Oh, this isn't a guy who's bluffing. Hell, this isn't even a guy who can be stalled by talk.
That's going to be a problem.
The candy cane strike, at least, is not. Claude's fresh from a war in which people swung real, lethal, and much more aerodynamic weapons at him. He jumps over its swing and backwards at the same time, out of reach of an immediate follow-up swipe, and half expects to fall on his ass for it - only to find that, huh, Rocket boots have better traction on smooth floors than he expected. The kind of traction he'd expect from more practical footwear, in fact. Do their operatives really jump around in these?
Well, thoughts for another time. The candy cane threat has been dodged because Claude has high AVD, but that charging pokémon is still a very real threat. Claude's hand drops to his belt, and his Pokéballs, almost before his feet have touched ground again. "Obstruct!" he calls out desperately, almost before the Obstagoon has even appeared.
It's a damn good thing Claude's as hungry for knowledge as he is. He'd be in a lot more of a bind if he hadn't read up on what this thing could do before running off on this self-appointed mission.
Fortunately, Santa's pokémon appears to have been paying attention. The shiny Obstagoon appears ready to roadblock, and Talus will get skillfully deflected - at least for the moment.
Despite a decent Hail Mary play and a dodge that's not all that impressive considering Dirk is using perhaps the worst weapon on earth, Claude is anything but happy with his position. He hadn't wanted to engage with anyone here, and he doesn't know what he's up against. He's bought himself a few seconds, but he's still at a disadvantage - especially since this guy could call for Rocket backup at any moment, and Claude's got a feeling his little ruse will be punished with extreme prejudice if he gets himself surrounded.
And that's assuming this one guy won't be biting off more than he can chew all on his own.
"Should I be flattered you're implying you needed omniscience to catch me?" he asks, with his cockiest smile. Try to get him talking anyway. Don't let him see you sweat. Watch for the next move. There's no plans now; the future is too immediate. There's just judgment calls, moment by moment.
He'd be exhilarated, if he didn't have a team of pokémon he's gotten deeply fond of to consider.
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That's going to be a problem.
The candy cane strike, at least, is not. Claude's fresh from a war in which people swung real, lethal, and much more aerodynamic weapons at him. He jumps over its swing and backwards at the same time, out of reach of an immediate follow-up swipe, and half expects to fall on his ass for it - only to find that, huh, Rocket boots have better traction on smooth floors than he expected. The kind of traction he'd expect from more practical footwear, in fact. Do their operatives really jump around in these?
Well, thoughts for another time. The candy cane threat has been dodged
because Claude has high AVD, but that charging pokémon is still a very real threat. Claude's hand drops to his belt, and his Pokéballs, almost before his feet have touched ground again. "Obstruct!" he calls out desperately, almost before the Obstagoon has even appeared.It's a damn good thing Claude's as hungry for knowledge as he is. He'd be in a lot more of a bind if he hadn't read up on what this thing could do before running off on this self-appointed mission.
Fortunately, Santa's pokémon appears to have been paying attention. The shiny Obstagoon appears ready to roadblock, and Talus will get skillfully deflected - at least for the moment.
Despite a decent Hail Mary play and a dodge that's not all that impressive considering Dirk is using perhaps the worst weapon on earth, Claude is anything but happy with his position. He hadn't wanted to engage with anyone here, and he doesn't know what he's up against. He's bought himself a few seconds, but he's still at a disadvantage - especially since this guy could call for Rocket backup at any moment, and Claude's got a feeling his little ruse will be punished with extreme prejudice if he gets himself surrounded.
And that's assuming this one guy won't be biting off more than he can chew all on his own.
"Should I be flattered you're implying you needed omniscience to catch me?" he asks, with his cockiest smile. Try to get him talking anyway. Don't let him see you sweat. Watch for the next move. There's no plans now; the future is too immediate. There's just judgment calls, moment by moment.
He'd be exhilarated, if he didn't have a team of pokémon he's gotten deeply fond of to consider.