The ICIRRUS Team

Prince was still in panic, his crown was gone. It wasn't anywhere near him, just where had it rolled off to? The Fraxure couldn't just take standing around anymore, he had to find his possession. "Um... Please excuse me, I need to find my crown. I'll be back immediately, no worries!" the dragon told the others, before racing off into the thick flora. Running closer to the center of the city, he was surprised to find his foot plant into a deep imprint within the snow. Staring onto the ground, the dragon curiously analyzed it. Were these... footprints?

"I've never seen such a big footprint before... This, is this an undead's?" Prince leaned forward, sniffing at the mark. Dragons weren't know for their exceptional sense of smell, but the shiny reckoned he'd be able to catch at least a small scent of infection. Unfortunate for him, all around him there was the stench of the dead--dead bodies lying limp and snowbound and blood only a few feet away from him. Frustrated, the Fraxure began to follow the footprints instead. "What would be large enough to create such big prints..."

"Such an amazing thing, destroyed by some pathetic Pokemon." the voice was old and robotic, a deep rumbling from the automaton that stood in front of him. Following the tracks he had come across this giant, it's large body lumbering across the ruins. Prince immediately felt threatened, he'd never seen such a Pokemon before. The Golurk hadn't noticed him yet. 'Good, perhaps I co-' the Fraxure's thoughts were cut short as he noticed a glint of metal in the snow. It was his crown.

The Golurk was headed straight past it, and if it took only a few more steps, the giant would crush it. Panicked, Prince rushed forward as fast as he could, snarling as he snatched his crown from the snow, rolling away from the automaton. Narrowing his eyes to a glare, the dragon roared at the golem. He wasn't sure if it was infected, and he sure as hell couldn't read that emotionless face of it. "Stay away!" Fear grew inside of him. What if this Pokemon was going to endanger the others? He couldn't have that... He couldn't take any chances.

Tightly grabbing his crown, Prince initiated his Outrage attack. Blind with rage, his form glowed a fierce red as he rushed the Golurk, slamming onto it's side and causing it to fall. All he needed to do was make sure the golem had no openings to attack, and that was exactly what he did. The Fraxure didn't stop his outrage, slamming onto the ground-ghost again and again. Soon the Golurk had stopped moving, body covered with dents and cracks. The automaton was old, and an easy kill.

Unknown to him, the crown had yet again, slipped from his grasp. As he stumbled across the white landscape, vision blurred and confused, it was only at the very last minute that Prince realized something.

He was glowing white.

[OOC: Crappy post... sob.]

"Now, now..." The Gardevoir said, attempting to calm down the situation, "Let's shut this down right now before someone says or does something they're going to regret later." Casanova scoffed, but handed Pure her red scarf back rather rudely with his quick movements. The Sawsbuck said nothing as anger and irritation still boiled inside of her, some of it directed at the Hoenn Pokemon, whereas most of it was directed at that piece of scum. The Psychic-type introduced himself as Kaze, and the Honchkrow as Hayato. Something about ribbons too, though the Equine paid no attention to that as she and the Electric-type had an intense stare-down; a silent battle where they couldn't be interrupted. Pure held her gaze with the obnoxious Zebstrika as she picked up her red scarf with utter care. Wrapping it around her neck without tying it properly. What does he want with her other than a ARCEUS-DAMN name?! She huffed, breaking off the battle as she turned away. Ruffling up this bastard ain't going to make him leave her alone. Bastards will be bastards, he'll never learn to mature will he? What kind of Pokemon takes a fucking scarf just for a name? Then again, she was a bit overreactive over a silly little gift from Paladin, but Casanova was the one that started it! [Insert a bunch of fingers hooves pointed at the stupid bastard!]

All he asked for was a damn name! Was it really that hard to ask for one?! Casanova continued to thow daggers even when the Seasons Pokemon turned away. Kaze being the middle guy, he clapped his hands together trying to catch Casanova's attention. Though the Zebstrika never bothered to turn and face him, he listened as the Gardevoir began, "Don't you think we could be trying a bit harder to acknowledge others feelings? This is a rare moment when we're not being plunged into a life or death struggle for survival, we should be enjoying it~!" The Electric-type blinked, then turned over to Kaze with glares ready. The Psychic-type at least understood the situation, him backing off slightly as soon as the Zebra-like Pokemon shifted his gaze towards him. Casanova glanced back at the Sawsbuck, five dollar bet she's thinking; 'Enjoying the struggle for life and death, my ass!' Thinking about her most recent actions, definitely she must be thinking that! "Um... Please excuse me, I need to find my crown. I'll be back immediately, no worries!" Prince perked up, Casanova blinked, what?! He needed to ask about the Sawsbuck's name! However, the Fraxure disappeared into the flora in a flash, the Zebstrika feeling crestfallen. Well shit.

Pure watched the Zebstrika looking strongly disappointed as Prince left. Figures, he wants the name that fucking badly. Before she could react, however, Casanova immediately turned towards the Sawsbuck, stomping towards her with a fiery rage blazing within his eyes. She flinched, this guy overreacts over the smallest of things doesn't he? Five Poke bet he wasn't like this when they were little! "Look, I don't know what's the problem with not giving a name!" He hissed, his snout scrunched up with bitter anger as he towered over Pure. She stumbled backwards a bit, but held her ground as she held her gaze with the Zebstrika's as he continued to rant, "You're Undead! I don't trust you because of that, and since you're not giving a name..." The equine paused, "Give me one fucking good reason not to kill you!" He narrowed his eyes as if hesitant to face Pure. Why, she wasn't that scary. What, is prissy boy afraid of Pokemon that change along with the seasons? BOO-FUCKING-HOO! Build a bridge, and get the fuck OVER it! It's true she was Undead, but it's not like she picked out that path herself! If she could, she would have continued to be living! If that's how things is... then kill her! KILL HER NOW! GET HER OUT OF HER MISERY AS AN UNDEAD SO SHE WOULDN'T HURT ANYONE LATER!

"Something coming. Let's kill it." Hayato croaked, interrupting their fight. Casanova paused, giving the Sawsbuck her space as he backed away [but still continued to glare at her till the end like the childish bastard he was!]. He threw a curious glance at the Honchkrow, kill it? Is it Undead? Dangerous? Then again, there's an Undead with the group, it's no surprise if a bird can mistaken the scent for this Sawsbuck. A rustle in the nearby bushes made Casanova stop in his tracks completely. Shit, okay, maybe not the Sawsbuck... Another rustle in the opposite side, were there multiple? Equine's noses aren't the best, but the smell of death and decay filled the area quickly. The Zebstrika threw a worried glanced over at the Seasons Pokemon, did she perhaps... bring comrades? "Hey..." He began rather harshly, his tone was quiet for only him and the other Equine to hear, "Did you bring your undead comrades over?"

