[There is no attempt. There is only Licorice being bucked off right onto the hard ground. To which he lets out a pained hiss from the impact, which carries on as he stands up rubbing his poor back. He hates this.
He hates all of this.
Shooting Hythlodaeus a scowl, he then looks to Bat-cat as he's waddling along with the Poké balls. Right next to this giant of a meat person, too! Traitor...]
I don't really have a choice, do I?
[His expression sours even more, if that's even possible. However, it seems he's going to follow Hythlodaeus inside. Only because he's pretty sure he really doesn't have a choice.]
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He hates all of this.
Shooting Hythlodaeus a scowl, he then looks to Bat-cat as he's waddling along with the Poké balls. Right next to this giant of a meat person, too! Traitor...]
I don't really have a choice, do I?
[His expression sours even more, if that's even possible. However, it seems he's going to follow Hythlodaeus inside. Only because he's pretty sure he really doesn't have a choice.]