[center][h2][color=f26522]Gredy Silvertongue[/color][/h2][/center]

While he didn't show it, Gredy felt his stomach tighten with nerves. He didn't really want to get into a physical fight with anyone, but he couldn't stand to see this idiot try and harm his pokemon again. Thankfully through, the threat of getting the police involved was enough to make the other kid stand down and walk away. 

Only once he was gone did Gredy allow himself a sigh of relief. That... went better then expected honestly. However, he wasn't quite done yet. Turning around to look at the Cyndaquil that had been left behind, he bent down so that he was more level with the small fire pokemon... through he didn't dare try and pick him up or touch him. Being set on fire and dealing with the burns afterwards was not something that he wanted to do today. As softly as he could, he asked "[color=f26522]Hey. Are you alright? Do you have a name?[/color]"

[@Holy Soldier]