Eventually she managed to get the upper hand, sending the Machoke down to the ground under her, letting her pin him down even as he moved to try and throw her off.
The Machoke's grin didn't vanish, even as one of her fists got past his guard and slammed directly into his face, with a crunch as his nose buckled underneath it. It would take a good number more of those to put him out, but with her advantaged position she'd have the ability to pull it off.
As the blows rained down, the Machoke's struggles got weaker and weaker, until he eventually lay under her, completely out cold. The referee stepped forwards "Machoke is unable to battle! Camerupt wins!"
She satbdown as he let him tend to her, the scrapes and cuts were shallow, likely from breaking the hard armor of her defensive layers. Most of her damage seemed to be bruiding, red marks that were already turning colors also.
As he pressed on the bruises, she kept her lips shut, the only sign she felt any discomfort at all was that she closed an eye, her muscles tensing faintly.
He immediately pulled his hand back, biting his lip as she tensed "Charlotte, if it hurts I'll stop..." He murmured softly, even as he heard a call from the Gym Leader, who was stepping across with a Badge in his hands.
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