James
Anonymous wasn't exactly going to just let the rat run and hide, the entire *Point* Was that she didn't want him to be able to pull it out. Perhaps she should've realized it wouldn't work. His body was too small for him to not have to pull it out. 

Such a theory was confirmed when he scurried away. She tried to trace him, but he was still too quick, lots of cover provided for him to take advantage of. She could follow the general direction but... That's where she lost him. Even so, she couldn't let him rest, so she moved through the trees with loud stomps and heavy breaths. The sand shifted over her skin smoothly as she continuously turned her head up and down, right and left, all the way around.

*There.* A speck of blood on a tree trunk. He must have run up there. She walked near it, staring up at the leaves. She couldn't really see through them well... Was that a hint of purple? She wasn't sure where to aim, so she just aimed at the entire thing.

Her arm lifted, Sylvia's snout pointed up at the top of the tree trunk where someone might be hiding, glaring eyes accentuated by powerful, seasoned stance. And suddenly like an explosion, two large clumps of seeds **Blasted** Right out of Sylvia's nostrils, shooting them out recklessly into the tree, tearing through leaves and branches and piercing the bark. Her elbow shot backward from the force, but her eyes remained fixed on the tree, trying to see the Rodent's reaction to her attack. Jump out of the tree? Leap out at her? She'd be ready for it.

```Anonymous used Seed Bomb!```
Shelly
*Fuck.* Fuck. *It's this postmodern brutalist style of attack that really irked Reaper. He spared her a few glances from behind the trunk every so often- those peeking motions likely assisted in spotting him.*

*Hand over the leaf, he felt a little blood gush from it and held a bloodied paw in front of his face.* Ow. *Blood. Blood trail. She's trying to track him down. She doesn't want him sneaking away.* But that's fine. That's fine. She's overestimating how much endurance you have left. She's scared.

*Reaper's blood was rinsed away by the battering sands, the forest turning into a quasi-dunes for the time being. Sand layered the grass... He'd leave an easier trail now, too.* Hm.

*He took a deep breath and lowered his head as-* POW! *- the tree trunk above him blasted into a flurry of shrapnel. His heart skipped a beat, but not for long.*

*Reaper used `Quick Attack`!*

*He darted down from the tree in an instant, landing in the dirt for only a split second before spiraling around Anonymous again. Keep it up... Her endurance is wearing thin.* It'll end in a draw. You'll evade her with tricky movement, strike, then you'll fell each other with a blow. That's how it'll go. *But he needs to land another strike first.*

Yomi. *The art of mind games, especially in a fight. Stopping dead center-forwards of Anonymous, Reaper lunged forth, between her feet.*

She's thinking I'll either go behind again and she'll flip her attack around, or she knows I know this, and will aim straight forward- catching me as I try to psyche her out.

To catch her, don't do either. Simply... Just... *And thus, instead of mixing up which side he was attacking on, Reaper instead tried to pause between her legs for a breather and hoped she'd be psyched out enough to try and attack.*
James
Damn scoundrel! Sure enough, he was as sneaky as predicted. She caught a glimpse of him running down the tree, without the flag pinned to him at that, damn. While Reaper ran toward her she brought her left hand to her face, letting out another distinctive whistle, but it was different from before, as if she were communicating with something invisible. 

The rat dashed toward her. Even though Reaper was faster, Anonymous was still decently quick on her feet. The rodent was probably going to go to run around her again. He wouldn't jump from the back again, that'd be stupid, but he would probably circle her several times so she lost track of her. Don't let him start the cycle, cut the stem before the flower could bloom. She moved her right hand behind her back when he dashed between her legs, and almost immediately another loud **CRACK!** Roared from her arm.

A barrage of seeds rocketed into the earth, loudly hitting the ground no time later. Of course, Reaper was between her legs, and she didn't know that. She didn't even turn to look behind her when she fired, a little too confident in her maneuver for her own good. Although it's not like she could stay in one place after an attack that left her open. Rather, she used the momentum from the attack's blowback to spin, lifting one foot while planting the other, continuing to spin in a shroud of sand that clouded her practiced form. The maneuver repeated a couple of times until she was several feet away from where she stood, all a swift motion that left her staring at the remnants of what she hoped was Reaper. Whether or not he was actually there was another question entirely, but she was ready. 

