Hello! I'm glad to see you all again after so soon Luckily, we managed to get to the library a lot than I thought we would. I'm glad that I can write chapter 84 for all of you. Thank you, and thanks for everything, Jiro 'The Father Of Halflings' Uchiha
Scar and Simba stood at the village gates, staring at each other, the two Lions sharing a close bond, and a natural Rivalry because of their species. "Tell me why we're standing here again?" Scar asked, and Simba narrowed his pupils as the sun crooned through the clouds. "Because we're waiting." He said, and Scar frowned. "For what?" he asked, and Simba sighed. "A friend of mine." He said, and Scar rolled his eyes, his red hair glowing with his frustration. "You claim that everyone is your friend. Who could it be this time?" he asked, and Simba glanced out the Village gates, Scar's eyes following. The two Lions locked eyes with the figure, who Simba turned to greet. "Drake! It's been a while!" he said, the sailor nodding as he entered the village. "You called for me?" he asked, and Simba nodded.
"Yes. I called you because I would like to ask you a few questions." He said, and they began to walk together. "Of course." He said, and Simba glanced to Drake. "How much weight do you have in the Hoenn elite 4?" he asked, and Drake laughed. "None. Sydney is too much of a punk to listen to anyone, Phoebe is mentally challenged, as her attitude is a bit too childish for someone over two hundred years old, and Glacia is…Glacia." He said, and Simba hummed, looking to the sky. "What of the Gym Leaders?" he asked, and Drake shook his head.
"Roxanne still acts like a pompous schoolgirl, Brawly is more concerned with his exercise and surfing, Wattson is a like-minded individual, only looking for a good laugh, Flannery is still an incompetent whore of a Gym Leader, even after all of these years, Norman is busy trying to keep his son and daughter's supposed incest scandal under wraps to avoid the church, Winona is more interested in being in the sky than on the ground in her gym, Tate and Liza will listen to whoever will leave them together, and Juan? Well, I'm sure you know Juan." He said, and Simba nodded.
"I see. Wattson, Tate and Liza, and Norman are our allies. Keep them on our side, and I'll work on eliminating the rest." He said, and Drake frowned through his beard. "You plan on killing them?" he asked, and Simba hummed. He turned to his cousin. "What do you think Scar? Should we kill them?" he asked, and scar looked to the group of houses to his right. "Not all of them. As an endangered Halfling species, I'd keep the women for breeding purposes, as the crossbearers have done to us, but I would eliminate the men." He said, and Simba smiled, turning to Drake.
"What do you think?" he asked, and the dragon trainer shook his head. "Let me take care of Brawly at least. Tell me though, what are your plans for Hoenn?" he asked, and Simba chuckled. "You see, I'm helping Krom pave a path into a new era. Kalos and Hoenn are going to become blank slates for Pinwheel Village's offspring." He said, and Drake nodded. "And If I should oppose you, I would meet a slow end?" he questioned, and Simba chuckled. "No. I'd simply manipulate you into working for me. I have no quarrels with you Drake. Don't give me any." He said, and the Elite Four member nodded. "Very well then." He said, looking to the village, which was a beautiful piece of nature to the elderly Dragon Master.
Sitting down with Drake and Simba, Scar frowned. "How do you plan on taking care of Brawly, as it was so subtly put?" the Pyroar Halfling asked, and Drake sighed. "Simply. I have two ways. He loves surfing, and my dragons have no issue with hiding under the water. Either that or I defeat him in combat." He said, and Scar looked to Simba momentarily. "You think that you can out match a man who's trained his body for the past two hundred years?" he asked, and Drake chuckled. "You'd be surprised at what I can do Kalosian." He said, and Scar nodded. Drake looked to Simba. "I do have another request though." He said, and Simba nodded. "By all means, request away." He said, and Drake sighed. "I want Lance released into Hoenn." He said, and Simba's pupils widened, an indication that he wasn't happy.
"You want me to set a convicted pedophile loose in your region?" he asked, and Drake shook his head. "He claims to be the true Dragon Master. I just want to show him how wrong he is." He said, and Simba leaned back in his chair, pupils flexing back and forth between thick and thin. "You want to set him loose in Hoenn so you can hunt him and kill him for the title of True dragon Master?" he asked, and Drake chuckled. "No, just Dragon Master. Iris is the true Dragon Master. She can send out pulses of energy and communicate with her dragons telepathically, and read her Pokémon's memories. That is something that I assume is exclusive to her bloodline." He said, and Simba nodded.
