"And STOP painting everything green! I HATE the color green! It's ugly and goes with NOTHING. And, by the way, you DO mindlessly babble and you AREN'T infected. So shut up now and go the hell away." Rukh almost wanted to applaud the fox. "Well said, Phoenix." he chuckled, glaring holes at the Smeargle. "You know...for the most 'Intelligent Infected', you're pretty dumb. And I know dumb. You're not infected for starts, you're tresspassing, you're claiming the territory as yours and you're challenging the leader. Not the brightest idea, there, Bucko." The Skarmory nodded his agreement.
"If what you say is true...than Riddle me This! If computer programs, rocks, machines and grass can become zombies, how are you so sure the infection isn't morphing itself to hide it's charactersitics? Even though...doing one lousy job in certain details." Rukh rose a brow. "Oh, so are you the new frontier of infected? I would think a virus would mutate into something much more useful than a Smeargle who rambles about riddles and goes around painting walls an ugly green." he deadpanned.
Rukh got in fighting position as soon as he saw the shock fly, missing Phoenix by merely an inch. The 'infected' rambled about how they were in his world, and threatened the fox. Then he pointed the cane at Asche. "And as for you...Puppy. You should be out in the wild far more than you were...When one attempts to take over a certain territory, he shall challenge the leader, which I presume it's the Fox being the smartest from your sorry bunch. And if you were any close of smart...you would notice it isn't just mindless painting...But I can't expect your poor small and primitive brains can function at the same level as mine. Now..."
Oh that did it.
Primitive? Who did he think he was? Of course, Rukh may not have been the smartest tool in the shed for intelligence, but the Steel Bird could never
let an insult just pass by. He clicked his talons against the ground in sheer anger, fury rising up in his armor-encased body. The Skarmory was never good at controlling his anger, and was about to screech when the Smeargle began to speak again.
"I shall try to be slightly sympathetic and give you...10 minutes for you to think and a quarter of a minute and half second for you to move to my secondary challenge. That gives you exactly 25 minutes and 30 seconds, ladies and gentlemen. Otherwise, I shall have to hunt you down, and you will solve your last Riddle. And believe me...It will be a killer." Rukh breathed in deeply, attempting to calm himself as the Painter teleported away. "I... Will kill that son of a bitch." he muttered darkly. He glanced at Phoenix. "What will we do? Accept his crazy challenge of wits or whatever?" Rukh wasn't exceptionally smart, nor good at making decisions. The bird always relied on either Metagross or Steven to give orders, and out of habit he awaited an order. Quietly he hoped that the Ninetales didn't mind.