Insectophobe

Haven't done a Messus Runners piece in awhile (sry guys ._||). 

Import Link: Valentine 727
Creature You're Battling: PinchyPollie
1st Turn Skill/Potion: Slam
2nd Turn Skill/Potion: Slam
3rd Turn Skill/Potion: Slam
Permission to Revive: Yes
Bonuses: -

STORY

            It had been a particularly slow month for Valentine. All the illegal brawlers in the city of Messus appear to have unanimously decided to declare this month an off-season to rest and lick their wounds. It wasn’t out of nowhere; the daily bouts of battling and wrestling could really take a toll on one’s body, and a resting period was necessary. Valentine didn’t want to rest though. She wanted to fight. Spending months slumming it out in the brothel with no action whatsoever was driving her balls to the wall crazy.  Not only that, she wanted her second source of income back, too.  Sure, seducing the fellow brothel visitor could make her some coin here and there, but her real source of income came from those fights she’d have with other ketucari. For some reason, the lowlifes of Messus really loved to throw down money to watch two beasts duke it out down in a dark dank basement in an abandoned old building somewhere.  

            Anyway, Valentine decided she’d spent quite enough days counting her fur strands to pass the time. She decided to take matters into her hands; which was why she was currently standing in a fenced ring set up inside a dilapidated warehouse, staring down her brawl opponent, with the vicious cheers and screams of a small crowd echoing around her. This time, though, her opponent was no ketucari, it was a pinchypollie. No, not the tiny ones that live to annoy you and get smashed into little pieces with sticks. The one standing before her was huge, thrashing about violently and held down by thick strong ropes. It was a truly a specimen to behold.

    This particular beast came to Valentine’s knowledge as a rumor, told to her by a patron of the brothel. A great king Pinchypollie! ‘Saw it hiding out in the abandoned junkyard just outside the city, was what he said, only less coherent and with booze expelling from his mouth because he was drunk and hopeless. Valentine was, shockingly, very skeptical of his tale until she travelled there and saw the magnificent creature for herself. That’s when the lightbulb went of in her head.

    It had taken Valentine, another ketucari, three akadri helpers, and way too much bribe money to capture it and corral it into the warehouse. It took another week to get the word out. Now, the much-anticipated battle was finally about to begin.

    The Pinchypollie was released, the ropes restraining it falling uselessly to the ground. The beast gave a chilling screech, and its alien unblinking eyes laser-focused on the albino ketucari. The crowd was really getting amped up now, and Valentine relished in the familiar and welcomed feeling of adrenaline pumping through her veins. She’s seen the betting odds; they think she’s going to lose, but that’s just riled her up even more. A feral grin spread across Valentine’s face as the Pinchypollie barreled right towards her with tremendous speed. No matter what happens, she knew her spiel of boredom was finally about to be over, and she couldn’t have been happier for it.