She blinked in utter surprise, a frown coming upon her face as she glared at Casanova, "Are you stupid or have you just plain out lost your mind?" Pure heaved a heavy sigh, "If I wanted to kill you, I would have been glad to do it myself-!" A fierce screech cut her off as a heavy weight suddenly slammed into her. Pure felt herself pinned to the floor as she looked up to see her attacker; an Eelektross. Eyes sockets were flooded with blood, purple blotches splattered across the unsaturated battered skin. Muscle and bone exposed, the only recognizable thing about this Eelektross was the body shape and its razor sharp teeth, "Shit, shit, shit!" She cursed wildly, flailing as she tried to push the Eel-like Pokemon off of her. The Zebstrika suddenly rushed in, throwing the Undead off of her as he rammed into it head on. "You better thank me later for this!" She snorted at his response, but as she glanced around her surroundings, more and more Undead began to appear. A variety of them at that; Eelektross, Druddigon, Fraxures, even another Sawsbuck! Shit, this is why Pure wanted to wear a goddamn red-scarf. When the Eelektross pinned her down, her red scarf disappeared among the flora. Well ain't she just fucked? But she didn't need it to win this fight! No way! Like a bull, she scraped the dirt with her right hoof, snorting as she lowered her head to show mostly her antlers. 'Think again you low-life bastards! Try hitting me!'

Well the brightside to this; Casanova could get her name as his reward. The downside? They could die and get eaten right here on the spot! The Zebstrika's fur began to trickle with electricity as Undead began to show up. It'll be worth getting a name off of the Sawsbuck, why? Because she's a suspicious little fuck that gets on Casanova's nerves! In a normal situation, he would have honestly ran off like some sissy girl, but no! He has some buddies around here to act as his back-up! He needed to leave a good impression after all of those arguments he had with her! Ready to fight, he threw daggers at the Undead that began closing in on the group, where was Prince in all of this bullshit?! He glanced around, looking wildly for the Fraxure until his eyes met up with another Undead Sawsbuck. His heart immediately dropped, anxiety began to chew up his insides, the electricity that danced across his fur now ebbing away as he gaped at the Pure look-a-like. Goddammit, he might accidentally kill the Sawsbuck he had arguments earlier with! Then again... He threw a rock-hard glanced over at the Seasons Pokemon, who rammed into a few Undead. It wouldn't be that bad to kill her right? Afterall, she's dead herself...

His thoughts were interrupted as the Undead Sawsbuck he met eyes with earlier rammed into him, Casanova immediately catching on as his hairs began to explode with electricity again. The walking dead didn't flinch as it tried to bite into the Zebstrika's neck. Casanova pushed the Sawsbuck off, causing it to stumble backwards before meeting its eyes once more. NOW it's pissed! Great, just fan-fucking-tastic! Annoyed, the Electric-type let the flames engulf him, ramming into the Undead Sawsbuck with the flames licking its face. Stop. Casanova backed off immediately, watching his handiwork finish itself as the Undead began to flail violently, soon dropping down to the ground. Drop. It continued to flail, trying to get back up. However, all was lost for it as soon as it slowly began to stop. And die, not roll, but die. Thankfully, the Zebstrika didn't have to go over the rules of how to deal with flames with this one!

A ball of green formed in front of Pure, about the size of a decent bowling ball. She never played bowling, but she remembered running into a bowling alley humans had when she first began her life in the Epidemic. Pure would love to play that game! She rolled the Energy Ball down towards the group of huddled Undead. In one shot, she had knocked them all over, though they didn't die, definitely they all stumbled backwards. Spare. She threw another Energy Ball, finishing off that group of Undead that was replaced with another. This will be her strike! Quickly and cleanly, another ball of energy formed, the Sawsbuck rolled it across the grass with ease... Strike! She wasn't playing by the rules, but hey, she would have made a pretty damn good bowler!...

BUT, something felt off. Where's Prince in all of this? He said he went to go find his crown and shit, but shouldn't he have heard all that ruckus by now and start running back towards the group? Pure continued to fight as her thoughts began to race across her mind. And what about that stupid Deino? Is she doing anything? Or did she fucking follow Prince like the clueless little youngster she was? It was obvious Eris was clingy, Pure didn't like it. Because, one; clingy Pokemon never get anything from being clingy. Two; it shows she's dependent, that she's weak. And finally three; it reminded Pure a lot of how the Sawsbuck was like when she was with Paladin. Oh how she loathed him! If he were here now, she would have just ditched the group and run over to the prick of a dragon and stab his insides out with her very own antlers! Bastard made her go through a bunch of shit the past few days! As she rammed another Eelektross over, she hovered over its corpse, shoving her sharp antlers down the stomach. Ohoho, give her a gift -- SLICE! -- give her a couple of new friends -- CRACK! -- watch her new friends leave her bit by bit --CRUNCH! -- finally, he leaves her himself!

She paused, staring down at the mangled body before spitting at it. The Sawsbuck was stronger than that! No way is she letting Paladin steer her damn life! Fuck you Paladin! Fuck you Casanova! And FUCK you life!

[Ooc: I broke a lot of things writing this post. Thank you very much]

Kuro was watching the stars, not really paying attention to the things that where going on around him. He was thinking of how long it would take him before he got stronger, he wanted nothing more then to become a powerful Tyranitar, but was he prepared to lose his arms and legs once he became a Purpitar? He would only have to be it for a little while right? He wasn't about to spend the rest of his life as one, but he really didn't want to become such a useless pokemon. How Iritating it would be.

His attention was soon striped from the sky when he heard Prince starting to go on a rampage. Turning his head he saw him starting to attack something. He hadn't seen a pokemon like that before, but it wasn't the pokemon he was fasinated by, it was Prince. They dragon type was so powerful, able to take down such a large opponent with such ease. Maybe he could train Kuro? Help the Larvitar get stronger, strong enough that he would become the world most powerful Tyranitar. Though before he could go over and ask the dragon type if he would train him, Prince started to glow white.

