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The first thing that caught the Gallade’s attention was a funny-looking squid.

Unfortunately though, he could sense that this thing was absolutely dangerous and wasn’t worth his time. Huffing slightly, he then gave the Inkay a wide berth before continuing to stomp away from where the Gardevoir and Lars were following him.

“Still unreachable, huh?” he asked the female Pokémon beside him, and she shook her head. She was very worried for Gareth, and the way his temper was flaring. While she had no idea what had happened, Lars knew all too well what had caused him to turn out that way, and he could only sigh.

“Wonder when he’s going to stop being such a brat…” he mumbled under his breath as he reached for a cigarette and lit it.

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The earlier Pokémon looked too squishy, but the Gallade was wise enough to notice that even though he shared a typing with the Inkay, there was also something… dangerous about its air despite looking like a complete derp face. The second thing that came buzzing into the area where he was steaming mad—it had caused something in his mind to snap, and without warning the Gallade charged forward, revealing the arm blades.

“What the hell?” Lars mumbled, backing off and quickly making the Gardevoir get behind him. “Lynette, I don’t think you have to see this…” he added, quickly pulling out the Gardevoir’s Pokéball (it was actually a Safari Ball, she matched with Gareth) and quickly recalled the female Pokémon before things got out of hand.

He didn’t want her to see what the hell was happening with the Gallade.

Sometimes, things had to be faced alone.

The Bug-type was zipping annoyingly in front of the dual-type, taunting him—but of course the Gallade didn’t fall for it, choosing to use Shadow Sneak in an attempt to hold the damn thing down. The buzzing was starting to annoy him. Even if there was an attempt at Agility to break loose, the Shadow Sneak held the Vikavolt down.

Without warning, several close-range Psycho Cut attacks let loose from the Gallade’s blade-arms while the Vikavolt struggled to break free from the Shadow Sneak. While most of the attacks connected, the Vikavolt found an opening and grabbed the Gallade in a Vise Grip attack.

Now the heat was on the other Pokémon.

Refusing to get crushed, the Gallade smirked and warped out of harm’s way via Teleport, warping behind the Vikavolt a few moments later and raising his arm-blades ominously over the Vikavolt’s head.

…well, it was too late for the Vikavolt as its head separated from its body in a forceful explosion of blood.

Lars could only blink and stare at what the Gallade had done.

“Gareth. Gareth! What the actual—“ he blurted out, gesturing at the beheaded Pokémon, whose body dropped to the ground the moment the head holding it together and keeping it alive had been chopped off. “What the hell was that for?!” he exclaimed, gesturing from the head, which had landed several feet away, and the body, still spewing blood, and sticky insect guts.

“Have you gone mad?!”

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While that was a bit of a stretch, Lars could only rub his free hand against his forehead. What was he going to do with this psychopathic Gallade?! He grumbled, before smacking said free hand against his face and dragging it down out of sheer exasperation.

Honestly, the way that Gareth was behaving was something he wasn’t expecting. While he had yet to face the music with his Swampert and his Altaria, at least he’d managed to come to terms with his Metagross… somewhat. But it seemed that this was a little out of the question now.

“Hmm…” he pondered, going into a thinking posture for a few moments, free hand on his chin as he tried to sort out the problem. What could he do?

He couldn’t leave the Gallade alone, that was for certain. If he set him free into the wild, he didn’t want to be responsible for the murder of so many innocent Pokémon that this Gallade came across. It… was it best to keep ahold on him for now?

The bigger question was, how was he going to mellow this bastard down without outright screaming at him? He wondered just how much emotional torture a Gardevoir could ease off… but then she would be horrified at the sight of her ‘knight’ having gone off into the deep end.

He was in this pose for so long, he didn’t notice that there was a Vullaby waddling his way, and that the little diapered avian had been driven away by the sight of a blood-covered Gallade, glaring right into its soul.