Species: Frightmare
Size: L
Diet: Carnivore/Animavore
Element: Dark
Level: 85
AP: 95
Offense: 93
Defense: 87
Precision: 94
Endurance: 95
Speed: 91
Fame: 90
Battle Traits:
Personal - Earthquake Stomp, Forceful Barrage, Life Drain, and Lurking Shadows
Racial - Damaging Strike, Flame Resistant, Poison Immunity
Being a respected pet battler has its ups and downs. One of the ups? Being invited to official "beta battles," possibly to determine the outcome of the rules for pet battles as we knew them. One of the downs, however, was the sorts of partnerships they coerced you into.
The Frightmare they were having me work with wasn't exactly my thing. She was clearly a proud one, unwilling to be beaten and unwilling to give up under any circumstances. These fights were allowed to get a little rough, and I could see this girl was raring to give it her all.
I retreated up to the command pillar while my temporary Frightmare moved out into the field. Her strong legs tensed, and her hooves pawed the ground. "Mistress Imogene! Don't hold back in your commands!" she said roughly.
I winced a little. Good thing this would be over soon. Hopefully, I'd at least get to see a good battle out of it.