The good news was that Char had more than just that one arm to be blocking with. Char also had many years of experience butting heads with Vinnie, and happened to be on the same team as two poison-tyes to boot. He'd been an utter moron not to anticipate it, of course, but he'd have to be a blind moron to miss the warning signs once he was in range. He bowed his wing around him as soon as he realized just what Vinnie intended to do, trying to turn away from the inevitable.
It was, sadly, a little too slow to totally shield him. He did avoid getting any Venusaur puke in the open wound on his arm, but not all of him made out quite that lucky. Oh god, the stink of Vinnie was probably never gonna fully wash out of his clothes. Oh god, he'd have to spend forever under the shower trying to get himself clean again, and even just the thought of all that water was making his skin itch...
Oh, no. Wait. That was the ACIDIC VENUSAUR SPEW. Another very obvious downside to using your own wing as a barf umbrella: wings also happened to be made of skin. Skin which was not very poison-friendly. Already, he could feel a horrible nauseous, dizzy feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. He gave his wing a sharp flick, sending the noxious stuff coating his wing spattering to the ground. It was a common rule of thumb that attacks like this were generally a lot less threatening when the user had turned human. Sludge Bomb was the exception to that rule. This was a thousand times worse than just the regular stank-ass ooze oh god.
"Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you?!" Char stepped toward Vinnie, trying to come out with one more Flamethrower before he entered a whole new vomit-saturated level of hell. He still had some time before the poison set in. Enough time, at least, to reduce Duke Hurlington here to a pile of cinders.
...Oh. Maybe he had a little less time than he thought.
Q: What happens when a Pokemon tries to breathe fire and violently empty the contents of its stomach at the same time?
JUST YOU WAIT
It was, sadly, a little too slow to totally shield him. He did avoid getting any Venusaur puke in the open wound on his arm, but not all of him made out quite that lucky. Oh god, the stink of Vinnie was probably never gonna fully wash out of his clothes. Oh god, he'd have to spend forever under the shower trying to get himself clean again, and even just the thought of all that water was making his skin itch...
Oh, no. Wait. That was the ACIDIC VENUSAUR SPEW. Another very obvious downside to using your own wing as a barf umbrella: wings also happened to be made of skin. Skin which was not very poison-friendly. Already, he could feel a horrible nauseous, dizzy feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. He gave his wing a sharp flick, sending the noxious stuff coating his wing spattering to the ground. It was a common rule of thumb that attacks like this were generally a lot less threatening when the user had turned human. Sludge Bomb was the exception to that rule. This was a thousand times worse than just the regular stank-ass ooze oh god.
"Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you?!" Char stepped toward Vinnie, trying to come out with one more Flamethrower before he entered a whole new vomit-saturated level of hell. He still had some time before the poison set in. Enough time, at least, to reduce Duke Hurlington here to a pile of cinders.
...Oh. Maybe he had a little less time than he thought.
Q: What happens when a Pokemon tries to breathe fire and violently empty the contents of its stomach at the same time?
A: THE WORST THING POSSIBLE.