[Move Learning]Drill Run + Corrosive Gas

It had been a few months since Hrist had adopted Gunter into their home from the wilds. They'd been through a fair bit together- he'd even evolved, growing into a much larger, leaner form, losing some of his baby-like charm in favor of sheer strength, battled rogue fusions, gone out tracking rare pokemon- one of which was currently staring, fixated, at the radio that they had left on top of their desk. The faintly shimmering, metallic white hide caught the light, and, at first, Hrist had worried that Gunter would catch a glimpse of himself and attack the beast further. But the two had proven reasonably amicable, unlike some of their other companions.

That particular battle had proven to be somewhat difficult, and not necessarily because Gunter wasn't strong; rather, it was because he did not seem to know how best to use his new size against something so very dense.Hrist turned their attention from the mesmerized Pulse to Gunter's slumbering form. It was raining some outside, and it was nearly nightfall- more dangerous on the streets, maybe, but it wasn't anything that they weren't used to, couldn't identify and avoid when necessary. Besides, that meant that the training grounds would probably be much less busy- especially with the parties going on to celebrate the Catastauros runs.

Well, there was nothing overmuch that Hrist was needing to do right then, and, if they were going to continue out on their little forays into the wilds, it would be incredibly wise to refine Gunter's technique- and, more, it'd be wise to test out Pulse, see what he already knew, what he was capable of learning. He truly was a fascinating creature, with his unusual, soft pink coat. With a soft sigh, Hrist pushed their chair back, and rose. They patted their thigh, clicked their tongue, and Gunter flailed to wakefulness, flailing to grasp his bone, and hauled it up, ready to throw. Hrist snickered, and then lifted a palm to soothe him. "Easy there, Gunter, easy. Pulse?" One eye turned towards them, and then refocused on the radio, which had been playing- nothing. Static, soft and low, for the past hour and a half. Carefully, Hrist reached over, and tapped the power button. With a click, it powered down, and Pulse grunted in irritation. "Come on, man, we're gonna go do some training. You know, play-fighting?" Gunter perked up at that word, relaxing some and bouncing up to lean towards Hrist, nip at their elbow. "Ow, ok, yes, yes. I know, hold on a moment, just a moment," they chided softly, swatting gently at the nibbler.

His enrichment taken away, Pulse turned his head and huffed, then moved towards the door. He head-butted it with the flat of his horn, and it creaked ominously. Hastily, Hrist darted over, and unlatched it, letting him out ahead of them. Gunter hopped down from his perch, and trotted out happily. A quick gesture to the others in the room, inviting them along, a moment holding the door. "Anybody else? No? Alright," They locked the door behind them, and then set out towards one of the public arenas.

Escorting the two pokemon, sans pokeball or harness, had been a minor trial in and of itself. Pulse was headstrong, and wanted only to meander away from the beaten paths, towards transformers located at ground level, while Gunter just kept stopping and having to be redirected off whatever scent had caught his attention. Eventually, Hrist did find that, if they used their comm, it'd attract Pulse, and Gunter- well, he always came running after Hrist once they got far enough away from him.

As they'd hoped, the place was dead quiet. The tamped-flat ground was painted in faded lines, marking out where trainers ought to stand, and where pokemon could start the duel- a familiar place for Hrist. They'd helped train their parents back in the day, even if that had only been the basics. Teaching Gunter his starting moves had proven a learning experience for Hrist, too, even if they hadn't taken him to an official arena prior to this moment. Hrist walked him over to one side, with Pulse trailing after them in slow, thudding stomps. "Stay here, buddy, right here. Ok, good. Pulse?" A huff, but all three eyes were on Hrist. "Come along."

Over to the other half of the arena, and, after two tries to make Pulse stay there, it seemed to sink into his head that he was being asked to stay put. After making sure he was good, Hrist moved to the center, and then looked to the two of them. "Ok, guys. Time to play-fight. I want you to put your heart into it! Show me what you've got!"

To that end, Pulse just stared at Hrist, his eyes unblinking as he boredly canted his head at them. Gunter, however, understood, at least some of those words- namely, 'fight'. He let out a playfully challenging roar, slamming his bone club on the ground before running up to try to shove over Pulse's massive bulk. With some reluctance, Pulse braced himself, sighing as Gunter tried to bite him.

With a toss of Pulse's head, he threw Gunter off of him. There was a hard stomp of warning, but Gunter did not seem to care. Instead, he hefted his tail and stomped back. Another couple charges, two redirected and thrown to the side. Hrist didn't know how to best help Gunter fight, and Pulse was showing no real indication of retaliation.

At least, not at first.

Gunter, on the third charge, he stopped, and held still a moment, swaying thoughtfully. He turned the bone-club in his hand, braced it, and charged, using the club as a bayonet of sorts. Hrist had half a mind to try to stop him, but Pulse watched, with a steady, easy stare. He inhaled deeply, and purple ooze started to seep out of his maw.

Hrist's brow furrowed, confused- right up until the beast oozed out a thick gas that clung to Gunter's skin and burned even as he slammed into Pulse's side. It left a deep scratch in his armored flesh, and the two parted hastily. Gunter rolled to the side, flailing and slapping at himself, while Pulse stomped away, trailing that purple gas.

Well- this was what potions were for. Sighing, Hrist stepped up to try to get him to relax, and let them help. Further practice would have to be done on training dummies, they suspected.