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as the rocket man walks away he takes some of the crowd with him with the rest of it dispersing into various directions still grumbling and even throwing a swear or two at pokkenger. under the mask the hero's face frowned as he watched them all go their separate ways including the one guy that seemed to be on his side. was today a loss? he prevented a probably mob so...one would say sure. at the same time he found no way to counter someone who sounded so sure of themselves and who's words seemed to stir up the crowd even more. it was a skill that kazimir couldn't help but envy a little bit.

he wasn't a public speaker of any sort.

pokkenger wasn't a public speaker of any sort.

all he knew was how to fight with his body and not his words. a loud sigh escaped his lips and even could be heard from under the mask as he took out a pokeball and let his glastrier out to hop onto it. the cold touch of his horse numbing the sinking feeling that he had done nothing and almost made it nonexistent helped a little bit but his mind was still stuck on this whole thing. maybe a decent horse-ride back home would be what he needed, a bit of a slow moment to clear his head.

with a kick to his horse's side the hero rode off into the sunset with the light of the sun surrendering to the coming night sky as he rode, entering a soft yet strangling darkness on his way out of the city.