The Umbreon shot the Leafeon a predatory glare. Flint drew closer to Desmond, his back hunched as he circled around him. "So, you like to cause trouble?" he asked.

"Depends what kind of trouble we're talking about," Desmond flatly replied, certain of the outcome of this argument, judging from Flint's furious haste as his piercing red eyes glared at the Leafeon.

Flint laughed. It was an unconvinced laugh. "Don't even try to play games with me. You want to kill us all!"

Desmond was blown away by this. Even those who remained to watch the argument stared in awe. He was no murderer...not anymore...

"What do you mean by that?" Desmond asked, with a bright interest in his voice. He knew that Flint was not going to put up with Desmond anymore but this was pushing it too far. Throwing false accusations at him was something he did not tolerate.

"I know what you've been doing at night. You've been planning on how to take us all out! You and a big bunch of Houndoom! One of 'em even told me himself!"

Desmond's heart sank as the eyes of the Pokemon pried on him. He snarled at Flint. "You're actually gonna believe that, Flint?"

Flint laughed and smirked at the Umbreon. "Yeah! They even offered me some money to slay you on the spot!"

"Flint, please stop it!" Alia pleaded with her brother, laying a comforting paw to lead him away, which he promptly shook off.

There were no Pokemon left to spectate the fight. They were simply too frightened. Their forest was not a place of violence, and this was just too much for them to handle.

Desmond returned the smirk. "Why don't you come kill me right now?" Flint snarled and leaped at Desmond. Desmond idly stood there for a moment, blankly staring at him as if to taunt him. At the last possible moment, Desmond closed his eyes, his rings illuminating. He caught Flint in mid-air, holding him mere inches away from his face. Desmond opened his eyes. With a bright flash of his rings, he threw the Leafeon back into a tree. He hit the tree with a painful thud, falling flat on his face to the ground.

Alia gasped sharply, making to run to her brother before he stood back up, his head and back drilling with pain. He snickered.

Desmond tilted his head and returned the smirk. "Something funny?"

Flint began to whistle. A pleasant lullaby reached Desmond's ears. The Umbreon slowly closed his eyes, wobbled from side to side, and collapsed on his side, asleep. Flint jumped, rolled in the air, and slammed himself down on Desmond's side. In his deep sleep, Desmond let out a sharp painful cough.

Flint began to swipe at Desmond's face, leaving faint scrapes. Desmond's eyes then flashed open, and he snapped his mouth shut around Flint's brown paw. He snarled madly, clamping his mouth around Flint's paw, digging his sharp fangs into it, drawing blood. Despite Flint's howls of pain, he continued to crunch at his paw. Just a little more, and his paw will break, his hateful mind whispered with a crazed violent insanity.

"Desmond stop it!" Alia rushed over to her brother, who was in undeniable pain. Desmond released his hold on Flint and shoved him off. Dark maroon blood caked around the Umbreon's mouth like Jinx's lipstick as he bared his fangs. "Get lost Flint before I change my mind."

Flint groaned loudly in pain, his paw pulsing in a numb, but stinging pain. He could not walk on that paw, so when he arose, he stumbled his way into the forest, but not before cursing at Desmond.

Desmond looked over to Alia, and remembered the blood smears on his mouth. Her brother's blood. She looked clearly terrified to Desmond. "Alia, I-"

"Desmond, just-" she made to scold him for nearly ripping her brother's paw clean off, but then tears streamed down her cheeks. The Umbreon walked over to her, his back feeling as if a Golem had fallen clean on it. "I'm sorry.." It was all he could really say. He couldn't kiss her, or even hug her. He was in too much pain. The female Glaceon sniffled, looking up to Desmond with her teary blue eyes. "He..he can just be so stubborn sometimes.."

"Shh..." Desmond comforted. "Go check on your brother. See if he's doing okay," he whispered in a gentle, loving voice.

Alia nodded, and slowly turned away, following her brother's trail. She never asked about the Houndoom.