VALORANT: GO!

It's Time to D-D-D-D-D-DUEL!

"Alright! Who's up next!"
"Us! Here!"
"Oiy! Mate- watch'it!"
          Jett dragged Phoenix up to the front with her, taking him by the hand, his look of uncertainty said it all. He'd went from ready to face the Professor, no sweat, to looking nervous to embarrass himself. Poor guy, Jett's Froakie looked incredible at outwitting even her earlier, Gekko wondered how Phoenix would step up to the plate-

"C'mon pretty boy~ Scared you gonna lose?"
"A'ight mate, that's where I draw the line, joke's over!"
          There was that cocky smile and ambitious attitude, the fire was only dimming, but it roared once more, coals in the firepit. His dreads lit up as he released his torchic, Gekko had seen it earlier, its reflexes didn't seem half bad, he thought.

"Hmm~ Whatever"
          Jett undermined her counterparts sudden burst of ego, releasing her own Pokemon in tandem with his, her Froakie nonchalantly appearing on the battlefield, seemingly unamused. Phoenix's ego couldn't take its apathy, he readied himself for the fight, despite the obvious disadvantage - water vs. fire.

"Let the battle, begin!"
"Torchic- quick attack!"
"Froakie substitute!"
"Tor...!"
          Phoenix's Torchic charged straight at Jett's Froakie, a very brash opening to the battle, marching right into enemy territory. Froakie yawned, unphased by the opponent's rush.

"-Chic!"
*Fwm~*
"...huh?"
          Nobody even saw it move, Torchic was inches from slamming into Froakie when it was suddenly replaced with a log, leaving Torchic with a mild concussion.

"...chic... Torchic..."
"A'ight... where is he..."
          Jett smiled, realizing where her Froakie was, readying their ambush

"Froakie, Pound!"
"Froak"
          Froakie pushed off of the ceiling, ambushing the dazed Torchic from above, Phoenix didn't realize until it was too late-

*BMMM*
"Torchic!"
"A critical hit!"
"...chic..."
          Jett's Froakie slammed the Torchic headfirst into the ground, the floor shaking following the impact. The professor classified that as a critical hit, must've been why Torchic was still dazed and barely standing, Jett thought, readying their finishing blow.

"That's it! Torchic! Ember!"
"Tor... Tor-Chic!"
"Froakie use-!"
"Froak"
*PFFT-PSHHHHHHHHHhhhh*
           Jett's Froakie acted before she could finish, water gunning through the Torchic's flames, landing another direct hit on the fire type.

"A super effective hit! And! And! Torchic is unable to battle - The winner is Jett!"
"Man, this was rigged..."
          Jett didn't spare any time for backtalk, she looked at her Pokemon, it was victorious, but she wasn't. She wondered if any of her commands went through its mind at all, maybe they did, maybe they didn't - but he definitely finished it off without her. She felt undermined, it didn't listen to her, wasn't that the whole point of these battles? To test the trainer, not the Pokemon? Jett put her mind off of it, recalling her Froakie to its ball - Phoenix did the same with Torchic, mumbling about the undeserved loss. Professor Cherry Blossom noticed his whining; she promptly approached him to explain the reason behind his defeat

"You see, Pokemon and their moves have different types that specialize against one another, it just so happens that Froakie is a water type and Torchic is a fire type. So of course you were disadvantaged, alongside the fact that the knockout was done by 'water gun' a water type move-"
"Yeah, I get it! I get it! Just call the next match yeah?"
          Tension seemed high on both trainers after the match, despite a decisive victory, they both looked a little defeated, Phoenix was understandable, Jett, not so much. The professor cleared her throat, calling up the next match.

"That's what I like to see ladies! *Ahem* Let's have another set of rivals why don't we?"
"Excuse moi-"
          Chamber pushed through the front of the crowd, taking his side of the floor. He held his Pokeball eloquently, an arm behind his back.