The Lost City of Sobek
Rising to a higher level to meet this threat, Rhyperbeam stands proudly on his hind legs with clenched arms and spinning drill, and with your blessings in orders he lunges. The enemy Machamp is surprised long enough for the newly evolved Drill Pokémon to drive in his Poison Jab, and though the four-armed fighter tries to push the assault away the momentum of Rhyperbeam and his elongated, tainted weapon renders these efforts futile. For the second time in this exchange Machamp crashes to the floor, revealing a sizeable rupture where Rhyperbeam's last move landed. A sickening lurch goes through you subconsciously as you notice that while no blood or tissue of any sort appears to be flowing, there's a hint of off-white that suspiciously looks like bone, but as you think this Machamp scoops up some of the sand around it with two arms; the other two supporting itself as it flings the material at your Rhydon in a makeshift Mud-Slap.
Growling at the unwelcome sensation in his eyes, Rhyperbeam shakes his head violently as a couple tears drop from the irritation, yet almost immediately afterwards he performs a three-point jump and landing onto Machamp, Body Slamming the life out of him. You briefly wonder how is it that Rhyperbeam could aim so quickly after being temporarily blinded, and it's a few seconds later when you realise that Machamp's ability must have been No Guard, noting an environment where attacks have guaranteed probabilities of hitting in exchange for an inability to rely on evasiveness. Your thoughts are quickly disrupted, however, as Machamp lifts Rhyperbeam and slams him to the ground in an exactment of Revenge, before it cringes and collapses with its arms supporting its bulk; the sudden impact of Rhyperbeam crashing onto its body must have resulted in a spell of paralysis for Machamp. Seizing this chance, Rhyperbeam slams his Arm onto Machamp's back like a Hammer, causing the Fighting-type to crumble to the sand with a grunt. Shifting backwards Rhyperbeam grins from his handiwork, clutching his tired limb from the exertion, but a few moments later Machamp painstakingly picks itself up, straining distinctly in the process, and ends up glaring squarely at the pair of you. Looks like this isn't quite over yet...