With a cheerful and sickening naive smile the Gardevoir drifts back a fraction as the Zebstrika lets go off the scarf. He knew everyone could be friends~!
His emerald green eyes flicker open soon enough at the sound of Hayato's call.
If Hayato thought there was some simple threat he would have simply plucked it out of the air like a ripe berry and bought it back for them to fight together. The fact that he could actually be bothered sounding something amounting to a warning before flapping down from the tree as silent as a Noctowl meant that his usual desire to hoard all the rewards of battles for the two of them had been overidden by self preservation.
With the usual drift of psychic power steering him through the air Kaze flits over to Hayato's side as the Honchkrow lands on the remains of the Metagross and causally plucks out the other red eye.
So long together had honed Kaze's empathetic powers to Hayato's emotional frequency closer than most he can feel the thrill of the hunt starting to course beneath the black feathers.
With a sudden movement he tilts his head to the side so one blood-colour eye is staring into the deep forest around them. A feather tip flicks as the scent of putrefying flesh reaches the pair only a few seconds in front of its owner.
Kaze stays close at his side as Hayato throws back his feathered head and from deep inside him flies a powerful cry of dominance and bloodlust that echoes through the autumnal treetops.
The Gardevoir can't help but fleetingly feel that if he were a Murkrow he would come to flocking straight to Hayato's side after hearing that sound.
As it stands it is the command for battle.
Miving seamlessly from an aminable dozing dreaminess to a ninja sharp precision the Gardevoir leaps forwards and swings over the back of one of the Undead Sawksbucks they weren’t trying to be friends with (it was male) and mounts it bareback like a human horse rider.
The leaf green fingers dart between its horns and dig straight into its red eyes, crushing them like overripe grapes as the Equine pokemon struggles desperately to toss him off.
"Giddy up!" Kaze calls cheerfully in a way that doesn't seem quite so friendly with the aqueous humours of the eye still dripping from his fingers as he delivers a stinging slap to the rump of the Sawsbuck and sends it careening into an undead Electross. As the Sawsbucks flailing hooves trample the unfortunate eel the Honchkrow almost casually crushes its head beneath his talons.
"Ole~!” The Gardevoir cries like a cliched Matador as he yanks on the blinded Sawsbuck’s horns to send it careening into another target, laughing cheerfully all the way. A smaller undead breaks to run, one leg hanging by a thread from Kaze's attack. "Hayato! Pursuit!" He orders like his trainer once had.

Moving lightly and with only a brief pause to pluck another stray white feather from his breast Hayato leaps out of his treetop perch. He lands on the remains of the Metagross and wipes his talons against the metallic shell of the corpse, gouging marks in the shell and raising a few tiny sparks as it sharpens his talons. Twisting his head with an avian dexterity he worms his beak into the Metagross's other eye socket and plucks out the other red eye and swallows it down. A lot of killing will be happening soon and the small taste of flesh heightens his hunger for battle but helps sate his hunger for flesh. He can't risk accidentally swallowing a bit of infected meat from his usual habits. If by some happy coinsidence the attackers are living he can have a feast of their eyes and bury some of the meat for later. In this cold weather it will keep for the winter months.
The argument of the flower deer and the electric zebra is something Hayato couldn't care less about, the same for the little dragon's worries about his crown.
Battle time was coming and with it generations of breeding comes to the fore. Outwardly he tenses as his body braces itself for lauching into the air but inwardly the wafting scent of rotting flesh soothes him. Kaze's strange insistence on trying to befreind every waif and stray they came across was completely lost on him; the purpose for his very existence was to fight.
He decides to issue a challenge. He lets his feelings bubble up inside of him, the feelings he didn't want to admit and those he had been trying to show for years burst out in one definite crow that would let anyone nearby know he was waiting to kill them.
Obediant to the lessons the Honchkrow had beaten into him Kaze has been waiting at his side for his order.
As usual his battle style was delightly unexpected, the Sawsbuck was barely aware of the weight on its back before Kaze's leaf green fingers were gouging out its eyes.
Hayato felt an unexpected burst of pride in the Psychic type, he had taught him that trick.
Then his battle lust closes in over him.
The two work as a team; either Kaze directing his 'steed' to trample everything in front of it and Hayato finishing off the remains with a slash from his taloned feet or a beak jab straight to the brain or Hayato slashing an undead's legs off with a steady stroke of his wings and tossing the body in front of Kaze to get trampled.
Together they swiftly try to rack up as many kills as possible and Hayato starts to feel the dull buzz in the back of his skull that means he is rapidly gaining experience.
With the ink-like juices of the Sawsbuck's eyes still dripping from his fingers Kaze looked...beautiful.
Trying to ignore the thought Hayato obeys the command without thinking, taking flight and plunging his talons through the undead's head until they meet before shoving away and back into the fray. He makes sure to kill those Kaze has earmarked for destruction first before wounding fresh targets to throw his way; making sure the experience they gain from each death is equal.
Kaze, being Kaze has started to sing as he works.
"I have a question for you; how do you kill what is dead? Well, I shoot from the hip, and I aim for the head~!"
Hayato smiles.

While he glowed with shining light, Prince panicked. His crown was rolling down a dune of snow, and in panic he rushed forward, diving to catch it right when he began to change his form. As he slid down the crown slipped over his neck, getting caught in the middle of his neck as his physique stopped shifting. The dragon felt the surging energy of evolution slowly begin to fade, along with the blinding light. Slowly standing, the behemoth looked down onto his new form, a Haxorus.


"Dear Arceus..." the newly-evolved Haxorus frowned. "I evolved... damnit." balling up his fists and clenching his teeth in rage, Prince was immediately sprinting as he heard a screech. Arriving back at where the others were, the dragon scowled to find them overwhelmed with multitudes of undead. His eyes widened with shock at the sudden amounts of Sawsbuck, and not one of them he could see was wearing a red scarf. "Fuck..." 'And I can't call out her name because she doesn't want that Zebra-ass to know...'

The Haxorus swiftly began making work of all the undead, slamming his fists into their guts as the behemoth slowly cleared a path for himself. The crown stuck on his neck felt uncomfortable, but he stood the pain as he neared the center. "Be careful of which Sawsbuck you hit!" he shouts, looking around. Suddenly it hit him, and Prince stared around. 'Remember, she's no ordinary Sawsbuck, she's a shiny! Her pelt should be brighter than everyone else's! And most of these deer are in Summer and Winter form, Pure's stuck on Spring!'

At the sudden epiphany he began pounding and crushing the skulls of all the Sawsbuck that didn't match the description, searching carefully for Pure.

