The Ampharos dusted himself off, pulling himself to his feet effortlessly, his lithe muscles moving visibly underneath his short fur. With a flick of his humanoid paws, he brushed the icy powder off of his shoulders before sauntering back to the group, his cool demeanor not cracking in the slightest.
"Never a dull moment with you, huh, Fairy?" The horned canine sneered, her lips curling with obvious mischief and malicious intent.
Kyoya remained silent, but his slate gaze locked on each of them again slowly, his cold expression revealing nothing.
"I have to say that this is the most fun I've had in weeks. Never thought surrounding myself with powerful, attractive males would be the answer but hey, a girl can't complain."
The Ampharos crossed his arms, one paw pushing the delicate lenses up the bridge of his nose in a sophisticated manner as the female padded up to him.
"Curious..." she muttered, her fierce eyes staring into the reflective lenses adorning his face. "My trainer has a pair just like those. But he hated wearing them. Only pulled them out when we worked late and his eyes were tired."
Kyoya laughed softly, a mono-syllabic utterance before returning her gaze.
She is intriguing...though she just revealed an important aspect of her life, and to complete strangers, nonetheless. But with her obvious tactical expertise, I will assume that she had every intention of allowing us to know that much...From her performance in battle, it is obvious that she did not come across those skills on her own.
"They...can be a nuisance to wear sometimes." He said quietly, his sharp gaze cold and unyielding.
Based on her skillset, she must have been trained by a dark type specialist.
And her impish behavior...suggests that she may have even been involved with the mafia...they're the only ones who really like to hone this kind of...personality.
He grinned subtly as she shrugged at his rather purposefully dull response, her attentions turning to a sulking Plague.
"Do I even want his story?" she asked, her head tilting coyly.
The Ampharos gaze bore into the now-masked Umbreon.
"Later, perhaps. Trading stories is probably not the safest way to spend this reprieve."
Plague hissed angrily as he limped to his feet in a hurry after the collision, the ice ball sending shards of ice rocketing in every direction. The Umbreon had the luck of getting hit with a thin and somewhat stubby shard that had embedded itself in his shoulder. Plague bit at the small wound, managing to pull the majority of the shard out of his arm, just as the group began to congregate again.
Plague listened quietly to the conversation, nervously looking about the perimeter before a familiar voice broke him away.
"Where is your place, anyway? I'm assuming somewhere not caught in this wreckage."
His ears jumped up, his fur beginning to bristle as he slowly turned around.
It's that fucking bastard! He's still alive!...
“Lead on, Ma’am,” the Houndoom said in a mannerly fashion, which the Umbreon promptly ignored as he stalked closer, glaring holes through the Swellow.
"You!" He hissed, his rings glowing vibrantly with indignant rage as he lowered his head, his body tensing instinctively. The Umbreons' voice was characteristically soft and quiet, but was tainted by a subtle but malignant tone.
"YOU aren't going anywhere!" The Umbreons' body crackled with a dark energy as his eyes began to glow a brilliant red.
(As cool as another fight would be, I think it'd be neat to have it like in L4D, where there's only short quiet moments before more undead hoardes come. So I have every intention to have Plague shut the hell up and stop being bitterface next round so they don't get killed lol)