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"Watch out, Cale!" Falcon's concern was evident in her voice; but it was too late- Cale was engulfed in flames. Falcon's hand rose to her throat; but she called out anyway.
"Dive out of those flames! Slam her! Do your best!"

(Dice Roll)

Engulfed in flames, Cale tried; but as he came out of the flame, he was too close to do much damage. Still, he spun; sending his weighted tail at the Houndour with what little power he could muster.

2 Damage!

Damage = 2
HP: 8/34

Cale was knocked into the dirt; but raised his head. Falcon let out the breath she had held at the attack; she had been sure it was the end of the battle, but Cale was still fighting!
"You're doing great, Cale! Maintain focus! Use Body Slam!" She knew it couldn't do much damage at such close range; but she didn't think he had the energy to pull of Dragon Breath right now. Her breath held again, she watched him rise in the air and back off a little way; before diving through the air at the Houndour.

(Dice Roll)

She had been right; Cale's attack held very little power. Falcon winced; she was sure they were beaten now. But still... They had both maintained focus throughout and not stopped trying.
Win or lose, she was proud of Cale.

1 Damage!

Damage = 1
HP: 4/34

"Cale, move! Now!" Falcon knew if that bout of flame hit...
Cale didn't even turn to look; just banked sharply to the side, trusting Falcon's words. His tail was caugh in the conflagration, and he let out a small cry; but Falcon could see his eyes narrow. He wasn't giving up. Not yet. Not whilst he could fight.
But he was now too far away to use a physical attack. Falcon crossed her fingers.
"Cale, use Dragon Breath! I believe in you!" The Dragonair took a deep breath at her yell; his draconic energy was weak, but he fuelled it as best he could, and sent a beam at the Houndour with the little power left in him.

(Dice Roll)

The beam was weak; but he was determined to make Falcon proud of him, and mustered up everything he had left; sending it shooting at the Houndour.

2 Damage!

Damage = 2
HP: 3/34

Cale soared over to Falcon; taking his usual place, stretched over his shoulders. At her feet, Falcon's Skitty mewled at the Dragonair; showing her congratulations.
Falcon caressed Cale's head; and he let out a tired rumble of pleasure. She'd have to get him healed up- oh, and buy him treats, many treats.
Falcon heard the other Trainer speak; and simply gazed at her for a moment, before smiling slightly. She still wasn't good with people; but she extended a hand to shake.
"Thank you. You make a good team. I hope we meet again some time."