"Very well, I will grant your request. However, you have two weeks to find him. If you cannot do this in two weeks, I am contacting one of my Hoenn region associates to clean up whatever messes he may cause and take him out." He said, and Drake nodded. "Very well. I understand how you feel, and accept this limitation." He said, and Scar frowned. "Why do you want to take out Brawly and Lance so bad?" he asked, and Drake looked at Scar from the brim of his hat. "I want to eliminate people who can't do their job. Brawly fails miserably, and since you will be capturing and using the female leaders as breeders for your Halfling species. Brawly has always questioned why someone of my age remained as the head of the Elite 4 when a younger candidate was available. I wish to show him that age is just a number when it comes to capability." He said, and Scar nodded.
Krom lifted his head, sensing another presence in the village that he wasn't used to. He frowned, but disregarded it, sensing it shrink as the presence moved away. "Wondering who that was?" he heard, and turned, seeing a teenage Halfling walk in the door, let in by Nibbles. Krom folded his arms, leaning back on his couch. "Who are you exactly?" he asked, and the scruffy haired Halfling bowed both respectfully and sarcastically. "My name is Taka. I am Scar's son, and Simba's nephew." He said, and Krom nodded, unfolding his arms and standing. "Well, since you are Simba's nephew, you're welcome here." He said, and the Halfling smiled, thanking Krom. "Now, you knew who that was?" he asked, and Taka nodded, an odd look on his face.
"It was Drake of the Hoenn Elite 4, negotiating various subjects with Simba and my father." He said, and Krom nodded. "I'm about to go check on my friend Kyouhei. Would you join me for the walk?" he asked, and Taka nodded. As the two exited the house, Krom frowned. "What subjects would we be talking about?" he asked, and Taka looked ahead, eyes half lidded. "First, they made the decision to eliminate all of the Gym Leaders that they couldn't consider allies." He said, and Krom frowned. "Why would they do that?" he asked, and Taka glanced to Krom. "Because, after you finish your journey, my uncle is going to use Hoenn and Kalos as two huge playgrounds for the offspring of Pinwheel." He said, and Krom nodded.
"I see no problem with that. If we cannot trust a Gym Leader to do their job properly, or even trust them not to try and harm the Halflings in any way, then how can we trust them outside of their life as a Gym Leader?" He said, and Taka nodded. "Of course. But the problem is that Drake wants to eliminate Brawly himself, and I have doubts of whether or not he will be able to accomplish that feat. Brawly is extremely physically powerful and skilled in combat after two hundred years of training with Fighting type Pokémon." He said, and Krom nodded.
"We have to trust him at least. What leaders will we be allowing to live unharmed?" he asked, and Taka smiled, a cruel, dark curving of his features. "Depends. My father suggested keeping the female Gym Leaders alive to use as breeders for future generations of Kalosian Halflings." He said, and Krom hesitated, frowning. "Why would he do that?" he asked, and Taka chuckled. "Because. Volcanion the Steam Lion and a Persian Halfling gave birth to a child, who continued to mate with felid Pokémon until my species rose about. Pyroar is technically a hybrid species. My family are the only known Pyroar Halflings, and realize how far and deep Simba's resources stretch." He said, and Krom nodded. "Say this is true, would you feel right procreating with a woman just for the purpose of keeping your species alive?" he asked, and Taka's features seemed to darken.
"No. I have set my attention on another. However, some feline Halflings, especially pride leaders, feel otherwise. My father had decided that if any of his sons do not wish to participate in this 'restoration of our species', then we do not have to. But if it comes down to it, I will do whatever is needed." He said, and Krom nodded. "I see." He said, and Taka chuckled. "Wattson only cares for a good laugh, so we can assure his allegiance. Norman can be blackmailed into being our ally, and Tate and Liza only care for each other, so that is three Gym Leaders. Flannery, Roxanne and Winona will likely become nothing but slaves for the purpose of populating the world with Kalosian Halflings. Brawly and Juan will be eliminated quickly and swiftly." He said, smiling.
Krom frowned. "What of the Elite Four themselves?" he asked, and Taka chuckled. "Drake is calling for Sydney and Phoebe to be eliminated, as they are too childish to take their position seriously. Glacia is, ironically, cold and emotionless and neutral to everything, and as for Steven? Well, him and his Metagross are supposedly traveling to Kalos to research Mega Stones. Wallace is purportedly in Sinnoh holding charity contests for the rebuilding of Hearthome City." He said, and Krom frowned. "Do you think he'll need to go?" he asked, and Taka shrugged. "That is up to you. I must go, my presence is needed elsewhere." He said, and faded into the shadows, making Krom blink, then shake his head.
