[h2][color=MediumSlateBlue]Raiden the Feraligatr[/color][/h2][b][Folio Town - Outskirts][/b]


A cool southern wind scattered a few stray leaves along the path. The deserted branches far from town proper whispered with the chatter of surrounding plant life. The harsh desert sun occasionally peaking in through gaps in the canopy and bringing light to the scarred visage of the lone alligator as he walked the forgotten road. His orange eyes flicking about at every sound, and shudder the ancient oak tree produced due to the desert gales.

Eventually his gaze settled for the sight directly in front of him. Far up the path, stood another reptile. Though shorter than the towering Water-type, the red and black Ground-type with it's natural 'eye mask' meeting his piercing glare with a fanged grin was none the less an unsettling sight.

[color=Crimson]"Fancy meeting you here. I was under the assumption that you preferred the cooler climate of the Water Continent."[/color]

The Krookodile's comment was met with a stoic stare from the Feraligatr as his slow stomping walk came to a halt. [color=MediumSlateblue]"You knew I'd come here."[/color]

A hearty laugh echoed out of the croc's long, pointed maw as he put a clawed hand on his hip. [color=Crimson]"Getting sick of the scent of blood are we? Raiden, Raiden, Raiden! You know that taking a vacation isn't going to get you anywhere! How very selfish of you! Your friends are out there getting things done, while you're here, talking with strangers."[/color]

The taunting of the stripped Dark-type seemed to not phase the Feraligatr as he narrowed his eyes and tilted his head forward. [color=MediumSlateblue]"You know damn well that's not the reason. The bigger question is why you're here, and why you haven't tried to kill anyone yet."[/color]

The Intimidation Pokémon's tail dragged along the ground behind him as he waltzed to his left, and put a thoughtful had to his chin. [color=Crimson]"The war, isn't the payoff. I had hoped you've realized that by now. All I want is for things to be a bit more simple. And while a war may make things simpler, I couldn't care for it. I'd rather it not happen."[/color] Turning his head towards Raiden, his beady eyes bore into Raiden's as the grin returned. [color=Crimson]"That isn't very heroic of you, is it Raiden? To want to cause a war? You do have other plans, don't you?"[/color]

The Feraligatr continued to stare, before letting off a throaty growl. [color=MediumSlateblue]"I'm just a Pokémon trying to protect what he cares about. I don't care who thinks it's heroic or not."[/color]

A shadow cast over both scarred reptiles from the leaves above as they continued to stare one another down. Minuano turning to face the Big Jaw Pokémon and tap his chin. [color=Crimson]"Then I have a question for you, Raiden. Is what you care about worth it? Lately it's been nothing but a pain in your ass. You're a predator; you could easily survive on your own like you used to. That village, and that spoiled girl, are lost causes. You just can't bring yourself to admit it."[/color]

A loud slam echoed through the foliage as the ragged old bag hit the ground next to the scarred Feraligatr's left foot. His arms positioned down towards his stomach, a long white blade of light clutched in his claws. [color=MediumSlateblue]"I'm tired of talking to you. You came here to end this, so let's do it."[/color]

A smirk crossed the Krookodile's jaws as he put out his right arm to the side. [color=Crimson]"Oh? No more chit chat? Well good, I guess we can skip right to the last part then. I like that."[/color] The three short claws glowing a menacing red before extending out into a singular sharp blade of aura. The croc's hand closed around the blade as he spun it around in a circle. [color=Crimson]"But you're wrong. I didn't come to end this, Raiden. Your death or mine won't end anything."[/color]

Minuano's arm was a blur as the crimson energy blade now positioned itself towards Raiden. [color=Crimson]"You were just alone, and you happen to owe me that eye of yours."[/color]