victory_road | 002. [Action for Goldenrod]

_{[Team Valor? Team Mystic? Team Instinct? PFFFF. Wrath already HAS a team! TEAM ROCKET 5-EVER!!!]

[Needless to say, there's a lot of outrage and offense going around the Rocket HQ, and while Wrath doesn't really understand the intricacies, he gets the general gist. There's a RIVAL TEAM coming to cause trouble, and he is offended.]

[So while there's a few Rockets who conceded to join one of the three taking on Team Skull, the only colors Wrath is interested in flying are the classic Rocket red and black, and he's not interested in sitting on the sidelines, either. He wants to tell those numbskulls where they can stick it, so he sneaks out through all the chaos and into an alley near the Radio Tower.]

[And hides.]

[And waits.]

[Until two Skull grunts come swaggering past on their way to creep in the little-known back-door.]

[Then he leaps.]}

"BRO!!!! BRO WHAT IS THAT!! OH SHIT, IT'S GOT MAD TEETH, DOG!! GET IT OFFA ME!!!!"

"SHIT! I'VE GOT YOU DOG!! HOLD STILL!!"

_{[Scuffling sounds ensue.]

[One of the grunts is crying.]}

"IT WANTS TO EAT MY EYEBALLS!! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE, YO!! I HAVEN'T EVEN GONE TO KALOS AND EGGED LUMIOSE TOWER!! BRO!"

_{[An inhuman shriek escapes... someone (probably Wrath) as the smallest, bitiest Rocket is dislodged from where he had clamped onto the crying Grunt's back. He yowls and thrashes in the grip of the other one, whose eyes grow wide with awe above the bandanna covering most of his face. His voice is soft in wonder, even as he fights to hold onto the whirlwind of sharp teeth and gangly ten-year-old limbs.]}

"BRO... IT'S NOT EVEN A POKEMON.... IT'S... THE UGLIEST CHILD I'VE EVER SEEN. BRO... I... I LOVE HIM..."

"OH SHIT... YOU'RE RIGHT! I'M NOT EVEN ANGRY ANYMORE! LOOK AT HIS WACK HAIR!! THIS KID IS METAL AS FUCK."

"BRO.... CAN... CAN WE KEEP HIM?"

"UH, YEAH, DOG!!! GUZMA WILL LOVE HIM!!! LET'S GO SHOW HIM OFF!!"

"BRO, I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A FATHER... BRO..."

_{[The other grunt is crying again.]

[Wrath, meanwhile, has apparently realized that his kamikaze attack has gone horribly wrong.]}

--wh-- WHAT, PUT ME DOWN! I'M not going with YOU!! I'm a ROCKET!! Let me GO! AAAAAAAA!

"SHHHHH, LITTLE DUDE, IT'S OKAY! BIG SIS WILL MAKE YOU A L'IL SKULL UNIFORM AN' EVERYTHING."

NOOOOOOO!

_{[Save him.]}

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An Alolan Raticate might look a little goofy to a human, but to something a Murkrow's size, those gnashing teeth were serious business. Once both were on the ground, it wasted no time in throwing itself at Darkness again, aiming to use its heavier weight to pin the bird down.

'H-Dawg', on the other hand, is not faring nearly as well as its companion. Bombarded by the barrage of bones, it lets out a high-pitched yelp and retreats, tail between its legs. It can't exactly bite when it can't get close to the opponent without getting whacked across the snout.

Fire lights up between its teeth and it spits out a spray of embers in feeble retaliation.

The flames knocked Assumption back - but only for a moment. Then he was on the offensive again, wielding his club with the kind of mastery that came from his species and constant training. Walter had told him not to stop until the Houndour was on the floor, so that's what he would do!

On the other hand, Darkness was not faring so well. The bite on his leg made him screech out when the Raticate crushed him to the ground, flapping his wings in an effect to get airborne again. Walter waited for a moment - before recalling Darkness. Making him suffer through a fight he was clearly losing might have toughened him up, but it meant he wouldn't be able to assist Walter throughout the rest of the night. But he wouldn't give the Skulls much time to revel int heir victory as he threw another Pokeball.

This time it was Chaos who emerged, tail swishing and claws raking the ground eagerly. "Chaos, Thunder Fang the rat."

It didn't take long for the hound to topple-- and as for the Raticate, well, fighting a bird was one thing. Fighting a LION was another, entirely.

A piercing scream-squeak splits the night air as it takes the bite, writhing in Chaos's jaws. It's shortly joined by an outraged shout of "YO!! That is some SERIOUS overkill, bro!! OVERKILL! Ratta-tat-tat, come back!!"

Twin flashes light up the alley as both the Houndour and the Raticate are returned to their Pokeballs.

Wrath is still struggling in the grip of one of the Skulls, but he's not too distracted to jeer loudly.

"STUPID WEAK BONEHEADS! TEAM ROCKET RULES!"

Chaos attempted to follow her prey, snapping at the red light at took away Ratta-tat-tat. Walter caught up to her as she growled at the two Skulls, Assumption still holding his bone ready for another fight.

"He is mine. Drop him and leave." The threaten coming from his Pokemon, especially Chaos who'd been denied a 'proper' fight, was practically radiating from them as they advanced on the rival grunts.

They may have been raring for a fight, but they were NOT paid enough to deal with an electric lion without any Pokemon left to back then up.

There was a soft thud as Wrath was promptly dropped.

And then they took off down the alley.

"YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY, BRO!"

"YOU'RE GONNA REGRET THIS!! TEAM SKULL, OUT!"

Chaos gave chase for a few yards before giving a victorious roar at the retreating grunts. That's right weaklings! Flee from her and her pride!

Walter calmly walked after her until he was level with Wrath. There he stopped and turned his gaze to the younger Rocket, nodding at him. "Did they take your Pokemon?"

Wrath had clambered to his feet almost instantly, brushing himself off and scowling. If Chaos hadn't already been chasing them, he might well have sprinted off in hot pursuit of the grunts himself.

"No. They aren't with me."

He'd left all on his own.

He wanted to fight these marauding rivals himself.

There was a pause as Walter looked over him. He didn't see any immediate scars or injuries. Wrath seemed furious. He waited, weighing up his thoughts before speaking very softly.

"Are you alright?" The words sounded strange to his own ears. He hadn't asked anyone if they were okay in his life.

Fortunately, the worst that had been done to Wrath was a too-tight squeezing.

So he shook his head, still looking pissed-off. And then said, with the kind of deep conviction that only a ten-year-old can have, "I will disembowel them."

Now, Walter doesn't approve of unsolicited violence or suffering. But he wholeheartedly believes in revenge, so he doesn't discourage Wrath. Back when he was his age, he yearned to be able to stab one of his tormentors. He checked Wrath to see how serious he was about trying to kill them and nodded.

"We can find them." Between Darkness and Chaos' keen eyesight and speed, they wouldn't escape far. Wrath only needed to agree.

002. [Action for Goldenrod]

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