A few bright orange autumnal leaves fall into the mud as the Gardevoir curls his spring leaf coloured fingers tight around the horns of his bucking steed as the undead flails for balance. Its hard hooves meet only the slippery all too yeilding flesh of others and the blinded Sawsbuck dances backwards, trying to keep its balance.
Roughly the Psychic type yanks the hard branch-like horns to the side and with them the Sawsbuck's head and body as he leads the Grass Type on a slow rampage through the undead hoard. Beneath the deer pokemon's flailing hooves limbs are mashed into a bloody paste and the injured picked off mercilessly by beak and claw.
Kaze drags around his faithful steed into a tight knot of undead trying to stop him. They realize their mistake and try to flee but as soon as they turn around the Sawsbuck's forelegs come down and kick through their skulls.
"If you kill the brain, then you kill the ghoul and its motor functions~!" Kaze sings happily, mentally taking a kill count. Oh, Hayato is going to be happy tonight~!
The Gardevoir leans close to the Sawsbuck's back, smelling the rank of its rotting loose fur, to make himself less of target as it tries to toss its head back and bellows.
As if trying to calm the undead he absent mindely strokes the purple hued fur and a couple of dark hairs come away in one hand.
Kaze is just wiping them off distastefully when the impact of something ramming into the Sawsbuck's side knocks him loose. Keeping a one handed grip on the Sawsbuck's horns he falls with a yelp onto the hard ground, the brittle horn snapping off in his hands and the remaining leaves falling around him.
The Saswbuck snorts a cloud of steam from its nose, its empty eyes as it hauls itself back to its feet. Its hindlegs are bent forwards at a unatural angle and it struggles to get into a charging position as Hayato's long claws plunge into the back of its neck and the Honchkrow flaps his wings hard.
The gore splattered and very hard hooves gouge a plate sized sod of earth from the ground either side of the Gardevoir as Kaze scrambles backwards.
A harsh white glow of light plays around his leaf green fingers as the Gardevoir reaches up and slaps his hands roughly around the Sawsbuck's ears. Blind and now deafened the undead reels backwards as Kaze focuses energy in his palms and releases it in a large powerful blast. A white nimbus of energy explodes from his palms in a spherical ball of shining light that completely envelops the undead's head. It flares brightly once then fades away, leaving a clean space of nothingness where the Sawsbuck's head used to be. A fragment of leaf flutters down as the Sawsbuck slumps.
Kaze looks carefully at the horn still clutched in his hands as from behind an Eelectross decides to try its luck.
The Gardevoir pulls it into a fatal hug as Hayato lands on his shoulders, impaling the slimy eel like pokemon on the red horn of his chest as Hayato plunges his bright yellow beak through the top of its head and straight out the other side.
They clear the area for long enough to see the Haxorus with the crown around its neck come charging into battle.
"Looking good!" Kaze calls cheerfully to it and waves.

Hayato is an animal in battle; fighting talon, beak and razor sharp wing tip as he thinks darker and darker thoughts until he can feel the bloodlust thumping in his chest like a second heart. Any undead injured by Kaze's Sawsbuck aided rampage he ruthlessly disposes off with swift stabs of his beak or a crushing blow from his taloned feet. The path of white feathers on his breast is now a dark red speckled with patches of clear white. The rest of his black feathers drink in the blood with no sign of it but a bit of added weight.
He keeps close to Kaze, mentally keeping a kill count as he violently strikes as anything within pecking distance, viciously plunging his beak into the eye sockets of the undead and tearing out their eyes before killing them as was his habit with any of his prey.
Driving a feathered knee into a crippled undead's stomach and with the buzz of rapid XP gain buzzing inside him like a drug spearing the long filthy talons of his foot straight through the red eyes the Honchkrow tears his way through the ranks of undead like a combination harvester through a wheat feild, fighting with a savagery far greater than the undead's own.
What can be seen of his face beneath the flying entrails is glowing red eyes and a satisfied arrogant grin.
Again and again his bright beak spears through his opponents as Hayato appears suddenly like a shadow dealing death, killing in one strike anything already injured and leaving violent bleeding gashes on anything else as he flings them into Kaze's path.
The spray of red blood around him makes his heart race like nothing else ever had (before he met Kaze) and he revels in the slaughter. Rolling back and forth in pitched battle and enjoying the feeling of the innermost parts of his enemies soaking down to his skin Hayato kills and kills and kills.
Twisting his head to the side as he hears the thump of the Sawsbuck going down Hayato swiftly flaps through the bloody battlefeild and lands hard on the undead's back.
His talons plunge straight through the Sawsbuck's back, severing the lower part of the spinal cord instantly as the Honchkrow takes a firm grip and flaps his wings hard, trying to drag the undead deer back from his partner. The Sawsbuck's snapped hindlegs actually leave the ground for a second before Kaze's hands tightly grip its head.
The flare of harsh light hurts the Honchkrow's red eyes; foolishly he had been looking straight at it and the bird has to shake his head to clear the spots from his vision as the flesh under his talons falls limp and lifeless.
He doesn't see the Eelectross until Kaze has already grabbed it's long toothed arms and pulled it into a normally fatal arm lock. The tip of the red horn sticks from a bulge in the eel creatures rubbery dark blue skin.
Landing on the Gardevoir's shoulders, the grip of the great curved talons surprisingly soft after the carnage they had dealt only moments ago, Hayato darts his head forwards viciously and skewers the eel like a shish kebab.
The undead slumps to the ground as its brain is destroyed and as his whirling dance of death comes to pause the Honchkrow realizes the rapid rise and fall of his feathered breast. He is panting tiredly.
Tucking his bloody wings in for a second Hayato lets his feathered head rest for a moment on Kaze's leaf green hair and feels his energy start to return as Kaze smiles and starts the soft healing pulse of energy to revive not only his brave Honchkrow Warrior but all his new living allies that are helping them level up and get stronger.

[OOC: Skip, because depending on what Pure does, Prince's actions change. c:]

[Sorry, but skip please ;; I'm too busy now]

