caturix
he/him
thirty-four
december 21st
wyndon, calar
demirom. pansex.
pro fighter, hitman
executive
you can call me king of the world
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Cain Toman
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POSTED ON Aug 8, 2022 1:46:52 GMT
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He’d been about to question something before he felt a sudden pressure against his calf. A louder, guttural groan of pain and disdain escaped his lips almost immediately, and with mildly tented brows, he snapped his gaze over his shoulder.[break][break]
He stared at a Tyrogue that seemed to come out from nowhere, claiming his leg as its victim for a Tackle.[break][break]
…And a grapple, oddly enough. The sucker hung on post-hit, but as they met gazes, the two of them simply…stared. Stared for one moment, then two, then three, all before the man’s assailant only let go with an unceremonious Aerial Ace from the nearby Doublade, prompted by nothing more than a sharp whistle of an unspoken command.[break][break]
It had only been then that the man quirked his lip into an amused smirk, lowering himself down onto a knee as the little fighter shook the hit off as much as he could. He fended off another Tackle with nothing more than an outstretched hand, lightly grasping the creature over the top of his head and holding him away.[break][break]
”...Ain’t ya a cute one~?” he cooed, grinning wider upon noting the persisting furor exhibited by the fighting type as he continued to reach out.[break][break]
Chuckling, the Rocket inhaled and sighed with a faux exasperation, whistling again to call for a Mega Punch from the Golett watching before tossing a spare Pokeball out to the Tyrogue.[break][break]
”...We’ll train ye up nice ‘n strong.”[break][break]
(tl;dr: catch attempt on tyrogue)
@tag[break] fighting/psychic spawns pog
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