"C-Carl! Wait, I'm coming!"
It seemed like there was only one idiot who hadn’t opted to run. Looking over his shoulder at Vale’s call, the Meowth reluctantly slowed his pace as the recently arrived Luxray was seen alongside the grass type too, leaving only Sahara missing. Well, it was her funeral. “Keep it down!”
The feline hissed, fur on end as his eyes latched onto the lightened building. A decent distance from the place of healing which would no doubt be redecorated red, Carl heaved a sigh of relief as he managed a weak smile at the duo who had chosen to accompany him. Least she’ll keep Gaear busy for awhile…"And just what do you three think yer doing here, eh? Didn't yer mothers ever tell yer that it's rude to trespass? See that big-ass mountain up there? From its tip aaaaaall the way down to that rock over there by that house is my turf! Yer got that? I pissed on that rock for a reason! Now, unless yer want my foot up yer backside, I suggest yer fuck off!”
Carl could have pissed himself then. The Aggron came out of fucking nowhere, bellowing about how he wanted to the group out of his
territory. Backing up to stand close to Vale to practically peek out from behind a foreleg, this was the last thing the Meowth wanted now. Looking over his shoulder, praying that all this commotion wouldn’t distract that murderous Haxorus, Carl tried and failed to interject the steel-type’s speech with a pathetic shushing.“Y-yes, o-of course! We’ll fuck right the fuck off – w-we just need to pass through,”
He finally blurted out, voice quiet but laced with an obvious panic. “J-Just quickly. N-no trouble, er… Sir,”
Obviously a polite knocking wasn’t
going to do the trick. Huffing, tired of these pathetic games, Gaear’s bloody claws flexed as a sudden light of purple was launched towards the door. The Dragon Pulse knocked the door of its hinges, the piece of wood flying back, snapping in two from the items barricading the entrance. The Haxorus stood pleased at the entrance, staring into the building as he trudged through
the feeble blockage the inhabitants had set up.
As he entered, eyes narrowed as a dangerous smirk played on his lips, the armoured beast, decorated in a thick layer of gore looked akin to a demon. Stood proud, tall, the dragon was surprised to find only one
creature remaining. The Arcanine. Scanning the fire-type, his expression void of emotion as usual, Gaear gave a distasteful snort.“Where’s the cat?”
He growled, bluntly. He neared her form, switching to stalk forward on all fours as heavy footsteps left a trail of crimson behind him. “The Bayleef?”
Only when he was stood directly before Sahara, the smell of blood thick on his breath, Gaear stopped.
He commended her bravery. She was fearless, stood stubbornly and unflinching before his intimidating stature. It was a rare thing nowadays, especially from a female
. The silence heavy with a suffocating tension, Gaear made no movement, completely motionless as he breathed steadily into the canine’s face. One wrong move and he would gut her where she stood. All he wanted was two simple, little answers; a direction, a gesture, and she might get away unharmed. Might
.“Where are they?...”