John vs. Fel. Nobody posts here but teamchaotex and Werebob.
Commence.

Fel appears in a strange place. The paper she was just holding appeared to be missing. She looked around, but failed to see anyone.

After a few minutes of wandering around in this place she called out, "Hello is there anyone here?"

Finding no answer aside from her own echoes she sat down, hoping someone would be along soon.

John was bowled over backwards and pinned down by a Grunt of the opposing army. Turning his head away to avoid the creature's fetid breath, he blasted a small cylinder of flame right where its head was now not. Whipping the carcass off with a gust of wind, he got up to see the enemy army retreating. Sending a small column of flame after them, he returned home triumphant.

When he got to HQ, a scribe ran up.
"There is a message for you, sir. It's been screened, and it appears to have some sort of dimensional transporter. It is aligned to an arena; beyond that we cannot tel much. We would have disposed of it, but we know how you said not to, so here it is."
"Thank you, Esteban."
Retreating to his room, John closed the door and opened the message. It appeared to be an invitation to a battle tourney of sorts, and the "dimensional transporter" was a button to push. Eager, as always, for a challenge, John took up his battle-axe, strapped on his armor, loaded his dual pistols, flicking the safety catch off, folded up his sniper rifle, placing it into the wrist-slot of his left glove, and strapped on his element-augmenting belt. Inserting his mini-taser/tranquilizer into the wrist-slot of his other glove, he picked up the parchment and pushed the button.

Instantly John was teleported into a strange location resembling an arena. Noticing the disappearance of the scroll, he looked around, taking stock of his surroundings. He saw a delicate-seeming specimen of the female gender sitting down on the other side of the makeshift arena. Walking over to her, he proffered his hand (encasing it with a simple wind-charm to protect against dirty tricks), saying, "Hi. I'm John MacAulay. I just got teleported here by some scroll, and now here I am. Do you happen to know any more about this than I do? Oh, and, what's your name?

"Oh my! Are you a human, I've never seen a real one before?" Fel starts. "Wait I heard about humans and their capture-ma-jiggers. What did you do to me!"

Fel jumps to her feet quickly, readying herself for any nasty tricks.

OOC: Is she a pokemon or something? Ouch, that messes up my whole conception of this battle...

OoC: yep maybe you should have read Fel's bio, I read yours.

OOC: I did. Twice. And nowhere did it say she was a Pokemon. BTW what kind?


oh, combustion = combusken... LOL sorry...

OoC: It should say that she is a Sneasel, Marx the combusken was her partner.

OOC:Blarg. Okay. Well, it doesn't, but here goes.
The girl jumped up, and now that she was fully visible John could see that she was indeed nonhuman. She seemed to be a sort of giant weasel, with spikes on her head that explained why he had thought she was a Native American.
"Capture thing-a-ma-jiggys? What capture thing-a-ma-jiggys? And who or what are you?" responded John, in shock.