"..."

Scythe stood on top of his 'home', which was merely dug into a mountain's cliff, overlooking the city of Wisp. His long black scarf trailed through the wind, seemingly pulses in time with the Pokémon's heartbeat. The large parchment was clenched in his clawed hands, which were not transformed into their blade forms just yet - it's not practical for everyday life, after all. "Hope's Eyes, hn?" He whispered into the wind, clenching the letter into a small ball and allowing it to drift out into the sky. They wanted him for his expertise in the more..,adult method of dealing with enemies, as most Pokémon in this world shied away from blood and death. His agility, strength, and stealthy prowess was also a redeeming factor.

"Hopefully this will be a challenge..."

In a blink of an eye, Scythe disappeared from his perch, his speeding form only a blur to even the most trained eyes.