Kyouhei giggled as he trained with Packer, the powerful Druddigon teaching the boy how to use evasion as an offense. Krom watched, the boy ducking under the Dragon's fist and rolling away as he turned to Krom and waved. "Krom!" he called, smiling as he ran over. "How've you been?" he asked, and Packer chuckled. "The boy is fine. His speed is quite impressive, almost makes me wonder if he is part Ninjask." He said, and Kyouhei blinked, then giggled, running off while making buzzing noises similar to a Ninjask. Krom shook his head. He looked to Packer. "Have you seen Warriorf?" he asked, and the dragon looked to the sky.
"The Smith has vanished. He was walking with no awareness, as if too deep in thought to pay attention. He headed South, the only things down there Swamplands and water." He said, and Krom nodded. "As long he's safe." He said, and Packer chuckled. "He'll be fine. He does this when he needs time to think." He said, and Krom nodded. "Tell me, do you know anything of Drake's appearance Taka forgot to tell me?" he asked, and Packer nodded. "Simba has agreed to release Lance into Hoenn for a two week period." Packer said, and Krom frowned deeply. "Why? He's a convicted pedophile." He stated, and Packer chuckled. "Because Drake hopes to eliminate Lance in those two weeks." Packer said, and Krom exhaled, relaxing. "I hope he can do it." He said, and Packer chuckled. "Oh I know he can." He said, smiling.
Warriorf hung his head, walking through the forest with his arms behind his back, and his hammer clutched in his fist. What would he do now that The Oozaru was gone? Could they truly be as much of a threat? He shook his head. He sat on the ground, which was dirty and muddy, the forest having given way for a swamp. He chuckled, looking to the swamp and wishing a horde of Swampert identical to DJ Swamp would erupt from the swampy water. He shook his head, unfurling his arms and lifting his hammer, slamming it into the ground with force. He stopped, hearing a reverberating ding when he slammed his hammer down.
The dwarf blinked, looking down as he slammed his hammer down again. A reverberating thrumming ding was what kept him still. He stood, turning and scraping away the dirt and grime atop the source of the thrumming. He came to find silver metal, frowning as he kept brushing the swampy dirt from the metal. He grabbed the rim he found, his muscles throbbing as he tugged, yanking the metal from the muddy dirt. When he succeeded, he dropped the surprisingly large chunk of metal, looking at it. He looked at it, noticing that it was heavily damaged, as if it fought long and hard before perishing. He saw the empty eye socket, realizing that the hunk of metal was a fallen Metagross.
The dwarf looked around, noticing more odd formations in the swamp, uncovering various Metagross pieces in the process. After he had enough parts to build two entire Metagross, he hoisted the huge hunk of metal over his head, trudging as he carried the near twenty five hundred pounds of metal as he nearly dragged his feet from the swamp and into the forest, needing to reach his forge, knowing that his special stash was going to come in handy right now.
Simba sat at a small table, looking over the village, closing his eyes and inhaling, opening his eyes as he watch Krom approach him. "I want to talk to you about your…. 'purging' of Hoenn." He said, sitting next to Simba, the Luxray turning to him. "What do you want to know?" he asked, and Krom frowned. "First, I want to know about Lance's release, then I want you to tell me why I wasn't invited to these meeting to determine the fate of a region I have yet to travel." He stated, folding his arms. Simba leaned back, smile on his face.
"You weren't invited because you have no experience in these matters. That is first. Second, Lance's release isn't a true 'release'. He will be set free, under close watch by both Pinwheel and Petalburg Village's forces. If he succeeds in… 'trapping' a child into his web of disgust, Petalburg Village will be punished and Lance will be immediately re-captured and brought to me so that I may have some fun with him." He said, and Krom frowned. "You mean 'slow death by torture.', don't you?" he asked, and Simba nodded.
"Of course. You need to relax Krom. Now, is anything else bothering you?" he asked, and Krom shook his head. "Why are we leaving Norman alone?" he asked, and Simba glanced out, waving to Vinci, the Smeargle having gotten off Gym duty for the day. "Well, if you haven't already guessed, his children, May, and Max, are engaged in an incestual relationship, and it's not for the sake of keeping the bloodline pure, like some Halflings of Kalos resort to, and that, is his weakness. If you expose his children and their supposedly taboo relationship, the crossbearers of Hoenn will hunt him down, and tear his gym and family apart. And if we threaten him with this fact, he will obey any orders he's given." Simba said, smiling.
