Duel amidst the autumn leaves.

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One last place to find the answers, one place where he can put his cursed thoughts to rest. Before crossing into the Fallen Leaf Copse, Yigo took a glance from the outside of the mystery dungeon. The waters surrounding the island appeared to be in serenity in contrast to the troubled mind of the wanderer. Seeing leaves fall and stay perfectly still without any currents dragging them along until the wind sent them into the shore was a moment of introspection.

He lied on the edge of the body of water and took a glance at the Sandslash reflected on the surface. The last time he had entered this dungeon, he had been following someone he barely knew in the hopes that she'd get to like him. What did he end up within this adventure? By the time they were out, Yigo was badly bruised and with a scar on his snout that only went away after evolving. But he also found someone that could share that burden with him, someone that he profoundly missed and from which he only had the scarf she gifted to him on that day.

In the reflection, he could see himself wearing the Trap Scarf, worn out from the use. Full of holes and stitches, and somewhat dusty. He had refused to wash it in the past, trying to preserve her scent, but as the months came and went he has already forgotten. He can't tell anymore how she smelled. This was the time, the time to let it all go and return the scarf to where it belongs. Time to bury the past.

Wearing the Trap Scarf around his neck on what Yigo believes will be his last adventure with the item, he sets forth. With his mind ready for the journey, he set foot on the blocky, rocky platforms that gave access into the island of perpetual autumn.

"Rollout snowballed quicker than expected, Not half bad" Deimos murmured after the witnessing the failure of the pillar to support the lad's growing weight. Misjudging the strength of the lad's growing move came somewhat as a surprise, but any negative impression was erased with a quick shake of the head. Time to pick out a different approach then.

Due to lacking any experience with rolling as an offensive technique, the original intent to help Develop the kids stance and direct combat had gone out of the window. "Since that's how it is, guess i can get a little more serious." Deimos remarked, before raising his head to the sky and letting out a guttural howl. Everyone lived underground so a bit of cool air can't hurt them, right?

As the growing, rolling sphere of a boy came charging over, cold wings began circulating throughout the area, swiftly turning into a monstrous storm of snow, frost and deadly ice. Having admittedly been somewhat lost in the moment, it only occured after he was completely hidden within the storm that it had grown far more fierce than usual, supported by the lingering power in his throat. Super Luck struck again, with Blizzard of all moves.

Undeniably somewhat worried for the lad after realizing the greater force of the move that had gone beyond his control he then remembered that there was a rolling Sandslash on the way. Turning and running off to the left within the storm, his figure vanished amidst the thick snowstorm, just waiting to strike from within. Super Luck wasn't in his control so all he could do was make the best of the situation at hand.


[SL roll: 20...... RNG STOP TRYING TO KILL YIGO PLEASE]