'd proven just as keen as any green, sickle-handed bug type.

Scythe.

Still grinning smugly, he advanced across the pit, planting himself just before Smokey. Staring at the dark "M"-shaped mark on his torso, the young growlithe wondered: "Is this it? Am I going to die?"

Watching Scythe lift his paw, complete with its deadly accessories, Smokey closed her eyes and waited for the end.

Description
Just for fun. Read teh Western way.

Manga Studio 3 and Photoshop CS3

Pokemon (c) Nintendo

----------------------
WHAM!

Smokey felt the pain erupt in her back as her exhausted body slammed against the ice cold sheet metal the humans used to cover the side of the fighting ring. Too stunned to even yelp, she slumped weakly into the sand coating the floor, drawing desperate, shallow breaths. Each one disturbed the small particles slightly, teasing them into a short frenzy before they resettled inches from her nose; would she too lie as still and unmoving as they?

Dazed, she wondered how long the fight had been going on; surely not nearly as long as it felt. She'd been terrified of this battle, knowing full well that these were not the usual rattata and sentret she normally faced. No, this opponent was well-seasoned and fierce, and at this moment wanted nothing more than her throat ripped open, her ruby blood seeping into the sand like a scarlet victory flag.

He was not an old zangoose, probably only about level 25 or so, but he'd made quite a name for himself since he'd joined the circuit eight months ago. Usually a pokemon just surviving for that long in the Team Rocket fighting system was cause for note, and one blood-thirsty enough to win as often as this one did was by far a rare thing indeed.

"Heh."

Struggling to lift her head, Smokey barely made out the silhouette of her foe against the all but blinding lights those black clad humans insisted on erecting for the matches. His eyes glowed eerily, both his pointed teeth and razor sharp claws glinting in the artificial sun. The latter had been what had given this particular zangoose his ring name, as they'd proven just as keen as any green, sickle-handed bug type.

Scythe.

Still grinning smugly, he advanced across the pit, planting himself just before Smokey. Staring at the dark "M"-shaped mark on his torso, the young growlithe wondered: "Is this it? Am I going to die?"

Watching Scythe lift his paw, complete with its deadly accessories, Smokey closed her eyes and waited for the end.