The ... the bitch
! The stupid, foolish, suicidal, annoying little bitch
His Energy Ball attack was intercepted by Lalita, and although he would've usually enjoyed watching her go flying through the air like a corpse in an explosion, Garth was too furious to laugh. He opened his bloody jaws and roared his frustration at the sky until the bitch's angry voice forced him to shut his mouth and listen. "You...You'll not have him... Do you hear me Garth?! I'll not let you have him!"
Forced once again to dodge that blasted Flamethrower, Garth barely managed to leap off Clyde and take cover behind a tree trunk. When he saw the resulting damage to the Vigoroth's face - His face his face oh sweet wonderful Arceus his face!
- he doubled over into howls of laughter."Whoops! That wasn't a good idea, was it? Just look what you've done! I have less of 'Fuzzy's' face to rip off now! Hmph!"
Exaggerating a mock pout he folded his arms and trembled his bottom lip, but as the female's words sunk deeper into his mind his expression took on a much more menacing look. "And since when did you tell me what to do, bitch? You ... you fucking, stinking bitch!"
Unfolding his arms and glaring at Lalita, the Grovyle's body began to shake violently, his eyes once again taking on a crimson hue. "Didn't you hear me? Are you fucking deaf or just stupid?"
He needed it, and god-fucking-damn it he needed it now! A deep, guttural roar exploded from Garth's mouth as he charged at the still-fallen Vigoroth. "I SAID HE IS MINE! MINE MINE MINE!
Grabbing Clyde by the throat and yanking him upright with one hand, he glared into the eyes of the fellow infected for a moment as a high-pitched, squealing laugh of insane delight ripped from his throat. "MINE!"
Garth screeched, extending the leaves on his free arm and lashing forward, slicing off Clyde's right arm in a single swipe. "More..."
Tossing the Normal-type to the ground, Garth jumped back on top of him and proceeded to hack, slash and tear every inch of him he could reach. The scent of blood coming from where Clyde's arm had once been was overwhelming, and only spurred Garth on further. Again and again he carved at his victim's chest, thoroughly enjoying the dull, sickening thuds that resounded upon each hit. "MORE! MOOOORE!"
((Let me know if you want me to edit anything. This was so fun to write - sorry Snitchy. XDDD))
Buck was lost, but it was no surprise to him. As a kid and teenager he had never strayed too far from his home at Mt.Silver, so he didn't really know how the rest of the Johto region spanned itself out. Even though he and his thieving friends had occasionally left the mountain to target Trainers and their valuables, they'd never come this far west. "Damn it..."
Admitting defeat - at least, for the time being - Buck climbed the next tree he walked past and sat down on the branch for a quick rest.
The only part of his journey from Unova that was worth mentioning had been his evolution. The undead Lilipup he had found was a weakling and, with the aid of his precious Razor Claw that had taken him nearly a year to find, managed to defeat it and evolve for the first time. It had been such a wonderful feeling, and when he emerged from the bright light as a Weavile he had immediately ran to the nearest stream - taking note of his longer, quicker legs in the meantime - and examining his new appearance. Almost a foot taller; an extra claw and a fancy frill on his head - he liked it. Not only was he stronger and had a better chance of surviving, but he had fulfilled his promise to his dear friend Norma Jean. It was worth every second.
Buck sat against the trunk of the tree to observe the slowly setting sun when loud, angry voices from nearby reached his ears. "What the--"
He stood up on the branch and leaned out over the canopy, sticking his claws into the bark so that he didn't fall. They were voices all right, and damn
did they sound pissed off. "Aha! A fight!"
Quite a fan of watching fights that he wasn't involved in, Buck followed the sounds as he leaped from one tree to the next until he stopped on a branch overlooking a pathway. Oh my sweet gentle Arceus...
This was not just a fight; it was an all out massacre. The Grovyle was going completely mental, screaming and shouting and laughing like a madman. The poor Vigoroth he was battling was pinned to the floor as the crazy Grass-type hacked away at his chest, and Buck noticed, with a retch, the twitching arm of the Normal-type lying just a few feet away. Jeeeeeez...
Slowly lowering himself into a sitting position, Buck clung to the tree's bark with morbid fascination. He wanted to help, of course he did, but to go down there and face that - that freak of nature? You've got to be kidding me!
Ever the off-side observer, Buck stayed right where he was, hoping and praying to the legends above that none of them would notice him and turn the psycho's attention onto him. I've come too far just to die! Still ... maybe I COULD help ... No, best to see how it pans out. Don't want to cause MORE of a commotion...
((Buck is still a coward - some things don't change. XD He's pretty well hidden at the moment so please don't notice him just yet - I'll find a way to bring him into the group soon.))