"That was going to be my next answer." Hunu joked, as he continued to smoke. Plume after plume, the murderous mercenary kicked his feet up and huffed. "Pay no mind to them, Howard. I've said this from the start, those who don't have your best interests at heart are secondary characters in third rate roles. When it comes to OUR story." The Alolan huffed, holding emphasis in the word 'OUR'. He hummed, he didn't seem to hold any outright grudge or malice towards Howard despite what he had done. Tangaroa was a Warrior, a Kahuna meant to be, the Prince of Alola who had been banished. If anything, despite his outbursts, he was loyal to a fault. Dragging the smog to his lungs and exhaling a cloud.

"Do you love him? And her?" Hunu referred to both Eris Halla and Isaac Merlo , the way he seemed hesitant despite his words almost intrigued the Mercenary. The King of Beasts hummed, as he stroked his Incineroar's fur with a hum. The Heel Pokemon, purred like a housecat despite being a whole tiger that was larger than the average man. "Don't. Stop with that, what else are we meant to do? The ones that won't yield, or accept defeat." He questioned, as he stared forward.

"This is outdated, but Death completes everyone. Even Gods. I want to usher in a new age of Violence, is your dream unable to contend with mine, Mr. Slate?" Hunu prodded, before he stuck out a tongue, saliva slathering his flesh as he extinguished the cigar on his tongue. "Stop playing human, and do what's expected. Be a Tyrant."

"Because, you know I was right." Hunu responded, firm with his answer as he sat across from Howard. It seemed that the acquisition of the secondary goliath had contributed to the Admin's change, that or the consistent jumping. He wasn't quite sure, putting a case on a table beside him. The Mercenary opened it, and selected a cigar from his collection. Holding it out for his Incineroar to slice at the end, and light it. The Alolan plucked the cigar to his lips, and stared across at Howard for a moment.

"Like I told that tainted leaguer, don't confuse me for some grunt like those two. I have value, and you know it. Want to know what your issue is? Despite it all, you still give those that you have ties to, a chance." Tangaroa responded, as he puffed a plume from his lips and into the air. He leaned back in his chair, dwarfing what he sat on. He was still wounded, but like always he acted as if he were fine and unaffected by the accumulated damage.

"You knew from the get go what you were getting into, when buying my services. I could have had him too, on his knees but you wanted to prove a point. Stop thinking of me as a lesser, and see me as an equal. I don't do shit, with no reason." Hunu hummed, as he nudged the case across the table toward Howard. "But I'm sure you have some form of, speech. So, enlighten me."

"Always.." Hunu responded, in exchange the man traded something off. He used the life force of civilians and those around him, outside of the opposition and Hitoshi. Like a calamity of power, the trainer was filled with unburdened energy at the sacrifice of others. With a heave, he reeled his head back and felt his muscles pulse. Like a pseudo-avatar state, the Alolan hummed as he felt himself feeding off of the life force and energy of others.

"That's the stuff." The Mercenary hummed, as his eyes flickered gently. With a step, the little vegetation left around the surrounding area shriveled. A clenched fist, as he took another step, as the energy inside of the pseudo-avatar fluctuated violently. Malice permeated the air as he marched forward, toward his objective. A grin, plastered upon his lips.

"Let's break some skulls, pup."

The rock type waited, it seemed a lot of Pokemon and Trainer's seemed to value speed above all else. Tactics, Speed, all of it funneled into the same thing. However, there was always a fundamental flaw with these things. They would always come in close. Awaiting, the Rock Type endured the explosive speed from the Lucario. The wolf's head, slowly turned with the blow, before rag dolling around in the air.

Spinning in place, the Rock Type used the momentum of the Extreme Speed to spin with immense torque. Violently, the Wolf performed a violent axe kick with the use of Counter. Attempting to hit the Lucario with amplified power, and using their own force against them to violently send them back.

The doppelgangers faded upon the Lucario landing their strike! "Speed ain't everything, prick."

Laid out, the Alolan continued to feel the drumming beat that throbbed in his heart and psyche. A figure, outlined in front of him.. her touch was so soft, she felt so comforting. Her presence was enough to calm Titans, it was enough to calm him.. his heart twisted and bottom lip quivered even under the effects of unconsciousness. He couldn't help but reach out, a light that illuminated a path.. however, before he was able to accept the hand. A voice rang, "It's not your time yet, Hunu.", how could such a comforting and welcoming smile cause so much pain. He ached, as the light faded.. Tangaroa's eyes flickered to a world of chaos again. The wound on his skull, although split was cauterized shut with the effects of the Avatar. Unbeknownst to him, he felt every emotion wash back over him.

". . ." Silence, he didn't speak as he was in a state similar to that of Shellshock. He watched as both Giant's laid waste to the City, he felt like shutting his eyes again even if it meant that. But that would be a dream, that he could never awake from. What was the point? The Mercenary pushed themselves to their feet, with a stumble. He held his waist, and winced. This Raid pushed him to his limit, however the day hadn't ended and he could still accrue some hazard pay. He felt his hands shake, his hardened bone marrow shiver, and the taste of red filled his mouth and stained his gums. He heaved, with every step.

One, two, three. He hobbled, Tangaroa snarled underneath his breath as he made his way toward his target. He felt the earth shake to its core, as he kicked dirt with every step. Their sprained ankle, dragging behind him as he continued to heave and wail. A closed eye, as it was stained with his own blood, mixed with the fluids that hydrated his eye. The Mercenary huffed, standing behind an ally. With a shaking breath, a hand was placed at the back of the man's head. "You done, crashing out?"

He asked, he felt his legs wobble. Yet still forced himself to stand, he looked down at the Star of this Raid. "We won." He croaked, a split riding from his chin to his top lip.