The Gardevoir, covered in a slick of dark dead blood and less pleasant substances, smiles beauteously and spreads his arms wide in a gesture of peace and forgiveness. His emerald colored eyes stare cheerfully at the ruined torn lumps of flesh formerly called faces before him.
If they had the brains left for it the Undead would have been nervous. Instead they crowd in closer in that curious shuffling walk of pokemon approaching food but worrying it will soon be taken from them.
None think that the bundle of bright orange autumn leaves spread between his spring green fingers, faintly blood stained from the fallen Sawsbuck that had shed them, to be any cause for caution.
Rising faintly in the air from the strength of his Psychic powers Kaze grins widely, a soft inviting smile that makes you want to tell you all your secrets.
He spreads his arms wide as if trying to give every member of the undead horde a big comforting hug and from his pale lips gives a soft sigh that made Hayato feel like a cold bucket of water had been sloshed over him.
A gleam comes into his hard emerald colored eyes and it matches the light starting to play around his fingers.
Blowing a kiss at the nearest undead (a Sawsbuck missing the entirety of its lower jaw that is not sure what to think of the attention) Kaze pirouettes and fans the bright orange leaves out from between his fingers.
A sort of antiglow of dark purple light that sparkled with all the bright colors of the aurora traces its way across the edges of each leaf, making them glow from within with the strange psychic power.
The Gardevoir winks, moving the leaves in a sort of fan dance until they burst out of his hands and continue to dance in a way different to the movements of his spring green fingers.
A few of the more gullible undead are entranced by the darting movements of the shimmering fans of leaves.
It was sparkly, how could they resist the sparkly?
Still smiling like this was the most enjoyable thing he had ever done Kaze forms the leaves into a sort of halo above his head.
They bob and weave around his head like a shoal of playful brightly colored fish, shining flecks of different colored light across the Gardevoir's pale face.
The entire thing has the flashiness of a Contest move about it and so when the Gardevoir plucks each leaf from the air one by one and once again flickers them into a bright edged orange fan he bows deeply, winks at the undead once again then throws the leaves straight and true like they were throwing knives.
The magical leaf attack soars into the crowd of startled undead, each orange leaf suddenly with an edge that rivaled the very best of knives darting directly into their targets of eyes and throats, curving mid flight to strike those that tried to dodge.
Dark red blood splattered the ground and Kaze smiled.
"Fin."

From his perch on the back of an Eelectross, trying to dig his beak through the eel pokemon's thick rubbery skin Hayato feels like applauding.
Kaze was growing up so fast. Before he had been so...weak.
He remembered the Gardevoir that sulked when its pale skin got covered in dirt and vomited when Hayato chose to tear apart his opponent and gouge out their eyes rather than harmlessly knocking them unconscious.
There was barely a trace of him left in that blankly amiable grin.
Hayato's dark red eyes became bright red lights and his feathers seemed to flare even darker with a malevolent black fire.
The caw that issued from his mouth was a sound that sucked the joy from the very air, the sound of a reaper at your door and one that did not bother waiting until you were dead to claim you.
Already large the Honchkrow seemed to swell to an even more ominious shape, his blood stained beak opened wide and promising a short painful future of deepest fear, agony and the rot of decay.
The Eelectross shudders as the Nightshade attack passes over it and Hayato's long untrimmed claws crush its head underfoot with a disrespectful casualness as he leaps onto another undead.
Lost in a beserker rage of bloodlust he gouges eyes and tears throats, each movement shedding bright fans of blood across the soil as he determinedly tries to match Kaze's kill count.
He can feel the added power, the added experience he gains from each throat he slits making him stronger.

The sound of a small-scale explosion behind him alerted the Haxorus of the Axew's presence. "Kid, if you're going to be here then help out with these undead!" Prince shouted, thrashing off a Eelektross trying to do some kind of bloody make out with his face. The dragon was a hard fighter, long, worn claws easily digging into the rotting flesh of his foes then slamming them to the ground. With each cracking skull the behemoth felt stronger, eyes burning with rage.

It wasn't long before he was outlined with a deep, intimidating aura. Eyes glowing a bright crimson as he let out a roar louder than a Luxray's. Clenching his talons into strong fists, the giant initiated an Outrage. He was thrashing about, slamming his fists left and right at anything that came near him, stomping on their crippled bodies. In his attack he had barely noticed the hoards of undead thinning, most of the infected fallen and writhing on the battleground.

The Outrage slowly wore off, his head pounding and dizzy with confusion. Clutching his head in a clawed hand, Prince fought to catch his footing. "Well at least most of them are dead..."

Casanova frowned at the numerous amounts of Undead, his eyes scanning the crowd of Undead Sawsbuck. They were all in Winter or Summer form strangely enough, what's up with the seasons lately? The Sassy Sawsbuck earlier had flowers on her antlers; Spring form. Was she the only one in that form? Even so, the Zebstrika continued to fight, but his legs grew weak with every attack he gave, he heaved heavy pants each attack. This was the first time he ever exerted himself. He should have ditched the group by now, but one of them had valuable information upon his "childhood sweetheart". He wanted to know -- he wanted to know if anything had happened to her. Even if it went as far as her turning Undead and they had to take 'that' route... He shook his head, he must have faith in Pure. She's out there, living, struggling to survive just like him. Her existence was the reason he lived this far.

With her feelings now out, Pure felt mildly relieved despite the situation. Even so, she must keep her guard up, with this never-ending horde of Undead, the best possible plan is to fall back. She gulped, feeling embarrassment flush through her. To retreat was like exclaiming to everybody that she's weak, even though she's not. The Sawsbuck refused, yet at the same time, she knew for the sake of survival must she do so (though she's already dead). The Seasons Pokemon threw her head over her shoulder, the group in her view despite some of them being far from her; "There's too many of them!" She exclaimed, "Retreat for no-!"

Pure was cut off by the incoming Winter Sawsbuck ramming into her, a mockery of the Undead. The Winter Form had nothing of note other than unsaturated colors, this one didn't even need to fight for its life! It probably just drank infected water! But at the moment, Pure felt weak, she spent too much energy venting out her anger earlier (fucking Paladin made her tired...) But terror came across her as Undead began to crowd around her; as if they wanted to eat her right then and there. "Help!" She screeched.

[Ooc: Preferably Prince to rescue = u = Name may be revealed]

"Help!" the shriek of a familiar voice had jerked Prince away from the fray, eyes wide in recognition and he grit his teeth, immediately speeding towards the sound. The undead around him stood near to no chance against the raging powerhouse of a dragon, his blades slicing through the already loose flesh with ease and his bulky claws crushing skulls that dared oppose him. "PURE! Hang in there Pure, I'm coming!" he shouted, panic rising in him as he scanned the area for the female Sawsbuck.

In moments of skull-crushing and ramming, the giant Haxorus caught sight of a lovely Spring Sawsbuck surrounded by undead. Snarling and snapping his massive, sharpened jaws, Prince let loose a roar so loud it would be on par with a Luxray's. Rushing into the fray, he slid beside his companion and immediately Guillotined an undead's head off. It's lifeless skull rolled around the dirty earth, stopping when hitting a rock and it's tongue lolling out.

"Pure, are you alright?" he shot an apologetic look to the Sawsbuck. She had tried to hard to hide her name, but in a situation like this, there wasn't any time to think through words. Soon, he caught sight of the Axew blowing a hole through a Sawsbuck's head and scurrying to him and asking if he was 'good'. Good? Holy shit this dragon was strong for a squirt! "You're doing great kid, now just kill the other infected with us!"

Casanova suddenly stopped in his tracks as he heard 'Pure' drift into the air and -- as if music -- into his ears. The Zebstrika felt his heart pound against his chest; he knew that voice was Prince's, and he wasn't imagining things. But then as he turned his head towards the Haxorus he felt that very heart drop as he realized that the Dragon's words were directed at the Sawsbuck. That's Pure?

