[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.] New Bark Pokecenter \ Early Night \ [28] No mercy.
Javolt does not hesitate in attacking the Dewott he now realizes to be infected, skilfully locking onto the Water Type's scent with Odour Sleuth.
The Psychic Type at his side, stuttering from fear, he positions himself in front of before recklessly charging straight for Taki, gleefully wanting to leap straight into the fray.
His eyes are ice cold with determination.
"
Stay here." He barks at the Wobbuffet, confident in the many defences he has managed to put up in such a short time.
Then almost calmly he strides out the electronic pokecenter doors.
His hind leg is still giving him pain from where the Undead Dragonite had attacked him and he avoids putting weight on it as he breaks into a powerful loping run, head faced down and his faded yellow mane blowing in the wind.
Taki is running his Scalchops along the boards he had used to barricade the windows, laughing to himself and taunting them into a fight.
Any doubt in Javolt's mind about the Dewott evaporates instantly.
Taki had helped in the fight against the Dragonite, he had helped Javolt heal his leg, he had helped prepare the pokecenter against attacks and gathered food to them but know he was infected, now he was a
criminal Javolt would kill him without the slightest regret.
The aged manectric wastes no time on warnings or hesitations.
Instead he leaps straight at Taki with blue sparks of electrical energy illuminating the corners of his mouth and outlining each of his long curved teeth as he tries to fasten his jaws around the Dewott's wrists and chew off his hands before he can use his blades.
No mercy, never any mercy for those condemned.
The scarred manectric's eyes are ice cold.
((OOC: Permission to add to Javolt's scars is given))