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Pokemon/Digimon Battles!

Battle Two: Mimi vs. Misty!

“Tai! Oh, Tai!” Mimi wailed. News of Tai’s defeat had reached the Digimon camp fast. They were all mourning the loss of their leader, as their rage toward the pokemon section grew.

Izzy stepped over to Mimi and gave her a comforting hug. Mimi sobbed into Izzy’s chest, repeating Tai’s name over and over again.

“Don’t worry, Mimi. You’ll avenge Tai, right?” Izzy asked her, looking down at her. Mimi looked up and nodded her head.

“Yeah, I will,” Mimi muttered, determination edging into her voice. “I’ll beat Misty for Tai.”

Meanwhile, Ash-tachi was in their part of the camp, tending to the scratches on Ash’s legs. The entire pokemon posse was there: Brock, Tracey, Misty, Jessie, James, Richie, Jenny, Joy, and of course Pikachu.

“Geez, who knew that dude had such hard hair?” Ash said half-heartedly, wincing despite himself, as Brock tended to scratched up legs.

“Well, the gel fragments in your legs tell the story,” Brock said as he used the surgical tweezers pulling out the semi-hardened globs. “Let’s just hope there’s no infection.”

Misty was busy doing some stretches, preparing herself for the fight.

“There is no way, I’m going down to that prissy little girl.” She said to herself.

After an hours time, the two combatants met in the same abandoned building, on the first floor. Tai’s body had been taken out, and so had the large pieces of rubble. Misty and Mimi came from the opposite ends of the building.

Misty was dressed as she usually was, the yellow tank top, short shorts, red suspenders, and high top sneakers. Added to this was a pair of fighting gloves, elbow and kneepads.

Mimi was dressed in full boxing attire: loose white-t-shirt, knee long boxing shorts, calf length boots, large boxing gloves, along with a boxing helmet that kept her hair out of her face.

Mimi stepped into the middle of the room, and slammed her gloves together, as hard as she could.

“Ow,” she whined as she shook her hands, trying to rid them of the stinging.

Misty started to giggle at this.

Mimi looked up at her laughing opponent and began to get angry. She ran towards Misty with such surprising speed, Misty didn’t know what happened.

Throwing a punch that originated from her ankles, Mimi threw a fierce right handed haymaker, that squarely connected with Misty’s chin. The taller girl almost flew back, stars clouding her vision.

Pressing the advantage, Mimi assumed a fighting stance, and began to fiercely jab her stunned opponents body. Misty tried to put up some sort of defense, but she was too stunned.

Mimi lashed out her leg, and smashed it into the back of Misty’s knee, causing the orange-haired girl to fall on to one knee. Then Mimi kicked her hard in her face.

Misty’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, her head whipping back. An arch of blood erupted from her mouth as she fell backwards.

Mimi looked down at the girl on the ground, struggling to get up. Then she looked at her hands.

“I did it! I DID IT!” she screamed in triumph. She started to dance around Misty, her hand raised in victory.

Misty slowly snapped back from the semi-unconscious state she was in. As her vision cleared, she noticed the celebrating girl prancing around her.

Without a second thought, she grabbed Mimi’s foot, and yanked her down. Mimi cried out in surprise, but then slammed hard on the ground, her face connecting hard on the concrete floors.

Misty got up, and looked down at her in disdain. “C’mon and get up!”

Fighting back tears, Mimi slowly and warily got up to her feet, using the back of her hand to touch her chin. As she suspected, she was bleeding rather profusely.

Misty also touched her sore jaw, and rage boiled up in her as the pain made her hiss.

Misty’s left fist connected squarely with Mimi’s gut, the power of the punch actually lifting her off of her feet. The breath was knocked out of Mimi and she couldn’t even cry out in pain.

Misty withdrew her fist and watched in satisfaction as Mimi slid to her knees, clutching at her stomach, gasping for air.

Mimi was hyperventilating, trying to get some precious air in her lungs, but her body wasn’t responding. Tears slipped out of her eyes, as the pain coursed through her abdomen.

Misty wasn’t done with her yet. She brutally kicked Mimi in her face, knocking out two teeth.

“Yeah, are you so eager now?” Misty asked her, as she grabbed the front of her shirt and held her close to her face. Mimi was now sobbing, although they were quiet. She still hadn’t regained her breath.

Her survival instinct’s kicked in, and she punched at Misty’s sore jaw, evoking a shrill cry from the girl.

Without missing a beat, Mimi smashed her head hard into Misty’s face. Misty let go of Mimi and stumbled back, holding back tears, and shaking her head.

Mimi got up and took a few deep gulps. Her stomach was getting better. She went over to Misty and threw a vicious uppercut. If it connected, the fight would be over.

Misty blocked the punch in time, and grabbed Mimi.

“You like head butts so much, try this for size!” Misty shouted, and then drove her forehead into Mimi’s mouth, breaking her jaw.

Mimi stumbled back and landed on the ground, knocked out. Misty grabbed at her forehead, a nasty headache starting to form. Misty rested for a while and then looked at Mimi who was bawling her eyes out and clutching at her shattered face.

Misty rubbed her head once and then crawled over to Mimi. Misty then punched Mimi as hard as she could in her knee. As Mimi bent over in pain, Misty reached up with both hands and snapped her neck like a dry twig.

Mimi’s eyes rolled into the back of her head for the last time, as she uttered the death rattle. Misty got up, and started towards the exit.

“Man, I am not even going to look at that dumb duck today,” Misty muttered, clutching her sore head.

Well folks, that’s that! You have spoken on the Mimi/ Misty battle, and I have delivered! Next battle, up between… Brock and Matt!