Nokes, despite his gory appearance and evident fatigue, had stood strong in the face of a true monster. His stature hunched, the blood oozing from his wounds now pooling about his aching form, the shiny had stood immovably in front of what seemed his only chance of survival – the sobbing Ralts with healing abilities. Yet when the demonic bird approached, content with his torture of the group, to push the small psychic aside, Nokes found his muscles silent to the mind’s command. He could manage only a savage growl, glare following the Xatu until it disappeared altogether. Even then, the Manectric stared after it – entranced by the Harbinger’s truly, godly power. It was gone, but there was no telling exactly how long.
"I-Is it g-gone?"The child’s hesitant utterance brought Nokes back to proceedings. He blinked hard, hissing at the sensation of the rough pebble slicing against his delicate eyelid, before snapping his bloodstained head to the others. No one was without injury. To think the bird had committed this chaos so effortlessly was flourishing into an obsession, the electric-type both awed and terrified at the ferocious display. The damned creature was probably still watching them, smirking from the shadows as they attempted to recover.
"H-help! Please! Get it off! GET IT OFF! PLEASE!"Head throbbing in agony, entire face a mass of stinging pain; it was unsurprising that the little noise from his company was received badly.
“Shut up!” He snapped, venomous temper weakened only by his exhaustion. There was no hiding the pain that oozed from his demands.
“All of you. Just shut the fuck up,” His features contorting into an ugly snarl, the canine staggered forward, wanting to put these fools out of their misery. Of course, he lacked the strength to take his typical approach of tearing out their throats but perhaps obliging their wishes would be enough. His shoulder was a mess, tendons exposed in a gory display as each delicate footfall brought him, wincing, closer to the trapped chimp.
With a ruthless tug of the dismembered tail, accompanied by a hushed groan of pain from the exertion, Nokes set the monkey free. Crying about a little blood –
pathetic. The hound kept a ruthless, one-eyed glare on the snivelling creature, leaving him with an image of something worth sobbing about. It was only Nokes’ pure determination, ego and boost of energy from the Ralts that was keeping him standing, if only just. To think these survivors were tortured by a few unpleasant images was laughable. They knew not the meaning of pain.
Turning, his single eye seeking out the psychic, Nokes had intended to return to the medic’s side but his body thought otherwise. One step and his fore-leg gave way, the hound staggering forward to only just catch himself from greeting the dirt face-first. Hiding the surge of pain that had rocketed up to his shoulder in the movement, he sought out the tree trunk for support, breathing heavily yet refusing to fall. He stood determinedly, head held high above the weaklings surrounding him as he barked at the Ralts.
“You,” He gestured to the creature with a weak flick of his paw – lifted from the ground in fear of provoking further damage.
“Whatever you did earlier, do it again. That… healing thing – quickly,” No sooner had he spoken however, did an aristocratic chuckle descend from above – a single white feather soon dancing before the hound’s vision.
“That was hilarious,”Nokes’ frown deepened to terrifying levels, his eyes lingering on the fallen feather before straining to catch glimpse of its careless master. The creature that elegantly floated onto the scene was something the canine had never seen – a dragon almost angelic in its appearance. Yet it’s snickering, the wicked grin on its feature ensured that it would have no right to heaven. Calvin’s heart was as black as his own.
The Togeren had watched the majority of the spectacle from afar, too cowardly to endanger his own safety for a better seat to the show, but satisfied with the gory entertainment nonetheless. As soon as the Xatu, the victor, had slipped away, Calvin had thought it appropriate to admire the demon’s handiwork. Floating above the bloodied area, pristine-white form illuminated by the afternoon sun warm on his back, the dragon had been unable to silence the chuckles that had followed. They had most spectacularly been put in their place. Each and every one of the bird’s victims was down for the count – sporting all manner of delightful injuries as they sobbed in a chorus of wails, yet to Calvin’s surprise not one of them was dead. Well, not yet at least.
Floating down to join the invalids, the dragon let his eyes wander across each creature in turn, smiling unpleasantly as he shamelessly studied each individual injury.
Such a variety! Calvin was impressed. But still, no deaths – perhaps the Xatu wasn’t quite as almighty as the Togeren had initially thought. Regardless, he’d put on a show gory enough to satisfy the dragon’s hunger for violence, the level of macabre capable of competing even with his treasured Orre Games. Unable to thank the psychic himself, the Togeren thought he could live up to his species’ title and offer the wounded a little assistance for their performances. He hoarded a mass of stolen goods in one of the abandoned homes, certain that a couple of potions and berries would come as a blessing for the bloodied saps before him.
“Fuck off,” Calvin frowned at the snappy greeting, turning to find the welcome had come from the bloodied Manectric. He snorted, half-amused that a command was coming from a creature so evidently haggard.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” He began sarcastically.
“I was gonna… you know, help you and all, but it looks like you’re all good. Got everything covered haven’t you, Cyclops?” Nokes’ growl was demonic.
“Well, considering I’m not needed, I’ll just get out of your way…” Calvin, flashing a wicked grin at the hound, turned to leave, stepping over a lone, bloodied tail as he strolled from the group. Moving painfully slowly, his healthy form ethereal amongst the bloodshed, Calvin had no intention of going anywhere. He wanted to hear these fools
beg for his help. They had fallen this far, surely they could fall even further?
(( Another asshole for the team, lol. ;D ))
