Riolu embraces Treecko after an argument. It's plain to see that although what was said during the spat was a bit harsh, it's ok, they both agree and reconcile. A heartfelt hug is between the two, both sides saying how great the oth-
Fear and burning pain shoot through riolu, electing a whimpering scream before a knee to his gut sends him tumbling to the ground. Adrenaline rushes through the jackal, a deep gash through his chest. They weekly paw and apply pressure to the wound, despite how this can only delay the inevitable. Eyes dilated, they gaze upwards, shivering.
Treecko's glare meets them before they even know it. Steely cold eyes then lead to a cold grin, "you know, you were always a damn mutt." The grass type leisurely walks closer, as the whimpering dog sidles away on their back. "We both know this team only works because of me, I always had to drag your sniveling behind everywhere. A child who can't even remember their own name. Thousands of poke in medical costs wasted on a brat like you."
Riolu can't even get a word out, the world refusing to go dark, fear being the only thing keeping them alive as they stew in their own pooling blood.
"I'm sure I can drag your ass to where I need it before you go dark, hearts go bad first, then the kidneys."