Walter lifted his Marowak mask to reveal his face. "As am I." But he hadn't taken to attacking the thugs himself. Yet. He was very capable - being trained as a ritualistic murderer at least gave him the ability to handle himself in a fight - but he simply didn't see the need to, when his Pokemon were more than willing and able to do so.

There was a flutter as Darkness perched on Walter's shoulder, preening himself. Walter pet the bird just under the chin. He was working very hard tonight.

"Have you noticed any strange Pikachus yet? They look like they are costumes or soft toys, not actual creatures."