[yb2] Meowth v Wrath (Sollir Judging)

[Berandor]

"Well, then. 5 flag speed standard match."

Wrath counters the plush one's attack by ione of her own.

The falcon splits the palace; silences the foray of the comet!

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

"Foul the bird or foul as in evil, either way it doesn't matter, for Wrath uses the style of a bird and is evil. A falcon splitting the castle is impressive but not as powerful as a dragon of the heavens! 2 Points Meowth."

Sylf plays his flute as two squirrels head over to the plush one.

2 Flags Meowth, 0 Flags Wrath

 

[Berandor]

Wrath grits her teeth and attacks anew.

The blizzard overwhelms the prairie; lies through the aggression of the stone!

 

[reiella]

Reowth! Meowth good gardener! See!

Scattering thrust of heart... Good... Planting cherry blossoms for nearby samurai to use.... bad... Meowth will be leaving now before some freaky samurai gets here.

The cherry blossom devours the garden; scatters the thrust of the heart!

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

"However I enjoy Meowth's move, flowers don't stand a chance if the raging blizzard is where they are, point Wrath."

Sylf plays his flute as a squirrel heads over to Wrath's side.

2 Flags Meowth, 1 Flag Berandor

 

[reiella]

Reowth! Charmander! Pow! Ow! POW!

The lizard brutalizes the grotto; guards against the edge of the root! *yen*

 

[Berandor]

"Ha! That reminds me of the time we were walking through the volcano... man that was great! I've got some pictures..."

Dirty Trick

 

[reiella]

Reooooowth... Reoow. Meowth sad now, meowth have to practice his eatting with chopsticks...

MEOWTH HATE THESE. MEOWTH HAVE NO DISCERNABLE DIGITS! REWOOOOOW.

The chopstick annihilates the caves; wards off the touch of the lava and blocks the foray of the scythe!

 

[Berandor]

Wrath tries to counter... but fails miserably.

The turtle slashes within the caves; waves away the tempest of the rainbow!

 

[Berandor]

Wrath, getting desperate, stops pulling her punches.

The mongoose vanquishes the spring and so it flies close to the wetlands; waves away the aggression of the sun as it leaps over the offensive of the soul!