Bodies of both wounded and dead men lay strewn about the outpost as two creatures rampage throughout it all. An Incineroar grabs one of the masked trainers by the arm and whips them in a circle before throwing them into the fist of an Urshifu as it dug itself into the gut of the trainer. With a meek groan they crumple to the ground and the two Pokemon slap their hands into one another in a firm handshake as they shake on a job well done.

"Don't celebrate just yet guys. We took out the men but not the..." From behind Kazimir comes up to them with a body slung over his shoulder when the trio are suddenly surrounded by a flock of Unown. Dropping what they were doing, some literally, they all stood back to back with claws, fists, and fangs bared as the alphabet soup of Pokemon formed a ring above them ready to strike.

Maybe it was a foolish thing to do to try and take out some DRK Triad on his own. They were a danger to the whole world after all so they needed to be dealt with as soon as possible, yet even so Kazimir hated them for a more personal reason and he wasn't ready to die without dishing out some revenge for a friend gone from this world.

All because of these fuckers.