[The grunt looks about as defensive as someone can while dangling a good couple of feet off the floor. He gets a couple of syllables into invoking the ancient rule of Finders, Keepers before something cuts him off. It isn't Magellan burning all the hair off the back of his neck (though that wouldn't be unwelcome) and it isn't even Ford breaking every part of his face.
It's Mirkwood the Dartrix, who up until this point has been hopping around his trainer's ankles in a high state of agitation and utterly failing to get anyone's attention. Now he hops up between Ford and the grunt, wings pumping to keep him in the air, and starts in on what can only be described as a brutal verbal beat-down. Just, y'know, all in unintelligible Pokemon sounds.
"What the heck -- hey -- ow!"]
Mirkwood--?
[The Dartrix scrabbles at the grunt's clothing with its little owl feet until something tears. A Pokeball clatters to the ground, freed from an internal pocket. Ford stoops to pick it up.]
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[The grunt looks about as defensive as someone can while dangling a good couple of feet off the floor. He gets a couple of syllables into invoking the ancient rule of Finders, Keepers before something cuts him off. It isn't Magellan burning all the hair off the back of his neck (though that wouldn't be unwelcome) and it isn't even Ford breaking every part of his face.
It's Mirkwood the Dartrix, who up until this point has been hopping around his trainer's ankles in a high state of agitation and utterly failing to get anyone's attention. Now he hops up between Ford and the grunt, wings pumping to keep him in the air, and starts in on what can only be described as a brutal verbal beat-down. Just, y'know, all in unintelligible Pokemon sounds.
"What the heck -- hey -- ow!"]
Mirkwood--?
[The Dartrix scrabbles at the grunt's clothing with its little owl feet until something tears. A Pokeball clatters to the ground, freed from an internal pocket. Ford stoops to pick it up.]