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"Rapid Defense" Ryan said, thrusting his fist in the air. "Yawn!"

A roggenrola's ability to jump, back or up, would probably be minimal. Enough to avoid the damage of the Bulldoze, but not nearly enough to avoid anything else. Rapid Defense was a combination Iron Defense and Rapid Spin technique. Maugrim jumped off away and to the side from Genbu's back as the Tortoise rapidly spun, shining with it's steel defenses again, spiraling quickly to 'drill' the oncoming debris and shooting some back at the opponents. Meanwhile, Maugrim dashed to gain distance, pointing his nose to the air and opening his mouth wide to yawn as he ran between falling debris.

In spite of its sleepy nature, Yawn is a sound-based move and thus travels as such. Or in other words, unless Frate's jump allowed it to move faster than sound, it wouldn't be able to avoid the attack if it hadn't stopped Maugrim from actually using it.

"Taunt," Ryan said again, seeing that no pokemon was on the offensive. In the time it took for even one Harden or Minimize to occur, Maugrim would howl again, right in the middle of their attacks.

"Keep up the rapid defense," Ryan said, and the top-like turtle continued, spiralling around quickly to slam into the opponents a split second later.

((I thought that since you're just making up how attacks work (like Night Shade) then I can too. It's cool, whatever.))

Smog wasn't necessarily a problem for the volcano dwelling Pokemon, who exhausted smoke almost constantly. Besides the fact that he was spinning at a rapid rate (which would be difficult for Melty to keep up with), he spun to a stop several feet away from Frate. He braced himself, still (if Melty stayed) exhausting the Smog through the pores in his shell, the coals from inside the shell churning rapidly, the start of a heavily controled Rock Tomb. Combined with the heat from inside his shell, continually crushing at Melty as though the pokemon were in a pressure cooker filled with jagged rocks.

Of course, this wasn't a fire attack, just heat pressurized - that is to say, if Melty stuck with him as he traveled around.

"Scary Face," Ryan said, keeping Maugrim moving, but not quite going on the offensive after the Ghost pokemon did that. Maugrim growled, activating Scary Face on Frate to keep the slower pokemon as stationary as possible.

((Apostrophes make links look so bad. AND WHERE DID THESE PAGES COME FROM and hello green man))

((Hello, uh, red-shirt guy.))

((I don't like petty battles where people don't understand things. Mostly because I hate explaining things in gross detail.))

An internal attack, that is to say, one that entered the body by such a means wouldn't require any sort of spreading by the pokemon. When one moved their body they essentially put it into overdrive. This was the reason, for example, that with exercise you increased your body heat, enabling things such as fending off the cold. It is also the reason that one must remain calm and, if possible, still when they are bit by something poisonous. With excessive movement, the body picks up how it acts, namely the blood. In other words, Torkoal, who had not dodged the Smog attack, (or he wouldn't have been able to expel it), would have the smog push through him. With the rapid movements of the rapid spin that he maintained until he became stationary, even if Melty had only utilized a small bit of Smog, Torkoal would inevitably find himself having spread the poison on his own.

In other words, it wasn't anything like god modding, it was the direct result of relying on excessive movement. In short(because you already expressed taking the hit), at the very least the Smog had moved through the body and had time to sit within the body until Torkoal himself had stopped moving to expel it. The end result was, because the attack was internal, the most likely result was Torkoal being poisoned. If he wasn't, from having poison sitting directly in his body for that long, it would be a miracle of God.

(if you want an experiment, go get bit by a black widow. Anywhere. If you don't want to test just blood, swallow one without chewing, or inhale one, let it bite your lungs. The end result will be, 100/100 times, that you will be poisoned because the poison has entered your body. Logically, that is how poison works. Once it gets inside, it is damaging you, and you are poisoned. The poison move being used internally meant that the status was being directly administered, not that it relied on the chance(chance of poisoning) to enter your body to poison you.)

((To make that short and sweet. Your previous post indicated that you had already taken the move. Because of the way in which it was utilized, the poison status effect would be the logical outcome. If you have a problem with the logic, you're free to dispute it. Or, if you're that upset by it, you can ignore the condition and continue to battle. I don't mind, I'd rather you understand and, more importantly than understand, not be upset.))

Now that Poochyena was burned, it was over. Henrietta had assumed that the internal smog would poison Torkoal, now that Poochyena was burned it was not a 'can I win', but 'how long until they succumb to their injuries?' The short and sweet of it was, she had already won.

"Dodge it."

There was nothing to declare it, and officially it wasn't true. Still, if all she had to do was avoid the enemy until they defeated themselves simply by not being tucked away in their Pokeballs or being healed, she was confident. The Rock Tomb came and Melty, who was small, would simply find a place to hide within the cracks.

"Send it back."

Frate, meanwhile, jumped out of the way. Smog would seep through the cracks of the rocks before exploding with the ignition of the smog, one of Melty's special techniques. Ignite.

One side of the rocks exploded toward Torkoal and Frate would lunge to kick them, increasing their power to increase the power of Rock Blast, suping up the attack for if it hit Torkoal.

((My apologies sir.))

Henrietta looked at Ryan when he recalled his Pokemon. She was confused, the battle was over? That was the end of it? It wasn't as if she lacked control over them during a battle, if one looked at her, it was more like she accepted the b*****d side of them when she lost herself in the conflict. It was assumed among trainers that didn't know any better that pokemon centers were magical healing devices and even if you blew someone's lung open, the machines could heal them.

Henrietta was one of those naive sorts.

"H-hum?" She looked at Ryan as all of the excitedness of the battle melted away, leaving her timidness to settle back in. She shook her head at his words, she needed to learn it. She had to. After her battle with Jeffery, which had ended in a lot of blood and Eunmi saving the day, her confrontation(both) with Gorm, the crazy nurse and whoever had attacked her in the train yard, she -needed- to learn how to fight.

"I-it's not an option," she said, though, to avoid long winded explanations for a guy she didn't know.

"B-b-but th-thank you."