[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Cherrygrove City | Evening [5]"The only Zoroark I've ever met is Missy, and you certainly don't want to get acquainted with her." Jose shuddered at the thought, he wasn't frankly fond of Missy, he never met her, but he heard from Cashlin's stories. The Liepard slink away, disappearing immediately, the Krokorok let out a sigh, if only he could tell Cashlin how he ACTUALLY felt about her. Though Jose was truthfully scared she might burst out laughing - or Acelin may come. Oh Arceus, ACELIN. He hated Jose, probably because the Sand Croc always hits on the girls, but the damn Luxray hated him, probably for EXISTING. Then again, Jose also loathed the Sinnoh Pokemon, always acted like Cashlin is an important existence;
'She is an important existence amigo' The other side of his mind argued, oh how much the Krokorok wanted to slap himself now.
He gave a faceplam,
"Dios mio... If only I could tell her..." he murmured, probably loud enough for Rea to hear, but he could have cared less. Jose glanced at the Charizard, then back to where Cashlin supposedly disappeared off to,
"If you ask me amigo," the Unovian Pokemon frowned,
"It's hard to tell what she's feeling." He scratched the back of his head, noticing an undead Jolteon in the distance.
"You're food! Food for GLUTTONY!" The undead aimed a Pin Missle at Rea,
"WATCH OUT!", a voice called out, from some... Undead Houndoom? Jose thought they couldn't talk, perhaps they had evolved? In instinct, Jose jumped in front of the Charizard, taking most of the Pins, he felt the stinging pain and the blood dripping across his whole body
"¡Mierda! Get off bestia, hitting ladies is rude!" Though the Sand Croc is usually scared as HELL when it comes to fighting infected, he was well aware he had an advantage against the Eeveelution. It was Eeveelution right? Whatever it was called, the Croc had not time to correct himself.
"Rea, ejecutar! Ejecutar! I got you covered!" He said, he was straining himself, forcing himself to speak, it felt like flames bursting inside of him, he may have lived in the desert, but this heat felt unbearable.
'What about Cashlin? Mi amor...' He hissed, where was she? Did she run? He felt like he was racing against time, his mind filled with worry, he'll throw down an Earthquake, that way the undead can be dealt with from afa- But Cashlin... She could still be on ground. The Croc would not risk getting her hurt.
Jose threw some salt water on himself, feeling the stinging pain, could salt water even disinfect wounds? He remembered about it help the healing proces- GUH WHAT WAS HE THINKING?! HE'S IN A BATTLE BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH ALREADY FOR ARCEUS'S SAKE! The Sand Croc hissed in annoyance, glancing back and forth between the undead and Rea. Before Jose could do anything, he noticed a blue sparks in the distance, aiming toward the Houndoom, he wasn't sure what the source was, but probably a living, since it was afterall aiming for the fire type. If that's so... He made a determined face at the electric type undead... He'll take care of that one.
Jose flung himself into the ground, digging below the battle, aware he was leaving a trail of blood following him, he didn't care though, he needed to LIVE. LIVE ONE MORE DAY, just to see Cashlin. Even if that means facing his worst fear. Though he didn't expect to go face to face with the Joltleon, he really had not choice. Digging through the dirt felt like pins and needles against his deep cuts, Jose felt like he could faint any moment... But he will not, he will not let an undead walk around Cherrygrove while he's unconscious. Especially since he JUST found Cashlin.
[Ooc: He's usually a scaredy cat, but DAMN DOES HE GOT SOME MOTIVATION O_O]