Tyrunt happily nibbled on the big leaf. Its teeth were not exactly made for eating those, but it had looked so interested in trying out this kind of Pokefood that Mirri had decided to get him one. It struggled mostly to rip it apart without losing hold on it, which made for an interesting little sight. But it was also getting the hang of it. She figured that the little boy would soon enough be able to devour the rest of it – and then probably ask for more. Because that, in essence, was who Tyrunt was, really.

Still, he was fairly cute and she liked watching his antics, so she allowed him to eat while walking as they explored more of the city. However, that most Halcyon of days ended soon when she came across a scene that, if it featured humans, would have seen her immediately draw her blade. As was, she mostly noticed Pokemon fighting another. Well, preparing to fight, either way. Really, it was more akin to a part of hunting as a pack encircled a singular cat. Usually, she ignored incidents like this. But there were a few people watching already. Plus, well, it was many against one, which did kind of bug her. Unfair fights like this were not something she appreciated, either way.

And Tyrunt had finished its leaf and was now breathing heavily, looking at what is going on there. “Go ahead,” Mirri told it, and the little dinosaur announced itself with a tiny roar as it approached the scene. After all, even unfair opponents like this they would not just attack from the back or anything. That would be villainous.

That….explained things. Her brother had a penchant for getting himself into trouble. And into situations of both the obscure and obtuse variety. Hanging upside down from a tree surrounded by hostile dog Pokemon certainly qualified as that.
It still was a little surprising. Well, meeting him like this at least was, for she had not expected it. “Greetings, brother mine,” she, well, greeted him, before re-evaluating the situation.

Tyrung, angered by the hecking laughter of the Mightyenas was Stomping the ground angrily, causing minor tremors. If she let it be, it certainly would attack the lot of them with an earthquake – and also damage this residential area quite a bit. It was all too easy to compromise the integrity of a nearby building with something like that and she definitely did not wish to risk that of all things. Thus, she reached to her waist again and from her Pokeball, released her Corviknight. If the problem was these dogs chasing her brother, then she would simply remove him from the equation.
“Hop on. Corviknight, carry him out of the city. Slowly. Let them follow.”

Honestly, she really thought that this Zeraora could handle all of this by itself. It certainly looked that way, if nothing else, the way it shocked every dog in attendance. And she did get the distinct impression that it was holding back, just like she was. Only he could likely have resolved this without a lot of collateral damage, unlike her Tyrunt.

But she accepted this as was. Unlike her brother though, she did not proverbially flex though. Her juice was acting the cool and collected knight, after all. And not only because that gave her an excuse to not talk much. “Tyrunt, bring them down with a Tail slide,” she ordered and the little one immediately jumped in joy. Then, it briefly prepared before rushing at the pack. At the last moment, it turned, using its momentum to slide through the dogs utilizing its Dragon Tail in the process.

They didn’t actually have to tell them this. The moment that Tyrunt saw that there was only a single one left, it immediately rushed that one, trying to crunch down on it so it, too, would submit to its dominance. That was what Tyrunt was all about, after all.

Though, admittedly, the other Pokemon was doing more to win the fight, but Mirri decided not to diminish the little one’s victory by pointing that out in the slightest. Instead, she recalled the Corviknight, it’s duties now fulfilled. “These are mere beasts, brother mine. No more dangerous than wild Pokemon on the road. It was no grand feat to defeat them.”

She would then turn to face him, lightly huffing. “And you, why did you not defeat them sooner? You certainly could, yet you allowed yourself to become part of their nuisance. Is this what you have been doing these past few months?” That was one of the primary reasons for her coming here, after all. To figure out what had happened to her little brother who failed to come home one too many times. Probably because he was stuck in this very tree.

“There are no excuses for forgetting family,” she replied, lightly pouting. Then again, she was the kind of person who would make room for a call now and then out of habit – even though she had little to say outside of rather stiff reports. Even right then, she could not fully articulate what she actually wanted to say, so she went for the slightly combative route.

Though Mirri did actually listen. Him becoming a ranger did make a lot of sense. She was toying with the idea as well, at least for a while, given the state of the region. However, that was that and this was this. A knight always helped, that was just natural. But a brother had other duties as well. “However, just because something cannot be excused does not mean it cannot be forgiven.” After all, he kept explaining these things though a simple sorry would go the furthest way indeed.

Either way, she would sigh and uncross her arms, stemming them into her sides instead. “Our father did not send me, however. I wanted to take a look at this region myself and aid a bit. However, he does want you to call at least. Well, he wants you to visit, but you are not going to do that, so if I get you to call, that will already be a good compromise. It is also non-negotiable.”

“I would not doubt you,” she replied, being quite honest about all of this. If nothing else, her brother would not lie to her face. Yes, he might forget to do things and the like. Yet, well, she figured he could remember this for just a few hours. Even her brother could do that. He was a good boy at heart, she knew that. Despite his flaws, his heart was in the right place. He sometimes just lacked the skills to do things properly, if nothing else.

Either way, she was satisfied with that. Though then he throw her a curveball by talking about something she did not understand in the slightest. “Pokegengar? Isn’t that a ghost type?” She was tilting her head in confusion, incredulously looking at her brother. He said something about a vigilante, but was she supposed to know what he was talking about? They were knights, they were already kind of vigilantes anyway, so she was not quite certain why he brought that up to begin with.

“Your hospitality would be much appreciated,” she replied with a smile and a brief bow. Her odd way of talking returned. Just saying ‘yes’ had seemed too bland and it was the only thing she could have come up in that regard herself. Hence, she went straight back to talking.

After all, she had no idea just what might make the food courts in this area ‘insane’ or anything like that. Her brother had some odd conceptions in that regard sometimes, leading to her just mostly accepting such. “But do not worry, there is no rudeness in your remissness. It is simply how you are,” she added further, for once bringing a bit of her own input. In fact, she had gotten used to him being a bit off like that. There were no real issues with that, as far as she was concerned. “You likely have a lot to talk about, however, given how….strange this region can be.”