```Anonymous Used Seed Bomb! But it missed!```
Shelly
*And there it was. She knew she couldn't risk it. So she played it safe. A moving attack. A'too'bad she wasn't expecting him to be down.*

*There was a good reason Reaper didn't stand by the base of a creature very often- movements were erratic, unpredictable, and a'many 'mon could do more damage by accidentally trampling him instead of landing an intended blow.*

*Still, Reaper managed to move unscathed this time. He moved at a natural pace, hopping side to side between her spinning steps as the cyclone of sand surrounded her. Every shot of the Sandaconda made him shutter, but he held his voice and kept quiet beneath. In the eye of the storm, he wasn't subject to most of the twirling sands, and soon she'd find herself having missed the rat entirely.*

*Then, from below...*

*Reaper used `Wide Slash`! The needle swung in a wide arc, tracing a line of energy from out around her ankles once she stopped moving. He rose to two feet again, aiming to prance around her feet for a bit to make her next attack difficult to land.*

Sandstorm... Seed Bomb... Some punch move... And a fourth unknown. *If she had an area-denial attack, she would have used it instead.* One move at a time. *That's the limit most Pokémon had. He couldn't attack and flee at the same time, so instead, he held his needle defensively and upwards, threatening to pierce her foot if she just stomped him.*
James
Anonymous's eyes widened upon realizing that Reaper wasn't across from her. Her attack had missed. Before her head could move to search for the rat, her ankle suddenly gave out from under her, a slash to it causing the leg to fall and buckle, water oozing out slowly. "**Ggnnrk-!**" She painfully moaned in response. Her head fell and she managed to see the rat standing just between her legs, one fallen and one bent. 

Reaper's defensive maneuver was smart, but he underestimated Anon's intensity and grit. Her edginess as one could say. ||She saw the needle pointed at her||, but she did not hesitate in her attack. Her right arm pulled back and launched forward, fist aiming to crush that tiny rat into the ground. ||It was powerful and unrelenting, pushing right on through the needle that the rat defended himself with. It impaled her, but thanks to its small size it didn't stop her fist, not for a second. She pushed her hand right onto it, piercing her insides bit by bit until it went all the way through and poked out of her wrist, drenched in the water kept inside her body.|| Her fist rocketed to the earth, aiming to smash the small body into the ground, right on his back. She let out a fierce, "**RrraAAGH-!" As she attacked, adrenaline pushing her through the pain as she tried to crush the rodent with a punch that stole his energy.



```Anonymous Used Drain Punch!```
Shelly
Right. Smash. *It would have been easy to avoid this if he hadn't been so thoroughly gutted earlier. His feet melded down in the sand as Reaper lowered his frame, shuttering at the sheer relentlessness Anin had in skewering herself. Not that he hadn't seen that kind of boldness before, but from her...*

*He, of course, was such a small target, and so nimble. Anyone who's tried to chase a rabbit or slap a fly will sympathize with the difficulty of landing that blow.*

*He ducked to the side, a vanilla evasive movement, but his tail lagged behind, and instead he felt it crumple beneath her fist as she pinned him in place. He attempted to run, at first, but nearly tripped as his tail held him back from under her fist.*

"*SQUEAK!*" *He whimpered and staggered in place, looking back at her fist, her head lurched above, and the needle embedded within. It took him a second to process where everything was, but after he did, he chuckled and stumbled towards her arm.*

*He turned his head, looking to the water-esque blood pouring from her wrist, and lapped at it.* Eugh. Doesn't taste like water at all... Not refreshing. *He spat the blood back out and, with his little hands, reached to the embedded needle's handle.*

*The 'blade' started to alight with the energy of a move, Reaper preparing an attack from within. He couldn't move, though his pinned tail assured that- he had to make this count.*

"Final round."


*Reaper used `Wide Slash`!!!*