"And incase you were wondering, Wattson is a jolly ol' man, and cares about nothing but laughing. He has always been the ally of whoever could make him laugh more." He said, his eyes shifting to his daughter, Sanatika, who played with Damien, the ghost and Ghost Halfling getting along well. "Tate and Liza are psychically linked twins. They'd want nothing but to remain together. Their psychic link makes them capable of reading each other's minds, finishing each other's sentences, commanding their Pokémon in a more complex, and non-vocal, fashion than most trainers can handle. As long as we don't move in on them, they will remain loyal." He said, and Krom frowned.
"Why go through so much trouble?" he asked, and Simba looked to him lazily. "Because, this is a massive game of chess. It just so happens that your side of the board has two Queens, and much stronger pawns." He said, and Krom sighed. "Fine. Is there anything else that I do not know?" he asked, and Simba hummed. "Oh yes, Chief Lesnoy, the leader of Viridian Village, awaits your arrival, and hopes that you'd arrive quickly." He said, and Krom chuckled. "I will depart again in a day or two. Lesnoy won't have to wait long." He said, and Simba nodded, chuckled, watching the Zekrom Halfling walk away, off to prepare for his journey back to Kanto.
Simba stood, walking back to the center of the Village, where the Chief normally resides, walking around back to see the entrance to the infamous Pinwheel Dungeon. Well, one of them that is. The dungeons were a huge underground tunnel system built a long time ago by Excadrill and Diglett Halflings. Walking through the tunnels, he reached the deepest part, where Vraakas used to be held, smiling as he sat in the single chair in the underground chamber. Smiling, he leaned back in his chair, liking the look of the drab chamber. "I'm surprised you haven't killed me yet." The prisoner said, and Simba chuckled. "Oh no, you won't be killed. I'm going to use you for something special." He said, and the prisoner growled. Simba chuckled.
"Relax. I have no plans for you to be harmed in any way." He said, smiling as he stood. The prisoner recoiled slightly, afraid of the Luxray. Simba chuckled. "You weren't scared of me when I stood by Krom's side as you tried to destroy him." He said, and the prisoner began to breath heavily, Simba's pupils widened, showing interest. He walked around the prisoner, who was chained standing in the center of the chamber. "Now now, you wouldn't want to give me reason to harm you, would you?" he asked, his breath making the prisoner shiver. "Don't hurt me." The prisoner begged. Simba placed his head in the prisoner's nape, chuckling as he lifted a clawed hand. "Now, why on earth would I hurt you Shira?" he asked, and his hand descended, her scream lost in the tunnels.
Hours later, Simba sat with Scar, the two feline's enjoying the crisp night air. "I heard the prisoner scream earlier." He stated, and Simba chuckled. "And what of it?" he asked, the Pyroar Halfling frowning. "I become concerned when my cousin heads to the dungeon and then our only prisoner screams in horror." He said, and Simba sighed. "She thought I was going to kill her, or make her suffer as she bled out." He said, laughing as he shook his head, and Scar nodded. "I see you did not answer my question." He said, standing. "Do you really think that I would hurt her?" he asked, and Scar frowned. "Honestly cousin, I wouldn't be surprised. I do not even know why she is a prisoner." He said, and Simba frowned. "Incase it was lost in the Arceus hum-drum, she was captured in an assassination attempt." He said, and Scar frowned.
"Who was she trying to kill?" he asked, and Simba shrugged. "No one knows. Packer captured her before she could make a move. Saria read her mind, knowing that the only thing she found was a lust for blood. She wanted someone dead, and I'm going to Torment her until she tells me everything." He said, and the Pyroar shook his head. "What would your father say about this?" he asked, and Simba chuckled, glancing to the night sky. "My father did what was needed. So do I. If someone tried to kill the Allfather's Chosen, would you truly be so kind?" he asked, and the Pyroar sighed, shaking his head as he walked away. As his cousin's figure shrunk, Simba began to laugh. "I'm surprised he managed to put up with me that long." He said, exhaling as he stared at the moon.
