Wolf Mountain Defeats Fonkin


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The weasel storms the paradise as it drops facing the Endless Beach; avoids the gaze of the stone!


"Zap, Crash, Storm "

*Sneak around behind the Elf and hit him over the head*
 

"Your not listening to me! Not Elf! Not Elf! I am not an Elf!"

The willow eliminates the badlands; dodges the chi of the canine!
 
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Wolf Mountain's Second Hand
<MechaMeowth> 1: The scythe drifts over the grotto; defends against the stab of the settlement!
<MechaMeowth> 2: The lizard attacks the badlands; negates the beauty of the mire!
<MechaMeowth> 3: The hammer strikes next to the clearing; negates the stab of the shell! *yen*
<MechaMeowth> 4: The invisible scorpion shatters the cavern; silences the rolling of the bone!
<MechaMeowth> 5: The fist drops within the foothills; avoids the kick of the pole!
 

The willow is flowing. It bends to the wind. It takes forever to cut down..but a persistant weasel seems to be doing just that... GNAW GNAW GNAW!

Point Wolf Mountain!
2 flags Wolf Mountain; 1 flag Fonkin
 

Fonkin's Hand
<MechaMeowth> 1: The scythe seeks through the glade; silences the tempest of the river!
<MechaMeowth> 2: The rat swims close to the beach; shreds the chi of the mountain!
<MechaMeowth> 3: The superior crab dances by the dungeon; shields against the kick of the grass!
<MechaMeowth> 4: The thunder stands higher than the cavern; removes the foray of the star!
<MechaMeowth> 5: The thunder drifts on top of the beach before it roughly mangles the star; scatters the efforts of the pole!
 


"No you won't! Now I'm going to do the, 'I hate you and I am not an elf' dance!"

The superior crab dances by the dungeon; shields against the kick of the grass!
 

Wolf Mountain must be dazed a little from weaseling his way into getting a point last round - he defends perfectly against shells and still gets shellshocked!

Point Fonkin!
2 flags each!
Yen to Fonkin!
 

"What is this? A coin? Are you thinking I'm a fricken elf? You are, aren't you! I'm not an Elf!"

The thunder drifts on top of the beach before it roughly mangles the star; scatters the efforts of the pole!
 

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