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Well, now she'd seen everything.
There were numerous pokemon that wielded a weapon of some kind, but makney was not typically one of them. Kirsten recognized the blades they carried, as well - members of the honedge line. Ghost types. The realization struck her with a wave of dread; she was all too familiar with ghostly possession.
But upon closer inspection... something was wrong. The swords themselves looked as worn out as the wielders. As someone had already pointed out, honedge were known to drain the life force of their holder... but if that were the case, wouldn't they look healthy? These ones certainly did not.
Aaaand the group decided to barge in and start blasting. For all she knew of other worlds, this could be some kind of ritual or custom for these mankey. The idea to paralyze them all, at least, seemed... if not reasonable, then the least destructive, but it still involved charging in blind. "Doesn't anyone have a sleep move, or...?" she started, but the attack had already begun.
Drapion was stomping at the ground, grunting, and clicking his claws in irritation. Kirsten sighed. "...Fine, go then, just... try to make sure none of ours get injured." A noticeably more excited grunt followed, and then Drapion was off.
When the large primeape carrying a doublade addressed the party, Drapion plopped himself directly between the angry pokemon and his trainer, crouched low and ready to pounce. Kirsten, however, had a more diplomatic mind. "Forgive us for intruding, we mean no offense. We had reason to believe that you might have been fighting each other unwillingly. As some have said, we were brought here to find, and perhaps assist, Keldeo. That speck is our guide. Would you be so kind as to enlighten us as to the purpose of your... combat?"
There were numerous pokemon that wielded a weapon of some kind, but makney was not typically one of them. Kirsten recognized the blades they carried, as well - members of the honedge line. Ghost types. The realization struck her with a wave of dread; she was all too familiar with ghostly possession.
But upon closer inspection... something was wrong. The swords themselves looked as worn out as the wielders. As someone had already pointed out, honedge were known to drain the life force of their holder... but if that were the case, wouldn't they look healthy? These ones certainly did not.
Aaaand the group decided to barge in and start blasting. For all she knew of other worlds, this could be some kind of ritual or custom for these mankey. The idea to paralyze them all, at least, seemed... if not reasonable, then the least destructive, but it still involved charging in blind. "Doesn't anyone have a sleep move, or...?" she started, but the attack had already begun.
Drapion was stomping at the ground, grunting, and clicking his claws in irritation. Kirsten sighed. "...Fine, go then, just... try to make sure none of ours get injured." A noticeably more excited grunt followed, and then Drapion was off.
When the large primeape carrying a doublade addressed the party, Drapion plopped himself directly between the angry pokemon and his trainer, crouched low and ready to pounce. Kirsten, however, had a more diplomatic mind. "Forgive us for intruding, we mean no offense. We had reason to believe that you might have been fighting each other unwillingly. As some have said, we were brought here to find, and perhaps assist, Keldeo. That speck is our guide. Would you be so kind as to enlighten us as to the purpose of your... combat?"