AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAH!!


===Stipulations===

STAB-less tournament! No offensive moves of your type allowed!
No DQ
1 on 1 for round 1

===Battlers===


===Round 2===

The methodology for Cursader now was to hit hard and hit often. Pamswert was no match for this in theory, as the crimson fighter landed a pained blow against his right forearm. The stinging sensation ran though his body for a moment, and then seemed to trigger something in his mind. Pam opened is mouth, and let out a big ol' gust of air.

Really, he yawned? Really?! Crusader seemed a bit miffed, he knew that attack had to hurt! (-2)

Cru: -3E Drw ~~ Pam: -4E/-8H

Can't believe that. Crusader snapped his pincers together very loud, and shook his head. That cocky mudskippermutation! We'll he'll have the last laugh. Jumping back and forth, Crusader made sure that nothing would get the jump on him. Nothing!

Except...maybe sleep. The hyper bug slowed down drastically, and found himself barely staying awake, as Pamswert seemed to cure itself of that relative sickness it got wind of a few moments back.

Cru: -3E +2Spd ~~ Pam: -4E No Tox

Down and out is Crusader. Just when it looked as if he was going to do something big too. But, we'll leave that for Pamswert. The methodical fighter lumbered forward and took the time to raise both hands over his head. He stayed in that position for a good minute, just staring down at the sleeping Scizor.

Reaching a pinnacle of focus, he flung his fists down, hammering Crusader with a nasty punch that seemed to bend his wingframe into an unnatural position. Crusader splayed out, and twitched...but managed to stay unconscious...

Pretty sure he's gonna come to REAL soon.

Cru: Slp/-15H ~~ Pam: -10E


===End Stats===


Oslo

Note: None for now