So it was true.

She had become Undead, she struggled to the end and became one of them. Her innocent personality had obviously insinagrated long ago, it was impossible to tell if she was a Shiny or not with the dull saturation in color. The Zebra fell to the ground, the Undead were seemingly distracted by the newcomer as Casanova faced his emotional breakdown that only took place for a meer second. Immediately he stood back up, shaking his head. If he were to love Pure, he would have to accept her as is! Indeed, she is now one of them, but she's fighting against them now, she's not eating the brains of Prince, she's not bloothirsty -- it's as if she was normal.

Pure shook her head steadily at Prince's question, standing back up as she glanced toward Casanova's direction. She would have jumped back in surprise if it weren't for the situation; he was staring right back at her with a smile. Does that mean he knows it's her? Or does that mean that they're on good terms? Either way, they both seemed really fucking scary in her opinion. Clearing her throat, she continued her prior command, yelling out to the group; "Fall out guys! There's too many of them!" It was obvious they were at a disadvantage in numbers, but what they can do is run out of the forest and into the open where it's much easier to battle. They have to go, and they have to go now.

However, before she could move a muscle, her eyes widened as a Mursharna came into view, floating slowly towards the group with bloody red eyes; 'You will die. You will die. You will die.' It repeated constantly in Pure's head through telepathy, as if reminding the Sawsbuck what death exactly meant. Though her heart was not pumping anymore; Pure was alive through mind and soul. If that was the case; she would be destroyed in mind and soul. The Seasons Pokemon was ready to scream at the Psychic-type to shut-up, but before she could even get up a purple light began to surround her, the scenary flashing before her eyes as she disappeared.

There was no trace of the Sawsbuck left.

The Zebstrika screeched as he watched what should have been Pure disappear before his eyes again, the Mursharna turning to him with its crimson eyes glowing; Coward. You are a coward. Coward. Coward. Coward... COWARD! It was then did the same happen to Casanova; ready to shut up the Mursharna with electrical attacks, but soon teleported away just like Pure.

It was as if the duo were forced to leave the area.

[Ooc: Editted in a leaving post C: See you guys later!]

The muddied bloodied ground is gouged by hard hooves as a winter forme Sawsbuck, a female that would have been quite pretty if it weren't for the way the infection had blotched her pure white fur with purple and hollowed her cheeks, leaps high in the air and plants her hooves in the Gardevoir's stomach in a jarring kick into Kaze's midriff.
The many pointed star of his necklace bounces against his chest as he falls from the heights of battle into the chruned up ground, mud plastering itself over the back of his prized black shirt and his spring green arms.
around him sharp hooves cut into the soft ground in a frenzied dance as the Gardevoir swiftly ducks his head out of the way of a hard stomp that would have in the least rendered him unconcious just as another tramples hard on the splayed frills of his 'skirt'
Struggling to pull himself out of the mud the Psychic Type is battered and bruised as has to bitem his tongue to keep from crying out as he loses sight of Hayato in the fighting.
Above the hissing cries of Electross and the bellowing of Saswbuck he hears the cry to retreat.
The Gardevoir struggles to rise only for a firm hoof to smack him in the back and knock him face first into the mud.
Something sharp hooks into his shoulders and with the pain comes a rare burst of lucidity.
So this was it.
He was going to die here.
The relevation brings with it a blooming sense of peace and he doesn't resist at all as he feels himself being dragged into the air.
Held out of the reach of the writhing knot of undead the Gardevoir smiles at the familiar feeling of a bloodied yellow beak wiping itself across his cheek, checking if he was o.k. Hayato had come to save him.
With a flare of light playing across his fingertips Kaze smiles and releases the positive aura of a Heal pulse over the entire battlefeild, it mirroring the other flash of light from below as both Sawsbuck and Zebstrika suddenly wink out of existence.

Hayato's baleful red eyes fix on the figure of the tiny Axew as the Dark/Flying Type moves through the battle with the jerky motions of a gorecrow, long beak stabbing out to penetrate through rotting flesh. His dark featherts drank in the corrupted blood and he wore it with pride as a sign of his mastery in the arts of killing. The bitter sweet scent of rot was all around him except in the tender meat of the little Axew, sweet meat too young to be tough and bearing no signs of the infection.
One stab of the beak to the back of the head to split open that tough skull and spill the warm soft flesh inside, two more to pluck out the pretty red eyes and no-one would ever have to know...
It was a busy battlefield and mistakes did happen.
The Honchkrow makes his decision and leaps forth as the dragon masterfully takes out a Sawsbuck, his purple bird tongue visible in his sharp beak.
It didn't see him at all, it was completely exposed!
As the Honchkrow drew back his neck to stab he saw Kaze fall. Mentally he weighs Kaze's life against the dragon child's tasty flesh and the decision is instant as Hayato dives back into the fight like a bolt of featherted lightning.
Not wasting time playing fair he shoved aside everything in his path to make his way towards the spot where the Gardevoir fell, swiftly taking a taloned grip on Kaze's bandaged shoulders as he tries to airlift the Psychic Type to safety.

Hayato lands heavily on the lower branches of a nearby tree, the sharp needles stickng fast to his bloodied feathers as again he runs his beak over Kaze, checking for wounds. The Gardevoir smiles up at him.
"He's right, this is not a battle we can win right now." The Honchkrow croaks.
"Like a death of a thousand cuts, exhaustion not the indivdual is what makes the kill." Kaze mutters under his breath before looking up at Hayato with wide emerald eyes. "But we're safe in this tree right?"
"I don't think Fraxure can climb trees." Hayato points out. "So either you re-learn Teleport or we escape the old fashioned way."
"You hated me with Teleport." Kaze points out. "You said it was a wussy skill."
"It still is."
Settling on Hayato's back for the flight down Kaze grabs a handful of the tree's needles, the same glow starting to play along the edges as from the other Magical Leaf attack he has used.
"We're going to try and clear a path!" Kaze calls to Prince and the Axew as he tries to find the spot where the undead are the thinnest and throws.
First it rains needles, then it rains blood...

"Fall out guys! There's too many of them!" Prince had to agree, although his new form allowed so much more strength and power to grow within him, the relentless waves of the dead were becoming too much to handle. His arms began to ache from the constant skull-crushing and bashing, panting with fatigue as he Guillotined a Sawsbuck's head right off with his jaw. "Listen to Pure, fall back! We can't take them!" His large feet slowly stomped backwards, a bit clumsy as he kept checking his surroundings.