Warriorf slammed the hammer down, his thick, heavy muscles throbbing and pulsating as the hammer stuck down again and again. The dwarf worked with no shirt on, the embers scorching his flesh as he worked. Deciding to leave Castle Face and Twiggy alone, he forged with an anvil made from various bits of metal from Steel Pokémon he defeated and metals he had stolen in his younger days. The hammer came down again, the molten metal reforming as the intense hammer strikes reshaped it, reformed it. The dwarf's eyes, burning orbs of crimson and determination, watched the molten metal as he slammed the hammer into it, his muscles releasing sweat as he nearly barked in an ancient language known only to some Pokémon. The language was filled with sounds that would make upper-classmen wince at the lowborn sound of it, the dwarf lifting the piece of metal and slamming it into the oil as flames erupted, reflecting of the eyes of the adamant dwarf.
Krom sat with Homika, Saria and Orzhov having decided to spend time together, the boy trying to get over how nervous he was around Fairy type Halflings. "I see you've taken a liking to Orzhov." Krom said, his arms wrapped around her waist as she nodded. "I like the kid." She said, and Krom chuckled. "How old is he?" she asked, and Homika shrugged. "Judging from how advanced he is, I'd say eight, maybe nine." She said, and Krom nodded. "I'm glad to see you so happy." He said, and she smiled, crooning her neck back to look at him, her frozen horns grazing his forehead. "Are you sure that you're happy and all, with me being an Ice Halfling?" he asked, and Krom chuckled. "Of course I am." He said, and she smiled.
Nearly finished with his project, Warriorf took a break, exhaling as the sweat ran off him like a waterfall. Stepping out of his large forge, he noticed Packer standing outside of the forge, meditating. The one eyed Dragon looked at him, a smile in his face. "Tell me, what are you working on?" he asked, and the dwarf chuckled. "A weapon." He said, and the Druddigon chuckled. "I see. Come, Simba wishes to speak to you." He said, and the dwarf nodded, following the dragon to see the Halfling.
The walk was long, but the two managed to talk the way there. "Tell me, what have I missed whilst at work?" he asked, and the Dragon chuckled. "Scar, Simba's cousin, made the decision that all female figures of power in Hoenn that are not allies are to become breeding material for Kalosian Halflings. Drake, the Hoenn Elite Four Leader, is to eliminate Brawly and Lance, who is to be released into Hoenn soon. Norman, Wattson and Tate and Liza are the only ones who will be left alone, whilst Juan will suffer an unknown fate." He said, and the dwarf nodded.
"Methinks that these are good choices. But, indulge me some. What do you think the cat wants with me?" he asked, and the dragon chuckled, the Luxray Halfling smiling across the way. The dragon turned, leaving as the dwarf got closer. Standing next to the Halfling, he looked to him. "What is it clawed one?" he asked, and Simba sighed. "Come with me." He said, placing his hand on the dwarf's head and teleporting them. They were in a huge desert, the dwarf looking to Simba. "This is a Hoenn desert. This is likely going to be much larger than your battlefield with Arceus, so I brought you here to prove a point." He said, his pupils narrowing.
Drake entered the Dewford Gym, Brawly still beating a punching bag with surprising agility and efficiency. "Drake." He said, turning, his muscular figure remaining in a fighting stance as he moved slightly. "Brawly." He said, nodding. The lean muscled, old dragon trainer watched the every move of the younger, fit fighting trainer, his hat left at the door. "I think I have an idea what you came here for." He said, and Drake chuckled. "Very good. Then I won't have to talk very much." He said, and Brawly nodded. "Should we just jump into it?" he asked, walking closer to Drake, the Elite Four member nodding as they closed in on each other.
Brawly swung his fist, Drake catching it with ease. Brawly seemed slightly shocked at the movement, and Drake chuckled. "Is that the best you have for me?" he asked, shoving his hand away. Brawly swung his fist again, Drake leaning away and swinging his own fist, Brawly jumping back before jumping forward, swinging his left fist, Drake catching it and swinging his own left fist, Brawly throwing his head to the side, Drake shoving his hand back and catching him by the throat. He chuckled as he lifted the Gym Leader into the air. He watched Brawly flail, his hundreds of years of physical training seemingly wasted as the dragon trainer held him up with ease. "There is a reason why we are the Elite Four." He said, squeezing as Brawly's face turned a darker blue than his hair.
He threw Brawly across the room, the Gym Leader crashing into exercise equipment as he called out in pain. Drake reached to his waist, drawing a rapier, very pirate-like in design, and plunged it into Brawly's neck. "You brought this upon yourself. You could have become an ally of ours, but you chose to fight to the bitter end. I hope whatever god you pray to can honor that, because we will not." He said, and Brawly gasped as Drake pulled the blade out, the blood flowing freely as the Gym Leader bled out on the floor of his own Gym. Drake grabbed his hat on the way out. "Good day to you Brawly." He said, tipping his hat before setting off.
