Flyg0n
Flygon connoisseur
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Clink shook their head. "No, Keldeo is not the leader, at least not on this world. Once, he was a student of theirs but these days he is so proficient he is nearly their equal."“But uh, Mr. Klink said he was just one of the group. If he was the leader, I’d like to think he would’ve said so.” His gaze darts towards the floating keys. “Um, am I right?”
They glanced at Shou'an. "Although that is very interesting... Do you mean to say that Keldeo is the leader where you are from, even though he is weaker than the others?"
As they drew closer to the noise, Sada would note cream colored tufts of fur here and there, and a distinct sets of tracks in the softer patches of dirt. Two toes in the front, and one in the rear.Before moving closer to the source of the noise, she carefully observed their surroundings, looking for anything unusual or that stood out to het.
Tracks, berries, strange rocks or tufts of fur, feathers, footprints - or hoofprints in this case-... anything could be useful.
Compared to where they’d landed, this island seemed much more vibrant. Thin green grass waved gently in the breeze, palm trees dotted the shore and plenty of brightly colored plants filled the land. However, the peacefulness of the island was disturbed by the most awful noise. Loud, raucous shrieking and grunting, accompanied by a terrible clanging, like metal striking metal.
There didn’t seem to be much else to do but investigate the source of the racket. A trail leads through the underbrush, and the sounds grow louder and louder. Finally, the trees open up to reveal a huge clearing. There in the center are a tumbling, furious group of brawling Mankey... holding swords? Not, not just any swords.... Honedge?
There seemed to be no rhyme or reason for the fight, with the spectator Mankey alternating between hooting in encouragement or booing, or some even throwing dirt or rotten berries at the combatants. The combatants themselves seem to be rather unbalanced as well, with a few Mankey wielding massive Aegislash swinging wildly at some Primeape and Mankey wielding Honedge.
Chaos. Sloppy sword fighting, dirt flying, and biting and hissing and spitting and rusted, chipped blades.
Clink shrank back and grimaced. “This is... not right.” Indeed, even a second passing glance it was clear something was off, dark aura flaring around the Mankey’s bodies and a strange wild light in their eyes. Even the Honedge and Doublades and Aegislash looked unnaturally... wrong somehow. Angry. Malevolent.
“They’re rowdy and love to battle but never like this.” Clink shivered. “I think we should probably stop them...”