He looks back to check on his beloved Sawsbuck companion, only to pale at the sight. A Musharna, rotting and all, surrounding the doe in bright lights before making Pure vanish into thin air. Panic choked him, gasping for breath as he screamed. "NO!" He scrambled to the psychic type ready to murder the shit out of it, but at the edge of the sight the bastard Zebra had been teleported too, and within moments the dreamer was gone with the wind. "Fuck!" Prince snarls, slamming a fist onto the ground.

He was barely paying attention to anything around him, and especially not the Axew in which he simply offered; "Just fall back, kid," His tired body was creaking, his armor stained with massive amounts of gore and blood. Overhead was a voice, the Gardevoir's. "We're going to try and clear a path!" He nods, getting up slowly while slamming his tail around against any undead. "I'll stick around for a bit more, but I'll have to go find Pure soon..."

[OOC: Not his leaving post. He'll leave after a couple of rounds.]

[OOC: Skip.]

The Magical Leaf enhanced pine needles cause chaos as the Gardevoir cheerfully flings them into the undead horde. Even with the aura of shimmering rainbows giving them a blade like edge the dark green pine needles do not do as much damage as the earlier larger leaves he had taken from the Sawsbuck who's broken horn the Psychic type still clutched as a trophy.
However although they cut smaller wounds they also sink deeper into the rotting flesh, speckling rotting hide with spots of blood as the leaves plunge deep into rotting muscle.
Some of the less intelligent undead start to panic at the sensation although their nerve endings have been numbed by death and almost comically try to flee into the undead behind them, starting a few minor scuffles as the dead pokemon begin to fight with each other.
Half perched on Hayato's back the Gardevoir leans in low against the Honchkrow's bloodied black feathers, feeling the wind of acceleration on his feathery head fins as the great charcoal black bird once again gleefully leaps into the slaughter.
A spray of semi-congealed dead blood spurts in the air as the Honchkrow's red stained beak plunges deeply into the muscled neck of a bellowing Sawsbuck and, with a neat twist of his head, severs through tendons and bone as he opens his beak wide and leaves undead's surprised looking head dangling from only a strand of furred skin.
With sudden appearance and disappearance of the teleporting psychic and the loss of support from the other two equines they were even more outnumbered.
Tearing at the rotting flesh of the undead with long curled talons the Honchkrow caws loudly the deep powerful cry suitable of the species known as Summoner of the Night and appears to swell with a malevolent aura enlarging his presence, his merciless blood colored eyes glaring at the undead in front of him.
Flicking open his bloodied wings the large bird struts across the bloodied ground like a malevolent spectre, scattering a few straggly black feathers as he beats his wings powerfully and whips up a powerful wind as he caws violently and tears into the animate corpses in an attempt to create a path of broken bloodied bodies to allow the black skinned armoured dragon to break free as the Axew has and make a retreat towards the human settlement of Iccirus City.
Kaze stands beside him, close enough for a few black feathers to fall on him, and destroys any undead attempting to flee with powerful blasts of fighting spirit from his hands, the rainbow edged blades of leaves he scoops from the mud or, pointing at the sky, a bolt of fierce electrical energy he summons from the sky itself.
The Gardevoir smiles as he does so as if each body falling writhing to the floor with a burning hole punched through their rotting body was just another point on the scoreboard.
Under his breath he once again starts to sing to himself.
And another one bites the dust."
Already thanks to the combined efforts of the two undead herd is starting to thin at a point where the shining Haxorus might just be able to charge through the thinning ranks.
As they fight the two keep close to each other, watching out for any threat the other might have missed and dealing with it.
A few drops of sweat trickle down the Gardevoir's face as he tries to call the magical aura around the leaves in his grasp and the flicker of rainbow light around them fizzles and dies. The Psychic throws down the now useless leaves and concentrates on alternating blasts of energy and lightning.
Hayato too is beginning to tire. Although he strikes powerfully at the undead, his thoughts of darkness making every attack a devastating strike, his movements are staring to slow. Nervously he moves one dark grey scaled leg from the ground, his long taloned toes curling up.
He was not so stupid as to continue this fight and he wants to simply grab Kaze and take flight to rest and recover.
Hopefully soon the Haxorus will break free or die so they can flee. Only the Gardevoir's insistence at staying prevents him from flying off to hunt down the little Axew alone.
"Hurry it up." The black feathered bird says under his breath impatiently.

((Note, since neither Emissary or Nerine are in this RP yet, I'm gonna have to control their positioning a bit. If there's anything you two aren't okay with, I'll fix it ASAP. >.<))


Emett paced back and forth in front of his siblings, Nerine and Emissary. The three of them had traveled quite far from their cozy forest in Johto, coming to a decimated city. From the woods on the western side, Emett could barely make out craters dotting the terrain, near the ruined houses. Those craters made him shudder. They reminded him far too much of what had happened to his home. Closing his eyes, he listened to the night, hushing his siblings. He could hear sounds coming from the city, dull though they were. Someone, or something, was there. His flame burned brightly as he thought of a course of action.

If they went into the city, there was a chance that whatever they found would attack them. However, if they kept on traveling during the night, they could get separated, or ambushed. Was it better to risk dying knowingly or not? Turning to the two smaller pokemon in front of him, he proposed the question. "What do you two want to do? Keep moving, or go in?" He would take their opinions into account, but he would make the ultimate decision for them. He would see them both safe.

Emissary stared in silent contemplation at their surroundings, daring not make a quip or joke until they had better barrings of their surroundings, his violet eyes scanning the area around them cynically before turning back toward Emett in response to his question Emissary then gave his opinion. "If we go in maybe we'll be able to find items of use, like maybe unscavenged food stuffs inside those cylinder metal containers we've seen before, or maybe something of use for protection against the reanimated?" he suggested in a hopeful tone, clacking his maw for a second staring at the ground blankly for a moment as if suddenly lost in deep thought before continuing now in a calmer slower manner he continued "The thought of food is enough for me to want to go in, what do you think Nerine?" he spoke before turning his bulbous head toward his imposingly long serpentine sister.

Emissary didn't want to seem only prioritized on food, but being a carnivore in a undead armageddon was going to leave him with a protein gap and he knew it all too well. Ether way he was willing to obey Emett's end decision, loyal to his sibling's whims, but then a thought hit him, suddenly piping up again to the point he was hopping up and down he began to exclaim in glee " Oh oh! I could dig and scout ahead to see if it's clear! Then we'd have no reason not to go into the town!" The enthusiasm of preforming his natural talent bluntly obvious as his mind began to race on about what excitement or rewards may be inside the town, waiting to be reaped. He was in a conflict now, giddy with hope and energy, and attempting to repress these behaviors with forethought and patience.
" and uh, If I see any threats I'll let loose a pillar of Lava and fire with my Earth power then dig back too you guys as soon as possible? " he added as if this ludicrous and dangerous suggestion would even cross into the plain of recognition as a serious statement to his brother who as far as he could tell was not enthusiastic about his suggestion.