Krom smiled, rocking with Homika in his arms. "Can we adopt him?" she asked, and Krom stopped, blinking. "You want to adopt Orzhov?" he asked, and she nodded. "You want me to adopt a Halfling who is two thirds my age, maybe more?" he asked, and she nodded. "He looks up to you, and he thinks of me like a mother. I think it'd work." She said, and he sighed. "Give me another reason to agree with you." He said, and she hummed. "You healed his Chespin, who has been spending time with Nibbles, the Stealth Rangers and Stalin, and the rest of our Pokémon." She said, and he sighed. "Very well then. You may have your way." He said and she giggled, childlike excitement in her voice. "Thank you so much!" she said, whirling around and hugging him. He smiled, holding her in his arms tightly, thankful that he could make her so happy.
Shira quivered in the dungeon, exhausted muscles straining and body nearly dissipating from starvation. Why had she agreed to try and kill Saria? Why? Why had she let her mother convince to become an enemy of a village she actually was intrigued by? She heard noises, and realized that someone was coming. She hoped it was Simba, coming to taunt her again, but when she saw the shape of the shadow, she realized that it wasn't Simba. She began to shake in fear, scared of who might come to kill her, harm her, or worse. She closed her eyes as a chuckle filled the room. She opened her eyes and froze, realizing that her current guest was Taka, Scar's son, the twisted, black maned Pyroar having no good intentions in his eyes.
Simba smiled, looking to the dwarf. "I want you to know that you will have to use everything you can to defeat Arceus. Your 'secret stash' as you called it, is it capable of being put to use against Arceus?" he asked, and the dwarf laughed, a loud raunchy sound that made Simba's brow rise. "Of course Catman. I've already used it in a current project that is nigh on complete. I just needed a large surge of electricity for the final part of it." He said, and Simba nodded. "I will get Krom and we will make sure that your project is complete before your trainer departs for Kanto." He said, and the dwarf nodded. "For this, I thank you." He stated, and the Luxray Halfling frowned deeply, angered. "I must depart." He said, and he turned to leave.
"But I must ask you, do you truly think that your hammer is enough to defeat Arceus?" he asked, and then disappeared into a sandy gust of wind.
Simba reappeared in the dungeon, finding Taka dragging his sharp claws across Shira's back, trails of blood starting to pool on the ground. "What are you doing!?" Simba screamed, and Taka recoiled in shock and fear. The shock peeled away, the collected, but twisted visage returning. "I was simply trying to get all of the information out of her that I could." He said, smirking. Simba bore his teeth, and Taka frowned. "Would you really slay your kin for a mere prisoner?" he asked, and Simba snarled. "She is much more than that." He said, and grabbed Taka by the back of the head, balling up his midnight black hair in his hand as he dragged him from the Dungeon's.
Scar was a man who expected many things. However, his cousin dragging his son by the hair while half shifted was NOT one of those things. "What happened?" he asked as Simba threw him into the house, Taka crashing through a table before rebounding and roaring at Simba. The feline opened his mouth slightly, his cackling growl causing the younger Halfling to back down. "Your son here was dragging his claws down Shira's back when I found him." He asked, and Scar looked to Taka. "Is this true Taka?" he asked, and Taka's ears drooped as his head sunk. "Yes Father." He asked. Scar nodded.
He turned to Simba. "What do you wish to do with him?" he asked, and Simba frowned. "We can send him to Lesnoy, or perhaps Petalburg. Maybe the dungeons… or we could send him to Jazal." He asked, and taka's eyes widened. Scar looked to him. "Drawing Blood from one of the Chief's personal Prisoner's is infact a very serious crime in Halfling society. Perhaps if you spent more time with your nose in a book then our business you'd know that." He said, and Simba chuckled. Scar looked to him. "I apologize for his bumbling. Tell Jazal to come personally to pick him up." He said, and Taka began to shake in fear of his Kanto native uncle.
The dwarf chuckled, lifting his hammer up and slamming it down, his anger flowing through the hammer as the desert cracked, tornadoes of sand and gusts of wind exploding across the desert, Pokémon being thrown about like paper. Screams of the innocent were heard as the dwarf exhaled deeply. His eyes had become red with sheer rage as he lifted his head, a snarling grimace on his face, the drunken smith having peeled away for the warrior within. He grit his teeth, the force used enough to rend flesh from bone. "With rage as my forge, my hammer can smite anything."
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