Twisting his body around and with a blank grin supplementing the cheerful vacantness in his gaze the Gardevoir leaps forwards and grips tight to his opponent.
Squealing loudly in a battle fury, long fangs arranged around a sucker mouth rimmed with red the hovering eel-like pokemon flails with its toothed arms in an an attempt to remove the clinging Psychic from its back as Kaze holds on tight to it.
The broken Sawsbuck horn the cheerful Gardevoir puts to a good use.
The creature stares up at him with a baleful red eye and, as hard as he can, Kaze drives the more pointed end of the broken horn through it. The eye explodes into a foul gooey mess as the horn pierces it, inky humours running down its navy and purple blotched rubbery skin as the creature writhes harder.
Holding on tight with his frilled 'skirt' the Gardevoir places the hand not holding the horn still over the less jagged end and presses hard against it, trying to nail the horn in with harder and harder blows to the horn's base.
The undead's skull, already weakened by the disease that ran rampant across its decaying form, fractures under the strain and the creature goes crazy.
It bucks and writhes in a way that would put a rodeo tauros to shame, even rolling over on the muddied ground to try and force the Psychic Type off. Holding on for his life Kaze merely grits his teeth and hits the horn one more powerful blow.
The Electric Type's skull cracks and splinters, the tip of the horn touching the disgusting eel thing's brain.
It raises its sinous length up as far as possible, its toothed hands still struggling to tear loose the Gardevoir and its wide jaws dripping disease laden saliva.
Kaze smiles down at it, beneath the cheerful expression his face as cold and chilly as that of a demon and smashes the horn straight through its brain. The pointed tip actually plunges straight through the other side of the creature's skull in a froth of dead grey-white brain matter.
As the last of the generated energy that kept the creature afloat fades and dies Kaze leaps off the creature with equal grace, his emerald eyes fixing on the Haxorus ahead.

Now there were only three or four undead seperating them but there were still too many red eyes gleaming around them to completely clear the path for the large dragon to escape. If only he hadn't evolved the Gardevoir could have asked Hayato to carry him out...
"Come on, this way!" He calls to the shining Dragon in hopes that the deep grey scaled reptile could shove through the remaining few undead seperating them and too make a run for the comparitive safety of Iccirus City. "Just a little bit more!"
"No time." The Honchkrow caws harshly in his ear and once again the Psychic Type feels the familiar sensation of long black talons digging into his shoulders and carrying him away from the battle. Two Sawsbuck's plant their hard hooves where the Gardevoir had hovered before. Snorting in confusion they raise their rotting head to the sky.
"But Hayato-!" Kaze protests as the Honchkrow wings away from the battle with him dangling below in the grip of his long taloned feet.
"Resting for the next battle is priority now. The Haxorus will be fine if he battles any longer but you won't be." The Dark Type cooly overrides him, dropping the Gardevoir to the ground near the enterance to Iccirus City. Kaze reluctantly nods he understands the charcoal feathered bird's point of view.
"I'm going to go find that Axew." Hayato ruffles his feathers, running his beak across the Gardevoir's cheek in a guesture of farewell.
"Make sure he's safe o.k?" Kaze tells the Dark Type before leaving to explore the city before him.

Hayato slips again into his battle fury, the great black bird revelling the slaughter around him.
Kill.
The bloody beak stabs down and tears out a red eye.
Kill.
Long black talons plunge through rotting hide to tear at tendons and shatter bone in their powerful grasp.
Kill.
Charcoal black wings tips stirr up lacerating blades of air and smack powerful into anything that falls.
Kill.
The Honchkrow moves slowly forwards, cutting a trail of bloody red behind him. A deep anger burns in the bird's bloody crimson eyes as he slashes and tears and stabs at anything fool enough to come close. From his red smeared beak emerges the deep terrifying cry of the creature called the Summoner of the Night as he works himself up into as frenzy of bloodlust, dark thoughts of killing and killing and killing painting even sweeter pictures of carnage on the inside of his eyelids as he joyfully murders any red-eyed undead stupid enough to try and approach him.
The fierce joy of death surrounding him is mingled in with his even greater frustration. Corpses fall around him, the glow of unlife in their ruby eyes fading away to nothingness and blood soaks his feathers but he cannot eat any of the corpses as he wants to.
Hayato's rampage is one of a deep anger; this is a slaughter akin to a feast of unclaimed flesh and all of it too tainted to eat.
In frustration he throws away the tasty tibit of a torn loose red-tainted eye and crows loudly in frustration, his body seeming to swell to an even more terrifying spectacle of a red-eyed spectre of death as the sound rends the battlefeild.
He was so HUNGRY!
His foolish partner is still trying to get the Haxorus to follow them to safety, little realizing that now he was the one in danger.
From above the Honchkrow swoops down and fixes his claws around the Psychic's bandaged shoulders, after a few word of conversation dropping Kaze near the enterance to Iccirus City. Hopefully he would be safe there until he returned.

"I'm going to go find that Axew." Hayato says as he ruffles his feathers and runs his beak across the Gardevoir's cheek in an affectionate gesture of farewell.
"Make sure he's safe o.k?" The Gardevoir naively asks of him.
Hayato doesn't answer before flying off. Kaze should know by now that if he saw a small uninfected pokemon walking alone he would eat it.
Hayato wipes the blood from his beak off against the tree bark and cleans his talons in the same way. It was really impossible to tell if all of those he had killed were beyond the infectious stage and the Big Boss Pokemon didn't want to accidentally contaminate the meat he was trying to eat.
In irritation he fluffs up his feathers again. He needed to dig his beak into some flesh quickly.
Spreading his black and red wings wide the Honchkrow takes flight, circling far above the trees as he tilts his head to the side to keep an eye out for potential prey. A small dot of white in the dark forest catches his attention and Hayato spirals in for a closer look. It seems to be...a trapinch? He had never seen one in such a shade before, was it worth taking the risk to try and crack that hard outer shell only to find its meat had been spoiled?
Ah, he was hungry after all. The quicker he caught his food, the quicker he could return to looking after Kaze.
The Honchkrow swiftly dives from the tree branch, his black claws outstretched to try and fix around the strange white pokemon. He would lift it high into the air then drop it to shatter on the ground below, then he could see if its meat was spoiled...